I have ten trillion licking dog gold

second ring.

A Hongqi parked quietly at the door.

In the deep courtyard.

Song Chaoge looked at the lonely courtyard in trance,
"Mr. Song, is there any result?"

under the eaves.

The woman sitting with her has long hair up to her waist. She raises her wrist to make tea and is naturally charming.

Song Chaoge withdrew his gaze and turned his head.

Of course he can't say that he has nothing to gain. The more powerful a person is, the more he cares about face.

He looked at the white-smelling tea.

Fragrance returns to fragrance.

But it's summer.

Drink hot tea?
of course.

Perhaps it was because the courtyard was too cold, and the temperature was significantly lower than the temperature outside.

"What does Miss Fujiwara think the Great Wall intends to do with this move?"

The satin-haired woman put down the teapot and slowly pushed the teacup over, "What do you think Mr. Song."

Song Chaoge shook his head, "I can't understand."

"Mr. Song can't even understand, so how can the little girl answer? As I said last time, only Great Wall himself should know the answer. In terms of China, Mr. Song and Miss Cao should be considered childhood sweethearts, why not let the person involved solve the problem. "

Song Chaoge stretched out his hand expressionlessly and pinched the rim of the teacup.
It's not that he didn't have this plan, but he failed to make it and was strangled and destroyed by the unruly Cheng Yaojin.

"Miss Fujiwara's business acumen is extraordinary. It should be impossible for her not to guess the intention of the Great Wall."

Song Chaoge picked up the teacup and blew on it gently.

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, full of flattery, "Mr. Song, you are ridiculous. You and I have been working together for many years. It is impossible for me to hide anything from you. I have indeed pondered the intentions of the Great Wall for a long time, but I have never been able to find someone who can convince me. My own answer."

Song Chaoge drank tea in silence.

"The hole in the Hang Seng Group is shocking. Looking around the world, no one should be willing to take over this mess. Even if your country helps and does its best, the Great Wall will need to prepare at least 5000 billion if it wants to take over Hang Seng."

The woman laughed angrily, "Use 5000 billion for charity, Mr. Song, who do you think can understand?"

That's right.

Although you can generally guess what he will do after taking over Hang Seng.

But when doing business, you should pay attention to a rate of return.

The outside world can analyze Hang Seng's financial situation at every level. The United States has already begun to collect debts owed by Hang Seng.

Using such a huge sum of money to acquire a company that is riddled with problems is really no different from doing charity.

"Right now, I can only think of one thing."

Song Chaoge looked at the fascinating face opposite.

The woman smiled and said: "Maybe the Great Wall Group really just wants to do charity."

The joke wasn't very funny.

"Why do you need to go to such great lengths to do charity?"

Song Chaoge spoke impartially and objectively: "It would be better if we just donate the money."

"That's different."

The woman shook her head, "Charitable institutions may line their own pockets. And such a large amount of money flowing directly to the market will inevitably cause a certain degree of inflation."

This is true.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Thousands of small goals are stacked together, and even the richest people in the world cannot take them lightly.

How much is China’s GDP per year?

Women are indeed thoughtful and considerate.

"Miss Fujiwara, I'm not here to joke with you."

Song Chaoge put down his teacup.

do charity?
Although there seems to be no other explanation at the moment, it is certainly impossible for him to accept this statement.

Regardless of nationality, the vast majority of philanthropists in the world are just trying to avoid taxes reasonably.

In other words.

The starting point of the so-called "charity" is also because it is profitable.

"I'm just answering Mr. Song's question."

The woman's smile remains unchanged.

"Miss Fujiwara, you don't seem nervous at all?"

"Why are you nervous?"

She is obviously enchanting, but her eyes are particularly innocent. The contrast between her intelligence and intelligence will undoubtedly make people lose their mind. Fortunately, Song Chaoge is also a tough-minded person.

"No matter what the Great Wall Group wants to do, at least if it really swallows up the Hang Seng Group, it will definitely integrate those unfinished real estate projects and then sell them to employees at internal prices. By then, the Kangaroo's competitiveness will disappear in an instant. It’s all for naught, that is to say, the funds that Hippo injects into Kangaroo are likely to be in vain.”

The thinking patterns of smart people seem to have something in common.

Song Chaoge apparently thought carefully and figured out the Great Wall's next strategic plan.

"Mr. Song's analysis makes sense."

