"Bell!" As the stock market hammered down, flower ribbons flew and the crowd cheered in unison.

Zhaomin Culture was listed on Planet Irim with a market value of up to 8 billion star dollars, and doubled within 30 minutes, becoming the first hot stock listed in five years! This is not only the victory of Zhaomin Cultural Enterprise, but also the victory of all the staff involved in the listing and issuance!

Zhao Min, who owns half of the shares, holds a glass of red wine, is surrounded by the crowd with a smile, and stands on the high platform in the dark blue center looking down on all beings. At this moment, Zhao Min is graceful and high, like a queen who has worn a jewel crown and has reigned in the world since then!

The overall style of Planet Irium is that it smells of copper! But there's no doubt that this is the craziest place for money flow in the galaxy! It is the ideal country for all gamblers, speculators, and dreamers! The stock market here will definitely not have such restrictions as T+1, price limit, and restricted shares. Because what Ilim pursues is the freest and most unfettered crazy finance!

One second to heaven, the other to hell, here has become a matter of course! Even if you lose all your money, Ilim will offer you the ultimate option - Genting Tower. Turn left to become a slave and turn right to jump off a building for free......

Forty minutes later, Zhao Min was escorted by the greenskin guards to leave the Deep Blue Center amid the cheers of everyone, and took a transfer amount of up to 6 billion star yuan! At this moment, the controlling stake of Zhaomin Culture, whose stock price has stabilized slightly, has changed hands four times, and the shareholding structure is so complex that it takes five analysts a week to sort it out.

Just when Zhao Min was standing on the high platform, attracting attention on the bright side with the posture of a queen. Secretly. Hakurei Reimu acted on his behalf, and after several short and intense negotiations, the Dawn finally cashed out completely.

Zhaomin culture. Since then, there has been no connection with the Dawn.

"8.5 billion star dollars! Wow~! Get rich! As if she was wrapped in money, Xiao Lingmeng was intoxicated by countless star symbols, and she circled around herself. 8.5 billion star dollars, which is about the cost of two or three dreadnoughts. If you only talk about market value, there are countless companies that may be able to crush Zhaomin culture! Among the top ten major military enterprises, the smallest ones are hundreds of billions of star dollars. But it is not so simple to cash out 8.5 billion star dollars. It's one of the biggest deals of the year in the entire galaxy!

At the peak of Cerberus, the net income of a year was only one or two billion star dollars. And now this qiē is backed by Zhao Min, Lu Yuan, and Lingmeng with the Dawn. In less than a year!

However, the market value of Zhaomin Culture is far more than that, if you pursue the maximization of money, then it is possible to cash out 120, or even 15 billion. But Zhao Min chose to trade with the Waller people - we all know the characteristics of the Waller people. Greedy for money and selling the Turks - although the Turks are their titular bosses. But that didn't stop them from selling the Turks' enthusiasm.

Therefore, the final offer is "6 billion star dollars + a full set of battleship information of the Turks (including frigates, cruisers, dreadnoughts, aircraft carriers and even special ships before 2160)". Coupled with the previous dilution of shares and the dividends, liquidity, etc., which have been operating for most of the year, there are about 2.5 billion star dollars......

"As long as we survive tonight, tomorrow we will leave Ilim with 8.5 billion star dollars and our warship information!" Zhao Min was wearing pure black armor, and the alloy clothes fit on her body, accurately outlining her exquisite curves. Zhao Min held a "Locust" submachine gun in his left hand. This is a version that has been modified with a thermal rod magazine, and the double magazine can provide a full sixty rounds of fire.

"This time, let the Waller people steal chickens and rice!" Zhao Min opened the "wizard" universal tool, and a blue holographic glove and alloy long sword appeared on Zhao Min's right hand.

Ilim, who is extremely free in finance and trade, has a very bureaucratic and rigid rule that large outflows of money cannot be carried out at night. However, all listing operations open at dusk and reach the peak of the high/tide at midnight. So, this rule becomes interesting...... The bigwigs of Ilim called it "the last chance to redeem." "Everyone knows that this is the time to do whatever it takes!

From here, you can know what the Waller people are up to. Zhao Min is the most delicious snack on the planet Ilim tonight, the knives and forks that countless people have prepared, and some people have extended an olive branch to Zhao Min. But Zhao Min doesn't care - it's just a clown jumping beam, a local chicken and a dog!

"I'm here to help, too", Reimu, who is also dressed in red and white armor, holding a strange royal coin. Although she is about to go to battle, it seems that her dress style is still in the form of a shrine girl with her armpits exposed. But looking at the tangled arc on the royal coin, it doesn't seem to be so easy to get along with.

