Chapter 1859

Your territory.

You're messing around.

My territory.

Don't beep.

Before.

Tang Qing won't let zero play the way of the consortiums. After all, those guys are not easy to provoke. They have so much capital and power that ordinary people can't imagine.

But.

Now it's time to let go.

Consortia.

The most terrible time is when they have the same interests. However, when there are internal differences, the threat will be greatly reduced. Because, there are differences, on behalf of someone who may be behind.

Not enough is done.

There is more to lose than to lose.

It also applies here.

Now.

Plus ERV, there are at least three major consortia level forces that will prevent radical action against Myanmar. There are many small consortia under these major consortia, as well as a bunch of capital forces and political forces.

Not to be underestimated.

So.

The plan to stir up the trouble from the inside of the consortium has been a success.

Of course.

This doesn't mean that we can make waves at will. Once we reach the bottom line, we will also be hit. The three major consortiums are just stirring up the water, rather than jumping backwards. To jump, they are also in the next stage.

First, the development of obscenity.

Another wave.

Ten minutes later.

The meeting ended.

"Ah!"

Tang Qing pretended to stretch, though not tired at all.

Suddenly.

A hint came from the ear.

"Sith is in critical condition."

Sith.

Of course, Tang Qing knows the cause of the disease. To this end, he can only say: go. I'm old, and I'm learning how to toss myself. Don't worry. I'll help you spend your family property.

This game.

The loser is Sith.

But.

The winners are not the two consortia. The soldiers have made great efforts to make the Sith family carry a pot that can't be cleaned at all. Naturally, they don't want to make a wedding dress for others.

Just kidding.

Mine.

Mine.

It's all mine.

。。。

Three days later.

Greece.

"I'm sorry." The attending doctor regretted.

Sith died.

Outside the ward, several descendants looked sad and their pillars collapsed. All the young people who looked at the corner of the wall with their eyes together were him. They did all those stupid things, which made Sith angry.

Yes.

That's right.

And now the family is isolated by the consortia. Damn it.

"Bang!"

One punch.

The young man was knocked to the ground. He covered his face and looked at his eldest brother angrily. "I'm also for the good of my family. What's wrong, it's just a failure. I can't be held responsible for everything."

"Oh."

"I see."

"You must be ready to take this opportunity to choose and cancel my inheritance. Why can't you do this? Whoops, whoops, stop fighting, stop fighting. I know it's wrong. Spare my life."

"I'll fight back."

"Ouch."

“。。。”

In a minute.

On the ground lies a young man with a face full of love. Good days, it seems that it's over. My inheritance, no, can't wait to die. I can't just be a tramp.

I'm only twenty.

Young.

Handsome.

There are ideals.

There are pursuits.

There are a lot of younger sister paper waiting for me to comfort them. I can't let them down... I can't feel my body. It seems that I've kowtowed my head. OK, I'll faint for a while.

For a moment.

Just... A little while.

"PATA!"

With his head askew, the young man fell to the ground.

For this.

No one cares too much.

"Feign death?"

"You better not wake up, asshole." The eldest son said angrily, inheritance right, after you, what are you thinking? I will see your money. I want the whole family.

Consortia.

At a certain level, trust will be carried out more often.

So.

Sith individuals also don't hold many family industries. They only have the right to share dividends. If they inherit, they can also inherit Sith personal industries. Compared with the huge family assets, they don't have many.

Mad.

The labor union didn't pursue it so much, looking at the divided heritage?

Hum.

Just want to beat you, that's all. Brush the prestige of the family. He wanted to beat the second brother of the middle school for a long time. He was sheltered by the Sith for years, and has no chance. Now he has no restriction.

In the future.

I will let you know, what is a happy day no longer.

“。。。”

In a few minutes.

A good nurse wanted to help him up.

Suddenly.

A stiff face.

"Ah!"

A scream, scared many people, eyes gathered.

"Dead."

"Dead."

Stammered the nurse.

Instant.

The young man's eldest brother was stunned. He died. He killed people. Even if the financial group was fierce and killed people in public, it would be difficult to finish.

Because.

Many of my father's friends have come outside the ward.

Among them.

But there are many leaders of powerful government departments. Now, in public, so many people see him beating people, and then they die. He doesn't know how to end it.

Hiding?

I'm kidding. Why are people?

It's over.

It's over.

He only has this word in his mind. Happy days are no longer possible. Maybe he is himself.

"Tragedy."

"Yes."

"As soon as Sith left, two children, that's it..." The rest didn't say, one was dead and the other was estimated to be dead. Killing people is not a light crime. It's still in public.

Fortunately.

The Sith family has more than one heir.

"Let's go."

"Yes, right. The reporter may come later. It's not good to be photographed." And the transcripts, please.

“。。。”

Soon.

The corridor is left with a messy family.

Among them.

A man in his thirties pushed his glasses and a flash of cold light flashed. The Sith family was his. The consortium promised that this was just the beginning. The Sith family needed a patriarch like him.

。。。

China.

Qingyan city.

"Nothing new, no level."

He turned a blind eye to the means of the consortia. If soldiers do this kind of thing, there are too many ways to do it. There is no need to die. Such a situation has no technical content, which makes Tang Qing despise it.

Kill one.

Plant one.

Low level.

Forget it, the opponent is a bit silly. It's very good. As for the real technology, Tang Qing is not interested in it. The real technology is hidden in the deepest place and overlooks everyone.

You play first.

Finally.

Let's finish again.

Look at the time.

Go out.

Fifteen minutes later.

West of the city.

Tang Qing gets off.

In front of me.

A huge building complex, once a farmland, has become a modern building, here is the global headquarters of hummingbird business reserve.

Add a "global" and feel high-end.

Early last year.

After one year's construction, the land has been put into use in the city. There are 13 buildings, with a maximum of 21 floors. Nine buildings are used for office and others are related to life.

Group building.

Commercial reserve.

Delivery.

Transportation.

These four domestic businesses occupy four buildings. The other five buildings are used in each district level business department in 39 countries. They may double again in the future and cannot report to the president in full.

One on seventy or eighty.

Who can stand it?

Like the eye of heaven.

In more than 100 branches, the general manager reported to Dou Jiao one by one, so she had to go crazy. In order to facilitate management, Tianyan also set up five regional business departments to take charge.