I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

The clan headquarters.

In the study.

Zong Yanhui was drinking tea.

The old butler stood respectfully three steps away from the desk.

He just stammered out three messages.

The cloud-top clubhouse, which cost hundreds of millions to build, was razed to the ground.

The head elder of the household, who was in charge, was punched into the basement wall by a junior military officer named Chen Zheng and is still lying in the hospital.

More importantly, a sample of Blue Dream was taken away.

After reporting, the butler shut his mouth, ready to face the master's wrath at any moment.

However, Zong Yanhui didn't even lift his eyelids, and just waved his hand.

"Okay, you can go now."

The butler was stunned.

Is this over?

A century-old family business has been ruined by someone, and the head of the family hasn't even said a word?

Zong Yanhui frowned slightly.

The butler dared not say another word, nodded repeatedly, and went out.

The study fell into complete silence.

Zong Yanhui leaned back and sank into the armchair.

The fact that he has been able to entrenched himself in the southwest for decades and maintain his position as the head of the clan is not due to luck.

Within minutes, he had already formed three judgments in his mind.

the first.

That guy named Chen Zheng took Lan Meng's sample.

But if handing it over were truly useful, the tanks from the Southwest Military Region would have been at his doorstep long ago.

It couldn't have dragged on until now.

This shows that those above have concerns and dare not act recklessly.

This concern is the only chance the main family can survive.

second.

Although the Grand Elder was badly beaten, he was still barely hanging on.

The granddaughter Yao Yao, who was outside, didn't even lose a single hair.

Chen Zheng was so strong in combat, yet he didn't kill him.

This shows that the kid still has a bottom line.

That makes things easier.

These days, people who are sentimental are idiots.

If there's a weakness, there's no fear of not having a chance to kill him.

Third point.

This was also the part that sent chills down his spine.

It wasn't Chen Zheng's abnormal martial prowess, but rather the speed at which the higher-ups provided results after Lan Meng's sample was taken.

too fast.

It's so fast it's completely out of step with the administrative speed of the Dragon Kingdom.

The only explanation is that the other powerful families immediately banded together as soon as they heard the news.

They used every available connection to suppress this enormous case.

It seems the four major families are quite generous, risking their lives to protect their clan.

But Zong Yanhui knew very well what was going on.

Do you think these old foxes would be so kind?

They were simply afraid that if the Zong family's ship sank, all their dirty secrets would be exposed.

Protecting the clan, to put it bluntly, means protecting themselves.

If things really come to a head, these people will absolutely not hesitate to stab the Zong family in the back.

Zong Yanhui snorted coldly, reached for his phone, and dialed the number in the wardrobe.

Yan Honghu, the head of the Yan family in the Yan and Zhao regions.

"Brother Yan," Zong Yanhui said sincerely, taking a deep breath, "I will remember this great favor. We will take responsibility for the losses at the club ourselves, so as not to implicate anyone. Lanmeng's business will have to be temporarily suspended to lay low for a while."

A particularly hearty laugh immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey Lao Zong! What are you saying!"

"We're like brothers! This little thing is nothing. With me here, who dares to mess with you! Just let me know if you need anything!"

"Thank you for your understanding, brother."

Zong Yanhui exchanged a few polite words and then hung up the phone.

The moment he hung up the phone, the humble smile on his face vanished instantly.

The Yan family had the least involvement with Lan Meng; they were only responsible for providing some medicinal herbs.

Is such enthusiasm really necessary at this critical juncture?

There's definitely something fishy going on.

Make another call.

Li Peiran, from the Li family in Northwest China.

"Brother Li..."

Before I could finish speaking, the other person started cursing.

"Zong Yanhui! Have you lost your mind?!"

"He can't even handle a kid, yet he's made such a big fuss!"

"Now that my logistics routes are under investigation, do you know how much money I'm losing every day?!"

Zong Yanhui was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and comforted her for a few words before hanging up the phone.

The harsher the insults, the more anxious he is.

This kind of straightforward person is easy to fool, no need to worry.

The third phone call was from the Lin family in Southeast China, specifically from Lin Chongshan.

The phone rang for a long time before I answered it.

"Hey, Lao Zong, this is quite a mess."

Lin Chongshan slowly practiced Tai Chi.

"Young people are hot-tempered, that's normal. You caused this trouble yourselves, so just shut yourselves up and deal with it."

"Harmony brings wealth, right? We're all business people, don't you think?"

After talking for a long time, the core message was: Don't drag me into this.

Zong Yanhui cursed the old fox in his heart, chatted for a few more minutes, and then hung up the phone with a smile.

One last call.

Zhao Tingxuan of the Zhao family in the Central Plains.

The call connected, and Zong Yanhui had barely begun speaking.

"understood."

beep...

Then a busy signal came through.

After making four phone calls.

Zong Yanhui gave a cold laugh.

When things are going well, everyone calls you "brother" and you're making money hand over fist.

There's a minor problem now, and everyone's eager to run away.

Do you really think this fire won't reach you?

You want to see the main family make a fool of themselves? No way!

Zong Yanhui pressed the silver bell on the table.

Less than five seconds later, a man pushed the door open and came in, head bowed, waiting for orders.

Zong Yanhui narrowed his eyes and issued three orders.

"First, immediately send a plane to the southwest to bring the Grand Elder back, and find the best orthopedic surgeon to watch over him 24 hours a day, no matter how much it costs."

"Tell the outside world that the Grand Elder has gained some insights and has gone into seclusion to break through to the next level."

If the news of the Grand Elder's serious injury were to spread, the entire clan would be thrown into a panic. We must first calm people down.

"Secondly, regarding the clubhouse, regardless of the damage, send people over to clean it up!"

"Deal with all the equipment research data and information about those who knew about it!"

The man nodded.

"The third thing."

Zong Yanhui stood up, walked around the desk, and went to the safe.

"Prepare the plane; I'm going to the capital myself."

"Go see those good brothers and bring them some good stuff."

The man paused, then said, "Master, given our current situation, are we really in a rush to deliver gifts?"

Zong Yanhui didn't turn around, but opened the safe.

He took out four envelopes and placed them on the table.

"These four envelopes are their gifts."

It's full of dirt on those four companies over the years.

The Yan family's smuggling lists, the Li family's records of contraband, the Lin family's bribery ledgers, and the Zhao family's fake accounting records.

If they were to take out just one portion, it would be enough to bankrupt their entire family.

Since these old foxes want to run away, then bring this dirt on them and come to their door in person.

If anyone dares to turn against us at this time, we'll all be wiped out together!

After arranging everything, the man quickly got up and left.

The study fell silent again.

Zong Yanhui walked to the window with his hands behind his back and pushed open the wooden window.

In the courtyard, the century-old locust tree shaded half the sky.

He stared at the thick tree trunk, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"A mere lad in his early twenties, relying on some military background, thinks he can overthrow my clan's century-old legacy?"

"dream!"