Chapter 334

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now, Xiao's Group is like a rice bag with a hole in it. There is not much rice in it, and it is rattling out so that it can no longer survive.

what is even more exasperating is that her favorite granddaughter, Xiao Weiwei, had a chance to marry Wang Yunfei, the prince of the Wang family, but now the Wang family has shunned the Xiao family.

the last dependence of the Wang family also vanished.

when she thought of this, Mrs. Xiao could not help but burst into tears.

over the past few years, the Don has been in charge of housekeeping, but he did not expect that he had run the family business in this field.

if it goes on like this, the group will not only close down completely, but also face huge debts. At that time, it may not even be able to keep this old villa.

and all this comes from one's own selfishness.

if it wasn't for the villa given to Ye Chen by the Wang family, how could Xiao Changkun and Xiao Churan break with themselves

if Xiao hadn't left Xiao Group, how could Dihao Group fall out with Xiao Group

the eldest son, Xiao Changqian, is also on the verge of collapse.

the family business is in jeopardy. My daughter has lost her happiness, her son has lost her future, and she has been repeatedly humiliated by Ye Chen.

I am determined to do something to recover the decline, but I can't find any light.

Xiao Weiwei has been crying since she came back, crying so bitterly that he was so upset.

he couldn't help asking Mrs. Xiao, "Mom, is there no hope for the Xiao family in the future"

Mrs. Hsiao shed two lines of muddy tears and said painfully, "there's nothing we can do. If the company doesn't declare bankruptcy, the subsequent debts will crush us."

Xiao Changqian choked up and said, "Mom, can you look for your old friends and see who can invest a sum of money in Xiao's Group to tide us over"

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"Investment" Old Mrs. Xiao smiled bitterly: "now that the Dihao Group has banned us, who dares to invest in us" Those old friends in the past, now one by one are avoiding me, do not answer the phone, I also see through, in this world, how to have any friends Some are full of interests! "

Xiao Hailong said in a roaring voice, "Grandma, if there are no friends but only interests, why can Ye Chen, a loser, make friends with so many big people, and all those big shots give him such face, shouting Master Ye" What benefits can Ye Chen bring to them "

Mrs. Xiao sighed, "despite the fact that this Yechen is a poor loser, she really has a bit of a knack for talking to people and talking to ghosts. I've heard that these bigwigs are so polite to him because he can read fortune-telling and other skills. I don't seem to have any skills at all. They're all fooling people, just like the old man who tells fortune under the trees by the side of the road!"

Xiao Hailong asked inexplicably, "then why do so many big shots believe him"

Old Mrs. Xiao said, "I believe him because he hasn't been seen yet. This kind of person is just like those Qigong masters and Taiji masters who were very good at bluffing and bluffing everyone. But when everyone turned around, when everyone woke up, didn't these people become liars that people shouted at"

at this point, the old lady said with a cold expression, "in my opinion, it won't be long before Ye Chen will show his flaws. When these big shots know that they have been played by him, they will certainly peel him alive and feed him to the dog!"

Xiao Hailong said with an expectant face, "I can't wait!" I can't wait to see Ye Chen being chopped up and fed to the dog! "

Mrs. Xiao said bitterly, "Yes!" Don't worry, there will be that day! "erstand it, but I have no grudge against you. You came to kill me for money. Do you hate me more than my enemies""Master Ye is sorry."Zhang Zizhou did not expect that he wanted to defend himself, but...