Life Dungeon Game

The entire silver-gray suitcase quickly cracked open with countless crisscrossing cracks. Then, using the suitcase's handle as a support, accompanied by a series of crisp metallic sounds, countless silver-gray and dark brown metal cubes climbed up He Ao's body layer by layer, instantly covering his entire body.

The spare parts containing the batteries were replaced by shoulder armor stacked on top of each other.

The compressed battery on its chest emitted a dazzling light, and amidst a flowing beam of light, the jet nozzles located on the mech's heels slowly unfolded.

A slight vibration traveled along the outer surface of the mecha, and then orange-red flames burst forth, propelling the streamlined mecha slowly upwards and hovering in the air.

He Ao adjusted his body shape, getting used to operating the mecha, while looking at the old butler who came out of the living room.

He nodded slightly to the old butler, and then the tail flames beneath his feet spewed out heat waves, carrying him like a bird spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

The old butler watched the figure disappear into the horizon, a kind smile slowly spreading across his face. Then he turned around and went back into the villa.

-

Boardroom, Top Floor, Nolanca Group Building

“Vian Nolanca may not necessarily want to go public.”

On one side of a brown oval table, a thin, quiet young man wearing glasses tossed a thick proposal onto the table.

“Vian Nolanca is dead,”

Sitting at the head of the oval table, the old man, whose face was beginning to show fine wrinkles, smiled at the young man. He leaned back in his soft chair and said, "Ah Lian, if I remember correctly, you inherited a percentage of the group's shares from your father. Do you know how many times those shares will increase in price after the company goes public?"

His gaze slowly shifted from Allen to the other board members present.

"Dozens of times! Once we go public, we will become one of the top ten conglomerates in the Federation. Your shares worth 100 million will become billions, and your shares worth 1 billion will become tens of billions. Everyone here will be able to step into the Federation's rich list in one step."

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Chapter 220 Board of Directors (Please subscribe, add to your favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

"Think carefully, everyone, are we acting in our own self-interest?"

The old man slightly turned his chair, smiling as he looked at the board members sitting upright on either side.

"We are doing this for the group, and for Kaya City."

Once the group goes public, it will be able to raise a large amount of capital from the financial market, which will then make it much easier for us to drive the group's transformation. Look at the industries we're currently in: light manufacturing and heavy machinery production. These things are time-consuming, labor-intensive, and costly. How much profit can they bring to the group?

He placed his hands on the conference table, gesturing with his arms as if outlining a grand plan.

"Going public is actually a way for us to monetize our asset-heavy industries in a low-risk manner, allowing us to have more money to enter the financial market to invest in real estate, stocks, and bonds."

Which of these isn't more profitable than manufacturing? When the group makes money, we make money too, and the group's employees get higher salaries. What's not to like?

“The risks in the financial market are uncontrollable,” said Allen, the bespectacled young man who spoke first. “What if we suffer serious losses or encounter operational difficulties?”

“We won’t lose out,” the old man said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

"We can lay off some employees or reduce the overall wages of employees to get through the difficult period. In fact, you can consider this: the Nolanca Group is profitable, but how much of the dividends have you received over the years?"

The dividends you can expect in the coming years or even decades will probably not even amount to one percent of the wealth increase you've made from this IPO. So what if we end up losing money? As long as we get out before the collapse, we'll always be the ones who profit.

“A quarter of the population of Kaya City is employed by the Nolanca Group, and more than half rely on the Nolanca Group’s related industries for their livelihood,”

Suddenly, Alian said, "If the Nolanca Group is poorly managed or even goes bankrupt due to a broken capital chain, it will inevitably lead to a large number of employees being owed wages or losing their jobs. It will also affect the operation of various small businesses in the upstream and downstream sectors. How will they survive during that difficult period?"

"Haha, Lian, you're still too young. You've been studying for too long and your brain can't keep up."

The old man laughed heartily, looking around at the others. He knew he didn't need to persuade Allen; he needed to persuade the other directors present.

Clearly, most of the directors present showed signs of interest.

In fact, the listing of the Nolanca Group only means that the Nolanca family may lose control of the Nolanca Group, but for them, the small shareholders, the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks.

As for the potential risks that may arise in the future, such as the potential bankruptcy of the Nolanca Group, unpaid wages for employees, and unemployment, these are good news rather than bad news for them.

Massive unemployment means an oversupply in the labor market, which means that workers' wages can be further reduced. Those who made a lot of money after Nolanca went public can use their connections to acquire the original Nolanca Group companies at low prices, hire the original workers at even lower wages, and earn more profits.

In Norlanca

On the carcass of a colossal creature, its mouth was dripping with oil from its eating.

The only ones who might suffer from this are the Nolanca family and the workers who might face hardship or even bankruptcy due to unemployment, but what does that have to do with them?

Now that Vian Nolanca, the sole heir of the Nolanca family, has died and has not left a will, they can represent the Nolanca Group according to the company's articles of association until a suitable bloodline heir is found in the Nolanca family's trust fund.

As for whether the Nolanca family still has a bloodline heir, that's not their concern. After all, the Nolanca family has always had only one heir for generations, and Vian may be the last bloodline.

