After Becoming a Little |

Intrepid?

No, neither.

This means that the girl is so confident that she doesn't care about the occasion or background at all. If she is in a bad mood, she will die if she is crushed.

Perhaps at the time, it seemed that the girl was impulsive. Even before, when he saw Alicia's calm appearance, he felt that she was frightened and at a loss.

Oh, it's just a child...

But looking back now, combined with the other party's identity and background, I suddenly feel like "having a daughter like Alia". I just feel that what I see through the filter is all that the other party shouldn't have at such a young age. Kill decisively and stand up against Yuan Tingyue.

Stunning... no, just stunning.

As expected of Ai Rulong's daughter - in comparison, whether it is the aggressiveness of the yellow-haired dude, or the brute force of the blond girl, they are actually inferior to some extent.

Director Sun didn't even dare to imagine what would happen after this incident got to a certain level.

Now it's just silence, but to the point where Ai Rulong has to come forward to find someone, even if it's just to protect his identity, there is nothing left in the Huang family.

In a sense, the girl who does nothing is the one who is deeply murderous...

"boom--"

Lao Huang patted the table hard without saying a word, the wine and tea on the table splashed and spilled half of the table.

"Damn it! Go and ask if the Nan family can help! To put it bluntly, this matter is just a fight of the younger generation. No matter how overbearing Ai Rulong is, he won't kill us directly!"

Bureau Sun took a sip of his tea, somewhat displeased—earlier he thought that a reckless person like Lao Huang was easy to control, although his vision was a little lower, but he didn't have a background enough to handle him well, and he knew how to hold him tightly thigh.

But thinking about it now, the other party's unruly behavior will cause trouble sooner or later.

After thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice: "Ai Rulong naturally wouldn't do anything because of these petty incidents, so he didn't say anything just now...but what did he need to say? There are countless people fighting against you one after another in order to curry favor with him, two fists are no match for four hands, your kind of business does not require core technology, why do others not dare to compete with you?"

In terms of contacts, relationships, and status capital—Ju Sun understood that the person who could talk to the other party had to be someone at his mother's level. Compared with him, he was still several levels away now.

"This—" Lao Huang's throat rolled, as if he had vaguely seen some kind of terrible future.

"When the time comes to kill you, your competitors may not necessarily be able to get substantial benefits from you, but will Ai Rulong give him face? Do you think it will? It will be beneficial without cost. Things, who wouldn't do it?"

"..."

"You, don't be impulsive." Director Sun pointed Jiang Shandao: "First ask what the Nan family means, and see what they want to do. We don't move anything, don't ask anything, just tell these things exactly. Nan family."

His last words were addressed to Huang Maodan, who nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, what Uncle Sun said makes sense, I'll do it now."

Bureau Sun reminded: "Now you can't be like that little character in "The Death of a Civil Service Officer" and keep apologizing to magnify the fear and at the same time make the other party feel more and more disgusted with this matter. There is no way to get in touch with Ai Rulong himself, and the only way to divert the conflict is through the Nan family."

The yellow-haired dude seemed to understand but half understood: "Yes... I understand."

What is the death of a civil servant?

What is the little guy?Sound like a novel?

Thinking of this, he felt that he really suffered from culture.

In the early years when his father was not yet rich, he actually used to study and study like ordinary people, but when his father suddenly became rich, the family that had been poor for a long time and became rich suddenly changed.

Entertainment, cheating, scheming, publicity, unscrupulous - he himself forgot when was the last time he read a book.

Having been in the so-called circle all the year round, the Huangmao dude has more contact with the realism of the uselessness of reading and the supremacy of money.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these so-called levels and so-called means that he has developed such a sinister personality that is not on the stage.

Walking out of the box silently, he thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and searched for the article "The Death of a Civil Servant".

Very short, written by Russian Chekhov, you can read it in a few glances.

But after reading it, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief, feeling a little suddenly enlightened.

Yes, that's it.

No wonder Director Sun was able to sit in that position, but he and his father could only rely on others.

He hesitated, wanting to calm down, how to talk to the Nan family about this matter.

