After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person Chapter 335 Concentrated Capital

Less than fifteen minutes passed, and the Zhao Family's stock market completely collapsed, with the remaining assets of over two hundred billion instantly cleared to zero.

Yet the downward trend of the stocks hadn't stopped, continuing to plumt several dozen points more.

As a result, not only had the Zhao Family lost everything, but they were also deep in debt.

They could only auction off the tangible assets they currently held to pay off their debts.

Chen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, the Zhao Family was truly finished this ti.

However, one thing still worried Chen Yu, although everything was within his plan, the Zhao Family's collapse had happened too quickly.

This proved that a portion of the capital had actively detached from the Zhao Family before its collapse.

After all, they were once a superfamily that stood tall in the imperial capital, they would inevitably have so tricks up their sleeve.

In the western outskirts of the imperial capital, an abandoned factory.

Zhao Zhongde led a group of Zhao Family mbers gathered here.

However, the expression on each person's face was different, so looked as if they were facing the end of the world, so seed unwilling to stay, eager to leave.

"Everyone! When the Zhao Family's stock market collapsed, many of you chose to protect your own interests, withdrawing all your assets. Now, I hope you can bring out these funds to help the Zhao Family through this difficult ti."

Zhao Zhongde's tone was as commanding as always, but there was an obvious plea in his words.

"Old Master, when the Zhao Family started its business, we were related by marriage, and we staked everything to gamble with your family! But now you've provoked those you shouldn't have, causing the Zhao Corporation to fall apart. Do you still expect us to drag everyone down with you to your grave?"

A middle-aged man suddenly stood up, speaking righteously, instantly resonating with everyone present.

They got up one after another, criticizing the impractical business plans Zhao Zhongde had put out over the years, which dragged them down as well.

Zhao Zhongde was furious but found himself helpless.

The Zhao Family had fallen and lost their status as a superfamilia, leaving them no way to restrain the people before them.

Besides, they had already established their own private companies just before the Zhao Family collapsed, marking a clear separation from the Zhao Family.

"Enough!"

Zhao Hai suddenly stood up, walked straight up to Zhao Zhongde, and pressed him down onto his wheelchair.

"It's because of your indecision that the Zhao Family has fallen to this state!"

Zhao Zhongde's pupils dilated in shock, full of disbelief. He had never expected Zhao Hai to treat him like this.

"Xiao Hai, what are you doing?"

Zhao Hai flipped him to the ground, turned, and pointed at the people before him.

"In my eyes, you're nothing but a bunch of dogs. The Zhao Family gave you food, gave you the status you have today, and yet you dare to bite the hand that feeds you."

With those words, streaks of cold light suddenly flashed from the side. Dozens of burly assassins, ard with knives and clubs, leaped out from the ruins of the factory.

"Zhao Hai, what do you an by this?"

The previously boisterous middle-aged man remained defiant.

Little did he know, as soon as he spoke, a steel knife traced an arc, plunging directly into his chest.

There was a mont of silence at the scene, followed by sharp cries.

Dozens of steel knives charged into the crowd, beginning a massacre.

These people evidently had instructions in advance, targeting the bodyguards who had co with the Zhao Family mbers. Experience more tales on empire

Zhao Hai stepped onto a stone stump from a pool of blood.

"You bunch of despicable scum! You're just a pack of dogs raised by our family, and you really take yourselves for sothing."

The remaining people were already scared out of their wits, huddled together tremblingly as the strong n drove them to sit down.

Zhao Hai threw a box onto the ground and took out the docunts he had prepared in advance.

"Sign these docunts imdiately and hand over all the assets you have, or else your lives will be taken today!"

Zhao Zhongde was trembling all over; he had not expected his own grandson to beco so deranged.

"Little Hai, what are you doing? He isn't even related to us by blood!"

"He is related to you by blood!" Zhao Hai's face was hideously twisted: "I've never acknowledged them as relatives. These people were your support when you started your business, but to , they are nothing but obstacles!"

Zhao Zhongde's breathing beca rapid; he finally realized what his grandson was going to do.

Not to ntion the Zhao family mbers who had been controlled in front of him, even he himself was like at on Zhao Hai's chopping block.

Soon, everyone signed their nas on the docunts, stamped their fingerprints, and sealed them with their private seals they carried with them.

After confirming that everyone had signed, Zhao Hai gave a signal to the strong n standing by.

Shrill screams rose up yet again.

Zhao Hai collected the contracts, snatched a steel knife from one of his subordinates, and put it to Zhao Zhongde's neck.

"Grandpa, you're too useless. A good Zhao Family has been turned into what it is today under your watch! But rest assured, after you die, I will definitely make the Zhao Family rise again."

He pressed down hard on the steel knife, and blood spurted from Zhao Zhongde's neck, ending his life in a mont.

Zhao Hai did not linger at the scene. After cleaning up the traces, he set a fire and then hurried away with his n.

Not long after they left, a figure erged from the roadside bushes, holding a professional video cara.

Li Mao's breathing was extrely rapid. The scene he had just witnessed was so shocking that even he could not believe it. Who could have thought that the most promising third-generation mber of the Zhao family would kill his own grandfather?

And furthermore, he had forced his own family elders to sign terms of absolute authority.

After adjusting his breathing slightly, Li Mao packed up the video cara and quietly left along the back alley of the abandoned factory.

At the corner across from Xiangyun Restaurant.

The few breakfast stalls that were barely operating there due to the flow of people suddenly closed down and started renovating, changing even the signs on the doors.

Chen Yu was sitting at the door, observing these stalls while seeming to calculate sothing about the nearby Xiangyun Restaurant.

At that mont, a figure stumbled to his side, handing over a mory stick.

"Mr. Chen, I've captured what you wanted. I just didn't expect it to be so cruel. Whatever you want to do with the contents of this mory stick, I hope you make sure the murderer is brought to justice."

Chen Yu frowned and looked at Li Mao with a strange expression.

"What do you an by that?"

Although Li Mao had been a paparazzo for many years and had even gone undercover in so extrely hostile environnts,

he had never encountered such cruelty as displayed by Zhao Hai.

"You'll understand once you look at the content on the mory stick."

Without saying more, Chen Yu opened his laptop he was carrying, inserted the mory stick and the wireless network card he had with him.