Lin Meiheng said, "I also thought about it, but now we have to start again and engage in agricultural processing, where to get so much money, we have no experience, not to mention that there are already so many leading enterprises,"

Tang Hao shook his head and suddenly asked, "Do you know the Black Warrior, One Hundred and Fifty?" ”

Lin Meiheng shook her head, her big eyes full of doubts.

"In the field of capital, there are two kinds of hunters, one is to snipe at those high-quality enterprises with development potential in the capital market, and after getting them, they will disassemble their assets and sell them to earn the greatest profits. The other is to bring those garbage enterprises that are on the verge of bankruptcy and poor management back to life through capital and management means such as restructuring and innovation, and re-grow them into high-quality enterprises, like doctors who cure diseases and save people, such as white knights. Tang Hao said, "To use an inappropriate analogy, they seem to be picking up rags, the black warriors will steal other people's good things, split and sell them for money, and earn a high price, while the white warriors will pick up garbage, integrate and renovate, and sell it at a high price." ”

"Does this have anything to do with us?" Lin Meiheng asked, with a hint of doubt in her big eyes, but more of a worship, the man in front of her was no longer the shy and simple silly boy in the countryside at the beginning.

Tang Hao smiled, "We can go this way, but we don't make this money, I have already researched, in the third-tier cities, especially at the county level and below, there are many agricultural and sideline product processing enterprises, grain and oil factories, vermicelli factories, juice factories, etc., good we can buy at a high price, and we can manage innovation with poor hands, through such a way, rapid transformation, we can have 60% of the assets running well, and we can integrate into a large group ......in the future."

"This ...... It seems to be a way," Lin Meiheng said.

"It's the fastest and most convenient way," Tang Hao said with a smile, "On the side of Meida Group, you can let Su Meiyun take care of it more, you take out your energy, start sweeping the floor and buying a factory as soon as possible, and I will accompany you." ”

Lin Meiheng nodded, seemed to be thinking for a long time, and suddenly said: "I feel sorry for you, in fact, it is your operation to be the president again, and the future development of the company also depends on you, but my mother and they still think it is ......."

"We are husband and wife," Tang Hao hugged her shoulders, the skin that had been bathed was soft and smooth, and Tang Hao's heart couldn't help but wave.

"Is it cold at night?" Lin Meiheng suddenly asked.

"This day, how can it be cold ......" Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao couldn't wait to slap himself hard, glanced at Lin Meiheng's pink bed, and swallowed helplessly.

"Okay, then ......" Lin Meiheng stopped talking.

"Uh...... Then you go to bed early," Tang Hao had no choice but to leave the house unwillingly.

The door was not closed, Tang Hao, who was lying on the sofa, saw Lin Meiheng standing by the bed through the crack in the door, took off her suspender pajamas, and her heartbeat accelerated sharply......

The silky and slippery feeling seemed to be still on the fingertips, Tang Hao couldn't help but sniff, and the sweet fragrance on Lin Meiheng's body. Don't worry, don't worry, from the stupid boy in the countryside at the beginning, now I can be by her side all the time, it's happy enough......

The island nation of Sumer.

It's a small country near the Mediterranean Sea, with a warm sea breeze and a pleasant view. Although the island country is small, it has become a paradise for the rich because it can register companies anonymously and evade taxes openly.

Leisure plaza in the city center. At the open-air coffee table, a man is holding a newspaper, but his eyes are glancing at the street in the distance.

A short time later, a somewhat deprived man walked out of a five-story office building. He is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and at first glance he is a high-ranking person who pays attention to life, and here, he is mostly the kind of gold collar who specializes in taking care of the accounts of the rich.

The man put down the newspaper, placed the five dollars on the table, and left quickly and silently.

Xie Dingnan first went to a restaurant not far from the street, where he ate a sandwich and drank a glass of gin, and soon came out again. He was much more cautious, got into a taxi, and walked around twice before arriving at a house on another block.

The newspaper man leaned against the corner of the street, smoked a cigarette comfortably, and then went to the door, looked at no one around, took out a card, and opened the door with a few "Didi" sounds.

It was an apartment, there was no one around, and the sound of a TV came from the bedroom.

There was an old movie "Cleopatra" on the TV. Xie Dingnan was sitting on the edge of the bed, without pants, with a head with long blond hair, hidden up and down from time to time.

Perhaps seeing Cleopatra massage, Xie Dingnan let out a low roar.

At this time, the newspaper man was already holding a mountain dog leg in his hand, which was not bright, but flashed with a gloomy cold light, telling you how much blood it had drunk.

"%Saint!!" Xie Dingnan let out a low roar, but his neck was clamped.

The newspaper man whispered in his ear, and the blade lightly brushed his neck, and jumped away randomly.

Xie Dingnan's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Cleopatra on TV, leaning slightly, a canopy of blood sprayed out.

Before the blonde woman kneeling on the ground could shout, she had already been dragged over by the newspaper man.

The woman is at a young age, not at all, she is constantly trembling because of fear, and her figure is very good.

"Fakmi ......," the girl begged, willing to do anything. The newspaper man showed a hint of a smile, a cold light flashed, and turned to leave......

The scenery outside is pleasant, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and when the door is closed, no one knows what happened this afternoon.