The awl-faced girl was still lying on the ground. She didn't understand what happened before—and it really didn't happen.

Did Ai Rulong say something?not at all.

He just stood there, looking over with one eye, everything was like the dry wheat stalks in the field met the roaring harvester, and they were all smashed in, torn to pieces, leaving only a clump of clumps in place. Eye-catching dust.

Only the bare cut marks showed that something had happened.

The Huang family was that straw, they had no ability to resist at all, and they didn't even think about resisting.

So Aliya went to eat, Jin Hou went to grab food with her mother, and Lao Huang slapped his son forcefully in the private room with a dazed expression.

Director Sun began to think about whether to slowly give up on the Huang family as a partner. The yellow-haired dude was full of fear and couldn't suppress it, and it was almost overflowing—only the awl-faced girl who didn't know what happened was still lying on the ground, waiting for the follow-up stage performances.

Unfortunately, no one saw her show.

Perhaps this is the deepest sorrow...

"Get up." Huang Maowan thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "I'll transfer the money to your card, you... just do what you have to do, and don't come to see me again during this time."

After speaking, he was a little worried, and warned: "Don't provoke that girl again! When you see her in the future, if she beats or scolds you, you can bear it. No matter how much she abuses you, you can't resist... …If she does, bear with me and tell me, and I'll give you money, a lot of money."

Rather, if Alia is willing to make a price and then hit her face with an awl, he will more or less come out and offer it with both hands—that is a real signal that the other party is willing to vent his anger and let the matter go .

What I am most afraid of is that the other party will not say anything, do nothing, and even feel that the weather is good today and nothing will happen.

In that case, they would probably be the ones who were put on the guillotine by their peers...

"……What's the meaning?"

The awl-faced woman couldn't understand these twists and turns, but wondered if the yellow-haired dude had drunk too much, and his brain was twitching.

I'm sick?She hit me and I have to apologize?

"It's nothing interesting, that's it." Huang Maowan let go of his hand to make the phone call, and greeted the lady foreman of Taifeng Building who came back from the other side, with the most conspicuous apology on his face: "I'm really sorry, Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding. This friend of mine drank too much and didn’t understand the truth of the matter for a while... Can you deal with the matter of calling the police just now?”

The awl-faced girl got up from the ground in astonishment, and stood there alone.

Some people around looked over, some didn't understand why, and some people had a joking look on their faces.

But when these gazes gathered together, they all turned into invisible sharp arrows, piercing the awl-faced girl's face flushed and embarrassed.

She covered her face and ran to the other side, no one cared about her at all.

A child stood at the door of the box, turned to look at his mother: "Mom, mom, that sister looks so strange!"

"Come back to eat!" The woman closed the door, and the faint voice was cut off behind the door: "Good boy, don't learn...that woman...heart...so bad..."

"..."

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"Mom, how much money does uncle have?"

Jin Char Siu tore the chicken leg, subconsciously asked Mrs. Jin next to him.

Mrs. Jin had just stuffed a whole chicken leg into her mouth, when she heard that she pulled out a smooth chicken leg bone from her red lips, swallowed the meat in her mouth, and thought for a while.

"Probably...[-] billion." After thinking for a while, she added: "U.S. dollars——on last year's Forbes list, his name was ranked higher than your father's. Jin, many of your father's assets can't be realized quickly."

The minerals in Mr. Jin's hands are actually high-quality assets, but the problem is that they are so high-quality that it is difficult to value them.

How to confirm how many reserves are left?How to determine the grade of ore?How to determine the subsequent ore price fluctuations?

These things can't be counted, they can only be conservative estimates, but even so, Jin Wansan is still the steady and steady king of mining in the north.

Mrs. Jin said she was coveting the other party's money back then, but in fact she was coveting the other party's money, but at that time she really didn't know that the man she chose would be so rich.

"Then he is so rich, why is he still so busy?" Jin Chashuo didn't understand, so he said, "It's good to look at Xiaoya more, anyway, it's living money, so you can spend it as you want, give yourself a little freedom, just How nice to be like my dad?"