The woman nodded in agreement, her tone as relaxed as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

"Assuming that Great Wall Group really only does charity, then they are forcing us to do charity together."

Song Chaoge also told a cold joke.

The woman looked towards the cool courtyard on a midsummer day and sighed softly.

"Even so, there's nothing we can do to stop it. Can't we?"

Don't be afraid of your opponent being smart.

I'm just afraid that my opponent is crazy.

Don’t be afraid of enemies who want to defeat you. Be afraid of enemies who want to perish with you.

The Great Wall now exudes this feeling.

No one is short of money.

But no one’s money comes from strong winds.

And the numbers involved are really too big.

Song Chaoge lowered his head and rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips.

"With Miss Fujiwara's intelligence, Chaoge doesn't believe she can't think of a solution."

The corners of the woman's lips curled up slightly, "Of course there is a way, and it's obvious at a glance, but it's just not feasible."

"What Ms. Fujiwara said was to seize the Hang Seng Group?"

Song Chaoge said without any hesitation: "Even if we destroy the Great Wall, it won't make any sense, because our losses will only be more severe."

"So I said, it's not feasible."

After saying that, the woman looked at the man opposite who had unparalleled conditions in all aspects, "But Mr. Song, I still have to make it clear that in any war, it is impossible to imagine that you will be unscathed. If you want to defeat your opponent, you have to pay some price."

Song Chaoge still lowered his head and rubbed his teacup. Not sure if he had listened to these words, he suddenly said: "I have a more clear way."

"Oh."

The woman smiled and said, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Song."

"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. Although Great Wall has four shareholders, I think except for Jiang Chen, the other three are not so radical. So as long as the source of Jiang Chen is solved, all problems will be solved."

The woman's smile remained unchanged, "Solve it? How to solve it? Can Mr. Song be specific?"

"Miss Fujiwara should understand what I mean."

"The little girl doesn't quite understand."

Song Chaoge raised his head, his evil face showing a heart-stopping indifference.

"Miss Fujiwara, this is your residence. There are no six ears. You should know what I am talking about."

Four eyes facing each other.

The woman was silent for a while, then slowly exhaled and frowned slightly, "Mr. Song, killing someone is against the law."

"I believe that with Ms. Fujiwara's methods, there should be many ways to make it without leaving any trace."

Life is at stake.

Just a false proposition.

When huge wealth is the premise, the so-called moment of life is not worth mentioning.

How many people dare to take risks just for a car or a house?

It's just that he's going to kill someone just because he's been given a drink, so he's not broad-minded enough.

The woman did not pay attention to the other party's compliments, but asked meaningfully: "Mr. Song's methods are not inferior to those of the little girl, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm from China."

Song Dynasty's songs are clear and concise.

The woman seemed to be enlightened and nodded, "Oh, Chinese people will not harm Chinese people." Song Chaoge's expression remained unchanged, as if he was discussing a trivial matter, "What do you think of this method, Miss Fujiwara?"

"The little girl feels..."

She paused.

"Subject to discussion."

The woman curled her lips and said, "That Jiang Chen is not someone to be taken lightly. Let's not even mention whether he can succeed. Even if he does succeed, I'm afraid the follow-up will be very troublesome."

"There is no need to worry about this issue. I will assist Ms. Fujiwara. When the time comes, all you need to do is hand over someone."

The woman smiles and looks into the other person's eyes.

"Mr. Song, is it really so easy?"

Then, she continued: "Even in China, Mr. Song's hands and eyes are all over the sky, and he can ensure that I am safe and sound, but what about outside China?"

"Mr. Song, his base camp has never been in China. I don't want to have to hide in Japan and not be able to go anywhere. Maybe staying in Japan won't be safe."

After saying that, the woman helped him make tea again.

When it comes to this, it’s actually obvious enough.

Not everyone is as easy to fool as Fang Jun.

And Fang Jun's fate is clearly visible.

A descendant of a high-ranking cadre and a high-ranking official, he is now working on a sewing machine.

Although they are different countries, don't forget that Japan has been a subsidiary state of China for a long time in history, inheriting China's culture and being deeply influenced by it.

He must know the art of war such as borrowing a knife to kill someone.

"Miss Fujiwara, I think you may have elevated him. So far, you haven't found any background on him..."

"Mr. Song."