The newspaper man dialed the phone.

"There's a new mission, two million dollars." On the phone, a female voice said.

"You don't care if you miss the mission?" The newspaper man laughed.

"If you missed, can you still call me like that?" The female voice doesn't seem to have any emotion, but it has an indescribable charm.

“…… Back to China? Come on, I won't take 20 million," the newspaper man said in a low voice, "Don't say you don't know, there, an aunt in the neighborhood committee can make me make a mistake, really make a difference, I will take care of politics, I can't run within five kilometers......"

"Look, this is inertial thinking, a low-level thinking mode," the female voice said, "This time I went to make you a hero......"

Huaguo.

As soon as Tang Hao entered the door with breakfast, he saw his mother-in-law Li Qianbi and Lin Meiheng sitting on the sofa muttering something. Seeing him come in, Li Qianbi "snorted", got up and went back to the house in her little shirt.

Li Qianbi's prejudice against Tang Hao is the same as ever, and even more. Although the daughter became the president again, but she was made by this Tang Hao, and the appearance of those wealthy presidents on TV is completely incomparable, everyone is a high-ranking official, a luxury car and a mansion, every day is a bright light, talking about business, and engaging in ambiguity, now it's good, follow him to the countryside every day, like a second-class dealer, how can there be a little bit of president, the company is also messed up, and what kind of transformation, phew!

Lin Meiheng looked at Tang Hao and said with some embarrassment: "My mother...... Let me go back to my parents' house with her......"

Tang Hao didn't make a sound, he made an appointment today, and met with the boss of Yifeng Grain and Oil Factory to discuss the acquisition, Yifeng Grain and Oil Factory is not small, the most important thing is that its behind-the-scenes boss has a lot of industries, and he is a busy person, so it is easy to make an appointment, what kind of name is this mother-in-law doing.

"What should I do, my mother said that my grandfather must see me again......" Lin Meiheng was very embarrassed.

What else can Tang Hao say, Lin Meiheng is obviously difficult to refuse his mother.

Maple Grove Villas.

This is a high-end residential area in the new town. Mr. Wang, the behind-the-scenes boss of Yifeng, lives here.

The tall and handsome security guard led Tang Hao to the gate of Villa No. 7 and turned around respectfully to leave.

This is Mr. Wang's home. There was silence in the courtyard, and there was not a single figure in sight. Tang Hao rang the doorbell on the gate, but before it rang twice, the door opened with a "click".

Tang Hao walked in slowly, looking around.

What is a little surprising is that there is not a single figure in the huge villa.

All the way into the living room, it was still silent. This Mr. Wang is indeed low-key enough.

But at this moment, Tang Hao suddenly had a spirit, and he smelled a bloody breath!

That's right, after a few years of bloody storms at the border, his instincts will not be wrong!

He took two quick steps, and at that moment, there was a sudden sound in the living room.

Tang Hao ran a few steps and rushed into the living room, only to see a recliner overturned to the ground, a white fat old man in pajamas fell to the ground, and a black shadow flashed and rushed out of the back door.

"Stop!" Tang Hao shouted angrily, and hurried to chase after him, the living room was inside, the corridor was empty, and the black shadow seemed to be a phantom, and it had long since disappeared.

Tang Hao was startled, turned around and rushed back to the living room.

On the thick carpet, a line of blood-colored footprints has been printed, which is Tang Hao's. The one who fell to the ground was a chubby old man, although the pajamas on his body were not new, but from the appearance and temperament of the old man, it could be seen that he should be the owner of this villa, a master who is by no means an ordinary person.

The old man had long since lost his life, and the blood flowed from under the old man's body, which had turned dark red, and had been hanging for a while.

The phone next to him, the microphone was hanging, and the "beep" sounded busy, Tang Hao glanced at it, and the number 110 was displayed on the screen.

Tang Hao was excited, calmed down instantly, glanced around, there was no trace of chaos in the room, he took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the old man's face, then took off his shoes, wiped the shoe prints, carried them with his hands, and quickly ran out of the room like a cat.

There was silence outside the villa, Tang Hao secretly said that he was lucky, and was about to turn around and run away, when he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind: "It's him, it's that guy!" ”

The security guard, leading a group of people, rushed out of nowhere, pointed at Tang Hao, and chased after him.

A shrill siren had already sounded in the distance, where else could Tang Hao think, with a slight groan, he ran away......

An ocean-going cargo ship, big enough and broken enough, is sailing in embarrassment on the black sea.

The bottom of the cargo ship, in a hidden corner. Dozens of people of different colors huddled there, men and women, all young and middle-aged, one by one with their heads down, listless, silent, except for the two people in the southeast corner, who did not have this frustration.

It was a young man and a woman, the man was covering his head and covering his mask, revealing only a pair of slightly squinted eyes. The woman is dressed in gray clothes, stuck with a hat, leaning on the man, the neutral dress is not carefully looked at and I think it is a kid, but the occasional stretched waist makes the slender body curve flash, and after a closer look, I see that it turned out to be a beautiful young woman.

"It's time to be on the high seas, right?" The woman whispered.

The man nodded, and raised his hand to stroke a strand of the woman's scattered hair into his hat.

"You really shouldn't have come," the man whispered. He is none other than Tang Hao, who is on the run.