"To be honest, I never imagined that Miss Moko would try to poison her grandfather."

Tokugawa Takuya had already changed out of his white coat and wore a slightly bold jacket, and he was also bored when he drank wine: "I didn't expect that Miss Moko would take the initiative to invite me to meet in the bar after guessing my attitude." The contemptible must admit that the daughter of the Miyamoto family is indeed not what people usually think. ”

"How can someone who can be seen through at a glance have the ability to lead a huge enterprise in a high position."

Midong swayed the wine glass, this was the second time that the rum was refilled, and she drank the previous more than 100 milliliters: "I didn't expect you to notice anything, and even before that last look, I wasn't very sure." But luckily, you seem to be a trustworthy person, am I right? ”

This moment of dialogue is extremely dangerous.

Midon seems to be careless, but she scans her surroundings all the time, making sure that the farthest drinkers are also some distance away. Takuya Tokugawa leaned against the end of the bar, and unless the bartender passed by repeatedly, even the night customers in the corner might not be willing to cast a glance at him.

"Because of the Miyamoto Foundation, it's indeed time for a new person to come to power, this sentence is very rude, but I think Miss Moko, I shouldn't mind, right?"

"Now that you've said it, let's tell me what you think."

Mi Dong looked at the old man with interest.

A descendant of the Tokugawa shogunate, the second son of the eighteenth head of the family, Tokugawa Tsunetaka, and now a senior scientific researcher under the Miyamoto Foundation. An old man with such a background, if he simply touches it with an image that is ignorant of the world, it is too underestimated.

"Chairman Ryuzo is indeed a very ambitious person, but after all, he is very old, and many ideas will inevitably not keep up with the times. Some of the measures you see now are actually more of a rebellion against disobedience...... It's remarkable, but that's it. ”

Professor Tokugawa sipped the second glass of wine and said slowly, "I don't know what the current development of the foundation is, Miss Moko. As someone who has been at ABT for a long time, I can clearly see that there is some inevitable favoritism and neglect of the president's love for the technical field. ”

Midong's expression remained unchanged: "What do you mean ......?"

He thought too much...... for their own good. ”

I only listened to Tokugawa Takuya, who slowly broke the news of the shocking news: "Many people believe that the great development of Miyamoto Pharmaceutical is based on the aid and treatment of Indian refugees. There is no problem with this conclusion, but Miss Mozi knows that the medical technology of the company's medical staff has been in place as early as when they set foot on the land of the South Asian subcontinent, almost surpassing the era of medical technology. ”

Midong's eyes didn't show much thought, she just twisted her ankle unnaturally.

"Treating a lot of people who are suffering from illnesses is really good."

But he heard Tokugawa say this, after all, he had his theme: "Even my hybrid rice project was brought in by him after realizing that farming in mainland India would inevitably be compromised." So Miss Moko, did you notice a problem? ”

“…… Can you tell me? ”

"Your grandfather, trying to expand his influence in India, did not think of the most basic purpose of being a capitalist – to make money. In fact, Miyamoto Pharmaceutical, and even ABT, have almost been operating at a loss over the years. Although he has just obtained huge financing by going public, it is precisely because he has made this part of the consortium's financial income unable to survive in the process of developing new technologies. If we continue to develop like this for a long time......"

"Tesla is a success story, but there is only one Tesla."

Meidong added to the old man: "What's more, before Musk made a profit that year, he lived a hard life of a pure entrepreneur every day, so many years later, Tesla, which had raised so much capital, finally made a stable profit." But he was a man in the prime of life, and my grandfather, my uncle, and even Uncle Longteng were all in their seventies, sixty, and the youngest was almost fifty years old. In case the consortium really can't get out for a long time here......"

"Your grandfather, even if he suffers from a heart attack, if he dies on his own, I'm afraid it will be another five or six years."

Speaking of which, there are enough of them, not to mention that Professor Tokugawa has already drunk three glasses of spirits. He raised his glass to Midong lightly and smiled, "Compared to your family, I am only an outsider, but I sincerely hope that this increasingly severe aging transition can really usher in a young ruler." Miss Moko, no matter what means you plan to use......"

He got up to take his leave, and took one last sip of his wine.

"I, Takuya Tokugawa, am just waiting for the day when I call you 'President Moko.'"

After saying these words, he slapped three Fukuzawa Yukichi on the bar, including Mito's consumption. Then, without saying a word of superfluity, he strode out of the bar.

At this moment, although Midong was still sitting at the bar, she had no intention of continuing to taste the wine.

The long-legged beauty in flesh-colored stockings just sat calmly and elegantly in front of the bar, quietly staring at the black countertop, her slender hair was scattered behind her head, even if she was doing a hairstyle, she also had a natural beauty. This scene attracted the attention of the nearby drinkers, but for a while, no one dared to step forward.

“…… Interesting old man. ”

After a while, Midong whispered, "Showing loyalty to me so bluntly, and not being afraid of being feared, is not the behavior of ordinary businessmen or politicians. And this straightforward communication style is quite similar to the gangster, could it be that this old man, as the second son of a big family, has also had contact with the inner world? ”

Midong was indeed talking to herself, but when she said this, her eyes lit up.

"That's right......"

Her gaze swept around with extreme sharpness, as if she was watching to see if anyone was really spying on her in this late-night bar. Fortunately, this was just a lot of worry, neither from the beginning nor the end, she did not attract the deliberate attention of the surrounding drinkers, at most there was a drunken old man in a flower shirt, and he glanced at her stocking legs a few times.

"In the expansion of the consortium, and even the handling of some hidden matters, it is indeed necessary to rely on the gangsters. I'm here right now, and then the most important thing is ......"

The checkout had already been completed with the help of the old Tokugawa, and Mito picked up her handbag and left here. As she stepped out of the bar, the hour hand pointed to one o'clock in the morning, and she pulled out her phone and dialed it quickly towards a number that she rarely mentioned in recent days.