The woman put down the teapot and interrupted with a rare rudeness: "It doesn't matter whether you have found out his background. You should think about why so many important people in your country have gathered around him, and about his wealth. Mr. Song, you may not have a very specific concept of wealth because you live in China. In your country, no matter how big an entrepreneur is, he or she will not have a high social status, but outside China, it may be different. .”

Meaningful.

Song Chaoge frowned slightly, feeling a vague sense of sarcasm. Of course, he might just be too sensitive.

"Mr. Song, please have tea."

She pursed her lips and smiled again.

After Song Chaoge left, the woman arranged the tea sets and behaved in a pretentious manner. If you didn't know her information, she actually had more oriental charm than the Chinese people.

After arranging the tea sets, she stood up and walked through the eaves and corridor to a lush bamboo forest. Under the bamboo forest was a man-made constant-temperature pool.

White stockings stepped on the bluestone road.

Followed.

The loose dress slowly slipped down.

A thrilling ketone body was exposed to the air and instantly became the most beautiful scenery in this bamboo garden.

pity.

The wall was built too high, a full three meters, and no one had the chance to appreciate it.

"Whoa."

The snow-white ketone body slowly submerged into the water, and the pattern mark reflected on the water surface also rippled and faded.

The woman who would definitely bring trouble to the king in ancient times leaned against the pool and closed her eyes in enjoyment.

She is a competent businesswoman.

There is no ill will towards the partners.

So what she just said was purely a kind reminder.

No matter how noble your status is, there will always be regional restrictions.

But wealth does not.

"Hmm~"

underwater.

His fingers accidentally slid across his thigh.

The woman didn't know what she was thinking of, but suddenly she let out a groan from her nose, and her cheeks, which could be broken by blows, turned red inexplicably, becoming more and more radiant.

Because it is summer.

The water temperature is actually quite cool.

"Jiang Sang, you really deserve to die..."

She closed her eyes and murmured with a red face.

"Squeak creak..."

Midsummer Night.

The sound of insects comes and goes.

But it did not affect the woman's rest.

Although she came to a foreign country, she did not change her sleeping habits. Instead of sleeping on a bed, she spread a bed and quilt on the ground and slept on the spot.

Fortunately, the environment here is excellent. Apart from the chirping of insects, there is no hustle and bustle of traffic.

The woman lay with her clothes on, her thick hair spread out, and she slept soundly.

The moon quietly climbed up the wall.

The scattered moonlight is more like a natural filter.

"The beauty of Qingben, but why..."

Not a narration.

But an inner monologue.

What was heartbreaking was that in the quiet room, a shadow actually appeared in the moonlight.

The woman sleeping on the ground was still unaware.

That's right.

It's not the sparse shadows of the trees.

Because the shadow is still moving step by step, gradually approaching the beauty on the ground.

A three-meter-high wall can protect against gentlemen.

But you can't guard against villains.

When he came to the woman's side, the shadow stopped. In the tense and solemn atmosphere, he seemed to be studying the woman's face.

At this moment, that face has been cleansed of lead dust and should appear in its most essential and true state.

But maybe it was because the moonlight was too dark, so he couldn't see clearly. The shadow gradually shortened, and he must have crouched down.

The woman sleeps quietly and is very well-behaved, which is completely different from her personality or behavior. She does not move, except for occasionally pursing her lips. Her childish movements make the uninvited guest squatting next to her have mixed feelings.

There was no outrageous scene of insanity. This uninvited guest did not seem to be a flower thief, even though the beauty on the ground was defenseless, so close and within easy reach.

Time seemed to pause.

I don't know how long it took.

He finally made a move, stretched out his hand, crossed the still towering peaks even when he was lying flat, and went down little by little.

"Squeak creak..."

The chirping of insects is tireless.

Just above the belt, the hand stopped.

It seems that he still has not withstood the test of such temptation.

But just when he was about to touch the belt, he stopped again.

It's not that the woman woke up, she was still unaware.

It should be inner principles and cultivation that have the upper hand.

The hand that was just a short step away from helping someone undress and take off his belt was withdrawn.

immediately.

A voice sounded.

"Hey, wake up."

The voice was not high, but not low either. It was particularly scary in the room on this midsummer night.

The woman was asleep, but not fainted, and suddenly opened her eyes.

Impressively.

A grimace appeared before her eyes.

That's right.

A hideous and terrifying face!

"what……"

The high-pitched screams instantly drowned out the chirping of the insects. (End of chapter)