Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 8

Mo Yu's eyes fell on the face of the girl on the bed.

Look at the slightly trembling eyelashes on her closed eyelids.

His eyes were calm.

Open your mouth softly.

"Don't worry, I won't move anything that doesn't belong to me."

"However, it should be stated in my parents' will that if one of our sisters has an accident, the property will be automatically inherited by the other. If all accidents occur, the property will automatically be returned to the society."

"Uncle, aunt, do you want to save her life, or do you just want her to live until her shares are released?"

She glanced at the two meaningfully.

Then walk away.

Only leaving everyone with a chic back.

The lungs of the middle-aged man in the room exploded.

A face turned into a liver color, and the big tendons at the corners of the mouth made the whole cheek twitch.

"White-eyed wolf, this white-eyed wolf..."

"What is she so proud of? She really thinks that Mingcheng is hers after passing? She herself only holds [-]% of Mingcheng's shares, and Jiaojiao still has [-]% of the shares?"

"Jiaojiao and us already own half of Mingsheng's shares, plus other small shareholders, we have at least nearly [-]% of the shares. It is absolutely impossible for her to control Mingsheng."

The lady next to her was also so angry that she almost broke her powers, and even her usually well-maintained delicate makeup was a bit spent.

But still holding the hand of the girl on the bed.

"Jiaojiao, look, this is your sister..."

"But, Dad, Mom, Jiaojiao is only 16 years old this year. Given her physical condition, she may last for less than two years. Is it possible that she really wants to watch Mo Yu get another [-]% equity..."

Just as Lin Miaomiao was about to speak, she suddenly met the look in her mother's eyes, immediately realized something, and shut up wisely.

From the corner of her eye, Zhang Yunmei glanced at the girl on the bed who seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed, and said loudly.

"What is equity or not? The most important thing now is Jiaojiao's body. Didn't you listen to the doctor? As long as you have the right bone marrow, Jiaojiao's body can definitely return to its original state. Let alone persist for two years, you can live for another 20 years." No problem."

As she spoke, she held the girl's hand tightly again, her voice full of distress.

"Even if that dead girl Mo Yu is unwilling, no matter what the price is, I will find a suitable bone marrow for Jiaojiao."

Looking at the girl's rolled eyelids and the gradually moist corners of the eyes on the hospital bed.

Lin Hongcai and Lin Miaomiao father and daughter looked at each other silently, and a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

On the other side, Mo Yu walked out of the hospital and made a call.

"Hello, Uncle Chen? Get ready, I'm going to publicly sell [-]% of Mingsheng's shares in the stock market, yes, all of them."

After finishing speaking, ignoring the shocked reaction on the other end of the phone, she hung up the phone directly, looking at the ever-extending road ahead, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Didn't the Lin family want to dominate Mingcheng and fight with him?

She just gave them a chance.

Give me all the shares of Mingsheng.

My aunt doesn't have time to play with them now.

In a month it will be the end of the world.

Who cares about ownership of a company when the world is gone?

She has more important things to do now, Mo Yu flipped the phone, found a familiar number in the address book, and dialed it.

"Hey, Liu Hui, I have a big project here, are you interested in cooperating?"

A hoarse male voice came from the opposite side, "What project?"

"I want to create a business model similar to Kaishike and Sam's, and open the world's largest warehouse base and a food processing factory so far."

Now that you have cash in hand, start stocking up.

A person's strength is too weak.

Who knows when it will return to a stable life after the weather changes.

And the doomsday is coming, what other way is easier to sweep goods than opening a factory and the world's largest single-storey mass merchandiser?
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(End of this chapter)