"It's endless, 700 billion U.S. dollars, and he conservatively estimates that 30% of it is living money. This flow of funds is too terrifying, and it can't be spent casually." Mrs. Jin shook her head: "But such a huge foundation It means that he has at least 20 employees under him, and everyone has to rely on him for food, and he can't stop...not now, and maybe not in the future."

Compared with Ai Rulong, who later started from scratch, a large part of Jin Wansan's assets came from family inheritance and cooperation with the government at the beginning. Quite a few management systems have a stable distribution accumulated over time, but there is no need to worry about it. too much.

At the beginning, there were some secret strife, and even some official methods that were difficult to solve, which caused Mr. Jin to be devastated in that era of barbaric business growth. It was because of these things that Jin, who came out to find his master and senior sister Madam met Mr. Jin and got married later.

But Mrs. Jin was born prosperous, which just complemented Mr. Jin's property.

After she slashed through the eight long streets of Fengjing with a long sword, none of the so-called reckless people in the Northland dared to do anything again. The younger brother is even more sincerely convinced, and this is how there are such weird but loyal existences as the Fourth Mrs. Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Epiphyllum.

The gang without a name doesn't even have a strict organizational structure. It's more like a loose arbitration organization than an underground force.

Mrs. Jin didn't even bother to ask how many people and how much property the Fourth Mrs. Mei Lan Zhuju had under her control. She just drew a line that no one could touch, and whoever touched it would die.

The simplest and direct personal threat, but combined with her strength, it became the most efficient and intuitive shackle, restraining the wild beast that was originally runaway.

With a good wife, Mr. Jin naturally entered a period of rapid career development, and even seemed a little too relaxed.

Anyway, what kind of moth is there, and the wife can come forward, right?

The doctor said that he had a bad stomach and that he could only eat soft food for the rest of his life...

Compared to Mrs. Jin's Wangfuming, Lu Wuxia is Kefuming's - her status as a faction has brought Ai Rulong endless competitors and second-five youngsters. Looking around, everyone is enemy.

Even if a professional manager like Zhan Lan climbed up to the height of a working emperor by stepping on the corpses of his sons and daughters, he would inevitably be too busy to touch the ground because of too many management affairs, and Ai Rulong naturally couldn't help it. Stay out of it.

There are too many investment projects of the Leah Fund, some of which can be ignored, but some cannot be allowed to be produced indiscriminately.

Managing these enterprises is like pruning the branches of green trees, how to cut and how to prune, there are regulations - the person who can set this regulation is Ai Rulong, and it can only be Ai Rulong.

So Mrs. Jin could see clearly that Ai Rulong couldn't stop, and didn't dare to stop.

His aircraft carrier crisscrossed the commercial sea, attacking cities and lands, seemingly invincible, but the hidden danger was precisely that it needed to keep attacking cities and lands to maintain its own consumption, just like a prehistoric beast.

Once it stops, it will eat itself with hunger and sink.

If wealth growth is put aside, from the most extreme point of view, finance is, to put it bluntly, a zero-sum game against others.

Someone who wins means someone loses. No matter how good the leek field is, the real fight will not be the leeks themselves, but the farmers who harvest the leeks.

What about investing scattered capital in places with higher output efficiency, what about increasing the efficiency of capital utilization, what about increasing social production capacity and social benefits... In the final analysis, they are all just theories of farmers who whitewash the peace.

Finance and financial markets are two different things, but few people care.

Few people are qualified to care about it—coincidentally, Ai Rulong is the one who is both qualified and willing to care about it.

It's just that Mrs. Jin can see these things clearly, and Mr. Jin can see clearly, but Jin Char Siu is still young.

Mr. Jin pulled Ai Rulong to help, and wanted to set up a wave of mining giants in Australia Island. Of course, there was a win-win cooperation between the two parties, but he might not have clearly seen Ai Rulong's weakness and insisted that the other party wanted to change and transform. mean.

It can't be said to take advantage of the fire, but when it was raised at that time, it still came with a psychological advantage.