Following closely behind was Feng Zhenzhen, with a half mask on her face. Wearing a black Zhongshan suit, her chilling gaze made others shiver the moment she appeared.
Su Huai’an couldn’t help but say, "What a piercing gaze."
"This woman is not simple; she surely has more than a few lives on her hands," Shen Feihu said.
The others remained silent, instead turning their attention to the urn Feng Zhenzhen was holding and to Ji Le Tian and the other Feng family members behind her.
Those who had received information earlier knew that the new family head of the Feng Family would be carrying Mr. Feng’s urn back. So, was this woman the head of the Feng Family?
"Hello, Family Head Feng, wele, wele. On behalf of the Ministry of merce, I warmly wele you," Zheng Xingzhi happily stepped forward, intending to shake hands, but upon seeing the urn in Feng Zhenzhen’s hands, he awkwardly withdrew his hand.
The surrounding people also burst into enthusiasm, recovering from the previous eerie silence, and applauded warmly.
"Wele, Family Head Feng."
"Hello, Miss Feng."
From beginning to end, Feng Zhenzhen’s gaze didn’t change, not even a hint of expression. No matter how enthusiastic the crowd was or how much they treated her as a focal point, she remained icy, almost no different from the urn in her hands.
"I am Miss Feng, but I am not the family head."
As soon as her words were out, Zheng Xingzhi almost dropped his jaw, "Where is the Feng Family Patriarch? Where is he?"
Feng Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows and let out a disdainful cold smile, "I am authorized to represent entirely on any matter."
Zheng Xingzhi felt a bit disappointed; he came personally to greet the Feng Family Patriarch. Had he known, he wouldn’t have e himself. Moreover, with the family head absent, it was uncertain how future collaborations would proceed!
In short, not seeing the Feng Family Patriarch left him feeling uncertain.
"Wele, may I ask how I should address you?"
"Feng Zhenzhen."
"Hello, Miss Zhenzhen, please follow me; we’ve already arranged acmodation at the Tai Country Hotel for you."
"Thank you!"
Feng Zhenzhen’s choice of words showed her good upbringing, but her demeanor was too cold to be mendable. After she and her entourage followed Zheng Xingzhi away, the remaining reporters began whispering discussions among themselves.
"Is this what an overseas Chinese is like?"
"She certainly isn’t just any overseas Chinese; what kind of Chinese expatriate could bring back a hundred billion in foreign exchange to donate to the country?"
"With such generosity, she has every right to be arrogant."
"Actually, she isn’t even being arrogant. It’s just like..." Someone recalled carefully but couldn’t think of an appropriate adjective for a long time.
"Anyway, she is different from our girls. That woman’s gaze is scary, even to a big guy like me."
"Alright, alright, let’s hurry up and leave! Not seeing the Feng Family Patriarch, we came for nothing."
Some were already urging others to leave, while others discussed as they walked away. Some regretted their earlier shock and forgetting to take pictures. Others said if Feng Zhenzhen could represent all matters of the Feng Family, it meant she had the patriarch’s authorization. Surely, she was a core figure.
Once most of the people had left, Meng Ping and the little fat man appeared before Meng Xingzhi and the others.
The little fat man, lacking courage, mumbled quietly from behind Meng Ping, "Boss, your old man’s gaze is terrifying."
"Just pretend you didn’t see it." Meng Ping waited for a long time without seeing Sheng Ning, feeling very frustrated, even more so since the Living Yama, Su Huili, and even Chen Yingjie had gone to the U.S., but not him.
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