Chapter 825: The Great Tribulation
"How is it possible?" Murong Zhenggang, Murong Wenhe's face changed greatly at the same time, and there was a thick sense of horror in his eyes, the sudden increase in the market value of the Dingsheng Group was certainly a huge threat to the Honghui Group, but at this time, what made their hearts sink suddenly, and it was even a little difficult to breathe for a while, but it was the latter piece of information revealed by Murong Zi. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Nearly 2,000 people are crowded in the headquarters of the Guanlong Fund in T Province, this matter will definitely attract the attention of the T Provincial Government, if the control is not good, it will even enter the eyes of the high-level of Huaxia, regardless of whether the Guanlong Fund has really been strong in the middle, at least the bidding of Teda Plaza is out of the game in advance.
TEDA Plaza is a municipal engineering project in Kyoto, and it is also involved in the bidding qualifications of the "Huaxia Tower" project in the future, which will be reviewed by eight major departments, and companies with bad records, debt crisis, credit crisis, and major lawsuits will be excluded first.
How could such a thing happen at such a critical moment, it is simply maddening.
Murong Zhenggang asked, "Zi'er, you saw about the Guanlong Fund on the Internet?"
Murong Zi shook his head and said: "It's not on the Internet yet, but it should be soon, an hour ago, Long Xiaokang, a senior consultant of Dingsheng Group, called me and proposed that Dingsheng Group intends to acquire Honghui's eleven hypermarkets in Kyoto at a price of 12 billion, and the news about Guanlong Fund was also revealed to me, I called the person in charge of a media in T Province to ask, and it was indeed true." ā
Murong Wenhe patted the armrest of the sofa and stood up, and exclaimed, "It's the Dingsheng Group that is behind the ghost." ā
Seeing that the third uncle's emotions suddenly became so excited, Murong Zi sneered: "Third uncle, you're not kidding, the headquarters of Dingsheng Group is in Shenhai City, Shenhai City is in the east of Huaxia, and T Province is in the southwest of Huaxia. ā
Murong Wenhe's face changed, he was quiet for a moment, and he also felt that he was a little bit of a snake, and sat back while nodding slowly: "Everything is together, it's too much of a coincidence." ā
"Wen He, let's ask Mei Anping first, he is in the conference room now. ā
Hearing Murong Zhenggang's proposal, Murong Wen said "En", got up from his seat and was about to leave, but Murong Zi said lightly: "Second uncle, third uncle, it's time for you, are you still going to hide everything from me, Dingsheng Group is waiting for me to reply." ā
"12 billion wants to buy Honghui's eleven hypermarkets in Kyoto, what is the difference between this and grabbing, 20 billion is too low. Murong Zhenggang's face swelled with anger: "I really think that Honghui is a muddy bully." At the end of the sentence, he shook his hand and got up and left, which was very angry.
With the departure of Murong Zhenggang and the others, Murong Zi was left alone in the office, Jiaorong was tired and sad, just like her mood at this time was lonely and empty, since the bidding preparation of TEDA Plaza, there was an invisible gap between her and the family, not only her father, but also the second and third uncles, even her brother would deliberately hide some business plans and decisions from her, she is still the president of Honghui, and she is still doing her best to manage the company's daily affairs, but everything is no longer under her control.
She had an extremely bad premonition that Honghui would face a catastrophe that had never been seen before, perhaps brought by the Dingsheng Group, or it might suddenly fall from the unknown, but she didn't know where to start, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.
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In the conference room, dark clouds were shrouded, as if before the storm, Murong Zhenggang, Murong Wenhe, and Mei Anping were all heavy-faced.
"Anping, tell me honestly, is there a problem with the Guanlong Fund?" After a long silence, Murong Wenhe snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette and asked gloomily, looking at Mei Anping's eyes was not so friendly.
"Mr. Mei, now everyone is in the same boat, I hope you don't hide anything, if there is any problem with the Guanlong Fund, you may wish to say it, let's find a way to solve it together, and first get over the current difficulties. Murong Zheng had just been immersed in the mall for more than 20 years, and the city government was quite deep, at this time, he knew that he couldn't tear his face with Mei Anping, but his tone seemed very sincere.
Mei Anping frowned, after thinking about it, he said slowly: "This time the customer crowding is unexpected, I estimate that nine times out of ten it is the instigation of business opponents behind the scenes, and now my eldest brother is in charge of the overall situation in T Province, I believe that the situation will be stabilized soon, and the two of you don't have to worry too much." ā
"Last night, you said that more than 600 people asked to withdraw the principal, why did it become 2,000 this morning, if it increased to more than 3,000 in the afternoon, even if you borrowed one billion funds from Honghui, I am afraid it will not be enough. Murong Zhenggang squinted his eyes, thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Mr. Mei, except for the eight billion funds that have been frozen, there are no other funds in the Guanlong Fund?
When asked about this needle, the corners of Mei Anping's eyes couldn't help twitching a few times, his face was forced to be calm, and he said with a little displeasure: "Director Murong, this involves the internal business secrets of the Mei family, and I am inconvenient to explain, but one thing I can assure you is that the Guanlong Fund is just a little trouble, and it will not affect the overall situation of the bidding." ā
Seeing that the other party said it to death, Murong Zhenggang couldn't continue to ask, his face changed, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "Mr. Mei, don't take it to heart, it's really too critical for both of us to bid this bid, and I'm also a little concerned about it, since Mr. Mei said that it can't affect the overall situation, I naturally can trust it." ā
Murong Wenhe tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he was a little unhappy, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Seeing that it was about to be dinner, Mei Anping politely refused Murong Zhenggang's invitation, and after shaking hands with the latter, he was about to leave, but at this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open by "Bang Dang", which really startled the three of them, and turned his gaze to look at it, but saw Murong Zi standing tall, with a white professional suit, like frost and frozen cheeks, and the temperament of the whole person was like a hibiscus on a snowy mountain.
"Second uncle, third uncle, wake up, don't have unrealistic illusions, let me tell you, this time, Honghui Group was killed by the Guanlong Fund, and won the TEDA Plaza project, don't even think about it, the most important thing at the moment is to worry about how Honghui himself will survive the difficulties. As soon as Murong Zi opened his mouth, he drank vigorously without embellishment, making Murong Zhenggang and the others petrified on the spot.
(End of chapter)