The two live on the top floor of the Zhaomin Building. Outside, the sound of explosions and gunfire was close at hand.

*****

Randolph, a 7th level citizen of the Turkic Empire (27 out of all, 2nd grade for recruits), 1st class non-commissioned officer of the Ilim Special Forces, is 29 years and 11 months old - only one month left before he officially retires from the army and returns to his hometown to find a girl to marry.

He stood behind the pillar, gesturing silently with his left hand, and his eighty or so brothers spread out towards the wings. Although there are more advanced means of communication, in the military thinking of the Turks, any communication is likely to be intercepted and interfered with. Because while the Turui are military powers, they have never been the most technologically advanced race in the galaxy.

So most of the time, they prefer to believe in sign language.

More than a dozen Turks began attacking from the front, firing at each other with assault rifles and grenades. After a few rounds, just as expected - the green-skinned warriors on the opposite side began to get into their hands - they began to shoot back and rush forward excitedly! This is falling into Randolph's trap.

From the previous battles, he found that although this kind of green-skinned warrior is extremely enthusiastic about fighting, he is not afraid of death. But there was a lack of discipline, and there was no unified command, and the military quality was very inferior. When the turian warriors, outflanked from the flanks and rear, raised their guns, the result was already sealed!

The green-skinned warriors who charged forward, after being exposed to the muzzle of their guns, were quickly exploited by their shields, and then were immediately knocked down by the crossed lines of fire in the way of the charge. Their large-caliber shotguns failed to inflict any casualties on the attackers.

"Very brave warrior!" When the floor was cleared, Randolph crouched down in front of a killed greenskinned warrior. He flicked the armor the man was wearing—the armor torn by the projectile turned outward, green blood flowing. Hundreds of layers of fabric, thin sheets of metal in the interlayer, and anti-burn coatings can be seen in the fractures of the armor, which even surpasses the equipment of the Turkian soldiers.

This is not a good sign......

"Watch out for corpses! Replace the gun now! There may be ...... unkilled" He was already late, and the lying "corpse" suddenly moved and reached out a large hand to grab his ankle.

“Yoo，buddy！” Greenskin grinned with a bloody mouth. Randolph watched as Greenskin ripped open a tube pinned to his ass......

Immediately, seven or eight explosions sounded one after another, and the overwhelming flames swept across the entire second floor!

……

"Is anyone alive?! Answer me! Anyone?! Randolph shouted loudly in the communication channel, but could not hear any answer...... He weakly dropped the scrapped shield in his hand, which had saved his life just now. Then he began to crawl to the side, leaving a dark brown trail of blood on the ground he passed.

"I can't die...... Those damn Waller fats, I'm going to kill them first! Randolph muttered, sobering himself up. When he found out what the Waller people had "again" lost, he almost pulled out and shot the damn Waller fat man! God knows what that information, including the part of the support given to the Wallers under Protocol 2167, and some of their own, knows for ...... That's the information of the Touareg Empire's proudest, battleships!

Even though he couldn't hold back and didn't shoot, the disgusting fat man was still chattering, "The information doesn't matter, you must get my money back!" That's an order! ”

"Sir......" Finally, the voice of his companion appeared in the channel, which made Randolph breathe a sigh of relief. He activated all the medical capsules with all his might, and when the gum had closed the wound, he leaned against the pillar and gasped, waiting for the wound in his leg to be paralyzed and the bleeding stopped—he had lost a leg in the explosion just now. Randolph allowed himself to concentrate as much as he could, to count the number of respondents, and not to think about the leg that had left......

The explosion just now completely changed his opinion of those green-skinned warriors. Respecting the opponent and respecting the enemy is the tradition of the Turks. Because it wasn't an explosion, but countless sounds connected together, covering almost the entire second floor! Both living and dead green-skinned warriors are actually strapped to bombs...... No wonder it is said on the planet Irium that the green-skinned guards around the queen are extremely terrifying......

"It's my fault, I underestimated the enemy." Randolph said in the channel. After the explosion, there were less than twenty people left in the more than eighty Turk commandos, and most of them were seriously injured, just like him. "Now, we need support ......"

"I'm sorry!" Just as he thought so, with a whispered voice, a thin blade pierced through his armor from behind him and came out of his throat.

Countless black shadows emerged from the shadows, and his subordinates, no matter where they were, were quietly killed at the first time! Randolph, though he was pierced through his throat, died without leaving the person. As he lay dying, he saw that the men were dressed in armor similar to that of humans, but all of them were slim and seemed to be all women......

"Ah...... Sha ...... Liz ...... "These were Randolph's last words in the world.

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PS: Today. (To be continued......)