"alright,"

Seeing the interested looks on everyone's faces, the old man knew the time was ripe. He waved his hand with a smile, "Then take a look at the listing plan that Nord Financial Consulting has devised for us."

He gently waved his hand and pressed the communication button on his desk, which led to the board secretary's desk outside the boardroom.

The call connected quickly, and he chuckled softly, "Elena, bring in the listing plan."

After a while, there was no response from the phone.

The old man frowned and called softly, "Elena? Elena?"

-

The mornings in Kaya are not warm, and it's already late December.

As winter approaches, it's already a blessing if it doesn't snow.

What's rare is that the sun came out a little this morning, and the sunlight felt slightly warm on my face.

The only regret is that today the sky is cloudless, and a cloudless sky is much colder than a cloudy sky.

With messy, tangled hair, wearing a worn-out jacket, and his face covered in dirt, the boy, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, was warming his hands on a still-smoldering fire barrel.

The fire bucket is a little over one meter tall and about 60-70 centimeters in diameter, with a black body.

These buckets are not used for heating; they are typically used to hold liquid fuel.

However, its unique shape provides good wind protection, and the fire inside the barrel, whether wood or coal, will not burn very brightly and can be sustained for a long time. Therefore, wanderers like to make it into a fire bucket to get through the cold nights.

The fire bucket didn't belong to the boy; it belonged to its owner, a group of homeless people who frequented the area. Only when they went out to find food did he have the chance to crawl out of his cold triangular tent, stand by the fire bucket, and warm his stiff body.

Just as the boy was warming himself by the fire, a loud noise came from the sky, as if something was cutting through the air at high speed. He looked up and saw a silver-gray object falling from the sky and landing in the alleyway in the distance.

He had intended to go and take a look, but after glancing at the flames in the fire bucket that were almost completely extinguished, he ultimately gave up.

After a while, he saw a tall, handsome young man carrying a silver-gray briefcase walk out from the end of the alley.

His gaze was initially fixed on the young man, but then moved to the silver-gray briefcase.

"Handsome?"

He Ao looked at the boy staring intently at his briefcase and asked with a soft laugh.

"Cool!" The boy nodded vigorously, still staring at He Ao's briefcase. "It's so beautiful!"

Then, as if realizing something, he awkwardly stepped aside, saying, "Excuse me, sir."

“It’s nothing,” He Ao smiled and shook his head, casually taking a roll of banknotes from his pocket and handing it to the boy. “Thank you for the compliment, it is indeed very beautiful.”

Vian doesn't like being praised, but he really enjoys it when people praise his creations, as long as it comes from the heart.

"Eh? For me?"

The boy stared at the roll of banknotes for a moment, stunned.

He looked at He Ao awkwardly, his dirty hand slowly reaching out, then hesitantly pulled it back. He looked at He Ao's clean, fair fingers and wiped his palm on his tattered jacket.

He still seemed hesitant.

Finally, he swallowed hard and reached for the roll of money.

However, at that moment, his hand suddenly paused, and his gaze lingered on what was behind He Ao.

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Chapter 221 Orphan (Please subscribe, add to your favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

He Ao was about to leave, but paused for a moment when he looked at the boy.

He stuffed the money into the boy's arms, turned around, and saw a group of homeless men with fierce expressions staring intently at him and the boy not far behind him.

To be precise, it was the roll of banknotes in the boy's arms that he was staring at.

The poor security situation in Dawn City is mainly concentrated in the Aston district, while the poor security situation in Kaya City can be found in various dark corners of the city.

The lead homeless man stared at He Ao, then quickly led the other homeless men behind him over and surrounded He Ao.

"Kid, you'd better hand over all your money."

He pulled a small, black pistol from his pocket and said menacingly.

He Ao glanced at him, then turned to the side, his free hand suddenly reaching out to grab the gun. With a twist, a lift, and a pull, before the homeless leader could react, He Ao had snatched the gun from his hand.

The black pistol was an old-fashioned mechanical design, and the homeless leader clearly didn't know how to use firearms; the gun wasn't even loaded.

He gripped the gun handle, muzzle down, and rubbed it against the outside of his thigh. The bolt snapped open and closed, and he chambered the gun with one hand.

Then he raised his gun, aimed it at the leader of the homeless men, and pulled the trigger.

boom-

A scorching bullet grazed the homeless man's cheek and struck the wall behind him. "Get lost."

"Ah!!! Murder!!!"

The homeless man shuddered, his legs trembled, and he scrambled away.

The vagrants who had followed him scattered like birds and beasts, running away in a swarm.

He put away his gun, removed the safety, and looked at the boy beside him.

The boy stared at He Ao in disbelief, then mimicked He Ao's motion of wiping his hand as he fired the gun, "Big brother, that's so cool."

He Ao glanced at him, picked up his suitcase, and walked out of the alley. "Come with me."

The boy glanced at his back, then at his own tattered triangular tent. He quickly crawled into the tent, grabbed a small, dark cotton quilt, and ran and jumped after He Ao.