Sun Qing took the newspaper with a puzzled face, and then read it casually.

It didn't take long for his expression to become a little serious.

By the end, it had become a little dignified.

Obviously, what is in the newspaper is enough for him to pay attention to!

After a long while, he put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Sun Xiang.

"Brother, now, should you know how big the market potential of this piece is?" Sun Qing exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile.

"It's true that the money comes quickly, which is comparable to robbing a bank. ”

Sun Qing sighed and said, "Then do you have any ideas?"

Hearing this, Sun Xiang said with a smile: "According to the national conditions of our Huaxia country, we don't need to think about new products and advertising ideas, we just need to follow the path of this beauty cream, this time, the beauty cream is so popular, with their production capacity, can meet the needs of the market?"

"Even if they have been prepared for a long time, and the supply of prepared goods is very sufficient, but they are going to the high-end market, aren't those low-end markets still empty? We can completely occupy this area!" Sun Xiang licked his lips and said.

His eyes sparkled.

Even if he is the second young master of the Sun family, even if the family has money, will he be moved in the face of such a piece of cake?

Even if it is a low-end market, if it succeeds in seizing it, the profit will be calculated in terms of how many billions!

"Then what are you going to do?" Sun Qing asked with interest.

He has always thought that his younger brother is a waste material waiting for death, but he didn't expect to have this kind of thought.

It was really unexpected.

"Although we don't have that kind of beauty cream, we can make a product ourselves, use our own formula, take a nice name, add a good-looking packaging, and throw it to the planning department for disposal, and that's it!" Sun Xiang said with a smile.

Sun Qing was smoking, and when he heard this, he began to think about the pros and cons of this matter.

According to Sun Xiang's thoughts, they are indeed profitable to do this at this time.

With their Sun family's connections and abilities, it couldn't be easier to pick up a low-end beauty product in Huaxia.

Extinguishing the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, Sun Qing said: "Okay, just do it, since your idea is so good, then plan and plan well, do it like that, don't let others underestimate our brother's reputation!"

"Brother, don't worry, there will be no problem, you just wait to collect the money!"

Seeing that Sun Qing agreed, Sun Xiang was overjoyed and hurriedly packed the ticket!

nodded, and then Sun Qing's thoughts began to think of other places.

"Jack is dead, this matter can't be left like this, it's time for his brother to come to Huaxia to have a while......"

His face was eerie, like a dark serpent scheming against people!

……

Distant Europe!

Night!

The dense moonlight poured down like mercury, covering the dark earth with a layer of silver.

In an office building with a slightly serious decoration style, a young man dressed as a priest in black clothes and black pants combed his big oily and slippery back.

A pair of gold-wire glasses highlights his elegant and introverted temperament to the extreme.

He has an extremely upturned nose and gray eyes, and is a typical foreign handsome guy!

Around his neck, a very soft cross chain hangs, and the whole image looks like a patriarch who has been immersed in religious beliefs for decades, both inside and outside.

makes people forget that he is only in his twenties.

Under his armpit, the young man holds a thick Bible in his hand, and his face is gentle and calm waiting for the elevator to arrive.

Ding dong!

The elevator doors opened.

The man slowly entered, then came out on the eighteenth floor, and then stepped out of the elevator with a calm pace.

Knock knock!

He walked down this floor, finally stopped in front of a door, and then knocked.

In a moment, a middle-aged man came out and opened the door.

Perhaps because the weather was still hot, the man was only wearing a pair of pants, no clothes on the upper half of his body, and thick body hair on his chest.

This middle-aged man is very fat, and his facial features are almost squeezed together.

He glanced indifferently at the young priest and asked, in fluent English, "Who are you?

"Are you religious, sir?" asked the young priest, with a gentle smile.

"What do you believe?" The middle-aged man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a little unclear.

"Trust Jesus!" said the young priest, with an air of holiness.

"I believe only in Satan!"

The middle-aged man said impatiently: "If it's okay, get out of here, otherwise, I'll call the security guard!"

"Sir, please show some respect in the presence of God, otherwise you will be damned!"

The young priest smiled and said, "Also, you really don't believe in Jesus?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll say it again, get out of here, or ...... Click!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp saber had already been inserted into his throat.

Blood, running down the sharp saber, dripped down his chest, soaking his thick chest hair.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was holding his throat with both hands, and the inside of his mouth was gurgling, as if he was about to say something.

However, after being cut in his throat, he couldn't produce even a complete note.

After a moment of struggle, the middle-aged man fell limply to the ground.

The young priest glanced faintly at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground, squatted down, pulled the saber from the corpse, and then tore out a piece of paper from the Bible to wipe off the blood stains.

Wiped the blood away, he crumpled the paper, threw it on the ground, and said to himself, "If you don't respect God, you won't end well!"

Dingdingding......

The young priest's cell phone rang in his pocket.

He didn't answer immediately, but slowly got up and walked towards the elevator, and then he connected the phone.

"I'm a priest!" his voice reverted to that gentle look.

"I'll tell you the unfortunate news that your brother Jack has been killed!" a cold, emotionless voice came from the other side of the phone.

"After all, man dies, he just goes to God in advance!"

The priest's face did not change at all, and he asked with a smile, "Can you tell me who killed him?"

"In Yanjing, the capital of China, a young man named Qin Buer was killed. ”

"Okay, thank you!" the priest hung up, then thought for a moment and dialed a phone to go out.

"Hello?"

"Help me prepare, I'm going to Huaxia!"