Chapter Seventy-Two: The Grand Prix
Ambrera was in the limelight, and no one wanted to provoke the increasingly powerful behemoth. I can only watch my country's pharmaceutical market being eaten away on a large scale.
It hurts in my heart...... But they didn't dare to speak out, fortunately they were politicians, otherwise this kind of aggrieved feeling was really not something that ordinary people could bear.
However, the red queen also knows how to measure, and the share occupied by each market is just right, and the "dead line" of the local government is stuck in it!
In addition to the desire of the people of Ambrera, as long as the quality of the medicine is placed there, no one will be stingy with the paper money in their wallet!
Because this is medicine, a necessary item in the life of a human being.
A few days later, the capital turnover was completed, and a large amount of foreign exchange arrived, far exceeding the number of drugs sold in the United States, allowing this behemoth to show its minions in other fields!
Advertisements are overwhelming, and even some children who are not familiar with the world can say a few words. For a time, the biomedical alliance dominated by the Osborne Group was in danger.
I'm afraid that Ambrera's next target is the field of medicine in which they are located.
If it weren't for the public survey, it's hard to imagine that there would be such a company in the world that is popular with the public!
Whether domestic or foreign, this phenomenon has been dubbed the 'Ambrera phenomenon' by senior Wall Street economists.
Of course, this model is almost impossible to replicate.
The virus that infects billions of people is cured, and the technology and luck involved in this are ...... It's just against the sky!
Ambrera is still developing steadily, although this "stable development" momentum is too strong, but it is much slower than the previous few days.
Under the arrangement of the Red Queen, this newly launched "aircraft carrier" in the business world has changed from the mode of rampage.
And Kurumi, who is the big boss behind the scenes, is half-lying on a boss chair at this time, enjoying her casual afternoon tea.
Black Meow, a pure black cat, like its owner, has become extremely lazy, lying on the table with its eyes closed, if it weren't for the cat's ears that shook from time to time at that time, the red queen really thought it was asleep.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the flashing signal light on the table, rolled his eyes after red, and flew to Kurumi's ear.
"Master, master~"
...... There was no reaction for a long time, and the red queen hugged her chest with her hands, so she didn't believe that with her master's strength, she wouldn't be able to hear her shout!
His pupils reflect Kurumi half-lying in a chair, his white forehead covered in pure black hair, and an eye patch underneath it, which is said to improve the quality of sleep.
Although the red queen prefers to believe that this is just her master's words.
"The hosts! Black Meow knocked over your afternoon tea again! ”
Lori's voice is full of schadenfreude.,This is already the most similar tone that the red queen can imitate.。
It's the same as she imagined, originally half-lying on the chair, exuding a lazy atmosphere, the slender waist suddenly straightened!
Two iconic ponytails fall high from the chest, gradually separating themselves from the clothes.
The white and slender little hand lifted the blindfold upward, and even the pure black soft bangs rolled up.
In the end, only a strand of green silk remained, draped down from the top of the blindfold, like a peculiar solitary "stupid hair!"
The whole pretty face was exposed to the air, under the combined gaze of the golden clock pupils and the deep burgundy eyes......
Black Meow, who was lying on the table, suddenly felt a "murderous aura!"
The hair is unnaturally fried slightly! But it soon returned to normal, and with its intelligence, it was able to roughly understand what the Red Queen said to Kurumi.
At this time, Black Meow didn't even open her vertical pupils, so she shook her tail and pointed towards the red back!
It's like a straight black marker! Exactly where the red queen is!
This little Lori is moving lightly, and the black meow's tail is also moving slightly, not giving the red queen a chance to get out of the "range" at all!
Kurumi picked up the still warm black tea on the table and took a sip of it, so that she studied magic in the mental space every day, and sometimes engraved in reality experiments, so lazy and without a trace of oppression, that Kurumi almost forgot her identity as a 'reincarnation'.
But if you can enjoy life, why do you have to live a miserable life? She's not big... Foolish... Force!
Even if the main god finally issued her a mission to punch Thanos and kick Toaa, it would not affect Kurumi's current mood in the slightest.
Besides, that kind of task is not realistic at all, okay?
She's just a little salted fish that is about to break through the [Beta] level, and she still belongs to the kind of salty that can't be salty.
In fact, Kurumi feels that his breakthrough speed is fast enough, from "ordinary people" to the current [Alpha] limit, how long has it been?
Even in the previously intact main god space, there are not many such 'demons'.
So...... Kurumi also enjoys his current life as a matter of course.
Don't tell her anything about her heart! For every reincarnation who has experienced blood and fire, it has been ground into pieces and deeply attached to the bones of the soul!
......
In mid-air, the red queen is still "flying around," the black meow lying on the table, its tail constantly changing direction, as if it won't stop as long as Mad San doesn't open his mouth.
Both sides are getting faster and faster! Even if Kurumi glanced at it casually, he could only see the afterimage.
Above the cup of black tea, the rising mist was dispersed, causing the wild three willows to frown slightly.
The next moment! The red queen honestly stayed over Kurumi's shoulders, and Black Meow also retracted her tail and curled up in her arms, trying to shrink herself into a big black group!
Putting down the cup, the mist continues to rise, emitting heat in the air that belongs to it.
Kurumi leans back in the boss's chair, his blindfold is removed, and he throws it on the table at random.
"Tell me, what's something I need to ask?"
"Master, Stark invites you to go to the race of cars."
Crazy San stretched out in the chair, and the black skirt was rolled up a lot, and the black silk half-exposed inside could be vaguely seen.
"Where?"
"F1 Monaco Grand Prix."
"Really?" Kurumi was noncommittal, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "He really knows how to play." ”
The red queen who flew in the air shrugged her shoulders and didn't care about it, "Master, the gameplay of the capital world is beyond your imagination, if you are interested, I can help you mobilize the bad fun videos of those rich people." ”
Kurumi yawned, covered his little hand lightly, and stood up from the chair.
Just a few steps to the window, the renovated Stark Building on the opposite side seems to be about the same height as Ambrera's headquarters, and down the street, the humans on the street look like ants.
"Has S.H.I.E.L.D. been in contact with Stark?"
"I've been in contact a few times, and they're going to take advantage of Stark's emotions."
"Oh~ Then they're really unscrupulous."
"There's a lot more disgusting than this, master, do you want to watch it?"
"No, promise Stark, it's okay lately anyway."