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Beijing Lido business district, Wanhui Group headquarters hall.

The shareholders' meeting of the temporary group directors is coming to an end, and dozens of shareholders have their own ghosts, looking at Hu Moteng and Zhang Jiayi. The smell of saber-rattling filled the entire shareholders' meeting, and the focus of several people's attacks was all focused on the planning and bidding for the construction of the Chinese Cultural Center. The investment imbalance of the group company has seriously damaged the interests of shareholders, and in the face of Zhang Jiayi, they are quite complaining, but Mr. Zhang's bones are not cold, and they are all trying to refrain from it. However, in the face of the birth of Tiger Moteng, he was verbally criticized, and he yelled at the wolf's ambition and took advantage of the fire to rob. Hu Moteng sneered again and again, pushed the documents in front of the desk in the middle with both hands, and his words were ruthless.

"Rest assured, those failed investments are just money trapped, not a loss. Of course, Wanhui Group has indeed reached a sensitive period, and at present, if we want to fight with Nanhua Group, we have to compromise our means. You must remember that we and the South China Group have always been divided into north and south, and each has its own interests and money, and we will never cross the thunder pond without authorization. It's just that Nanhua Group is not authentic, and wants to monopolize the construction planning of the Chinese Cultural Center, isn't it a fool's dream. We are Wanhui Group, as long as we don't agree, it is simply delusional to want to win the bid easily. ”

Shareholders sneer, say false and empty remarks will be said by anyone, we all know that there will be no children's love in the commercial battlefield, absolute interests, as long as there is profit, those who want to enter will also hit their heads and bleed. Everyone is a person who understands, as you said, what can you talk about to fight with the South China Group.

Hu Moteng lit a cigarette domineeringly, took a few puffs, and said slowly, ignoring the tired eyes of the shareholders.

"Don't get excited, everybody, you can take a look at the contents of the document. As I said, we are Wanhui Group, and in the business world, it is also the best in the world. If we want to compete for profit, the other side has to weigh it carefully. The current predicament is only temporary, as long as I am given a month, I will definitely be able to win the Chinese Cultural Center. ”

The shareholders' meeting was suddenly quiet, the silence was terrifying, and more than a dozen shareholders turned their eyes, all exchanging opinions, restraining the riot, and looking at the things on the meeting table and in the folder. The tranquility of the beating heart, the freeze of the eyes, the hands slowly stretched out, opened to see, a dazzling bank cashier's check shocked the shareholders infinitely palpitated. On the first place, Zhang Jiayi stood up in fright, looked at the blank promissory note, glared at Hu Moteng, and asked stupidly.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Hu Moteng smiled, laughing so hard that it made people's hearts worry.

"What do you say?"

Zhang Jiayi roared excitedly.

"I don't know, I don't know. You're a lunatic, you're a vampire, I'll give you shares, what else do you want. Ah, what the are you trying to do?"

Hu Moteng got up, walked to the middle of the conference table, and wrote a string of numbers on the eye-catching cashier's check. (To be continued.) )