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Tianjin Jinhai Branch Building is also the base camp of the seawater desalination project.

A desalination project involving hundreds of billions of dollars involves too many forces and areas, and will even affect the water diversion policies of several established countries. As for those who are matched with the desalination project and are trying to get a piece of the soup and eat some of the remaining soup.

There are countless chemical companies. As Zhao Jiadi, an outsider in the game, described it back then, if this whale flicks its tail casually, the waves it sets off can kill several companies with assets of over 100 million yuan. Jinhai, which is riding a tiger and unable to move down, passively dominates many industries.

The trend of the lower end of the chain.

The regular meeting was held as scheduled. The nearly twenty members of the golden generation of Jinhai present were all listening attentively to the report of the leader who presided over the meeting. This small group, which was once praised by the financial circle as a concentration camp for young geniuses in Jinhai, has an average age of only 31 years old. At this moment, they are in

One of them, Huang Ruiyang, would joke that every time he had an internal dinner after overcoming a problem or getting an approval for a part, he said, "I'm sorry to everyone."

Cup. The young leaders of Jinhai who are around 27 or 88 years old will cause the most ferocity. Wang Chunfeng is the youngest man and is relatively unlucky. He is often tricked into a pig head by a group of "uncle" who are above the average.

The youngest woman? She is the one who is currently presiding over the meeting and even the trend of the entire desalination project.

When she calmly said the word "dismissed" again, the golden generation all stood up in unison. There was no applause, no flattery, but only varying degrees of love and admiration in their eyes. The former was mostly hidden well, while the latter was not wasted.

She has no energy to hide, and no one will feel ashamed to worship and fear her.

She was not in a hurry to sort out the documents on her desk, but turned around and looked at the large screen filled with dense graphics and text data. The members of the conference room were used to it. After leaving, they began to go their separate ways to fight in Beijing, a province in the Northeast, and even a province and city in the south.

, as for why, it may be the benefits and sense of accomplishment brought by that grand blueprint, of course, it may also be to win a slight smile from the boss who stayed in the conference room afterwards. Huang Ruiyang, in the eyes of ordinary Jinhai people, he only needs to wait for his nephew Zhao Yange.

The man who was a relative of a high-ranking official and could enjoy the success slowed down, and finally stayed and sat back down. She turned around and saw him sitting upright on the chair. She smiled and asked if there was anything else? Huang Ruiyang stopped talking, she

Waiting quietly, Huang Ruiyang took a few deep breaths, stood up, and said in a deep voice that he wanted to take a day off, and I was going to go to my sister to make it clear.

She said calmly: "We don't agree with each other, but no matter what, siblings are siblings, and there is no need to be too stiff. Of course, I won't hurt my back when I say this, so Mr. Huang can automatically omit it."

Huang Ruiyang smiled softly. Although there was no real comfort, he still felt much more relaxed. This was probably her unique charm.

Such a delicate and charming woman can be so unmoved and steady as a rock in strong winds and waves.

Huang Ruiyang sighed to himself, said goodbye, and left the conference room with firm steps. Maybe the infatuated Wang Chunfeng stood up for her purely because of the tragic lovesickness that was unattainable, but he who is utilitarian first, Huang Ruiyang would not do that.

Simply, what he pursues is the promise of this majestic woman that has never been clearly stated but that everyone strongly desires: Jinhai Industrial will last for up to 30 years, which means that it will become the greatest enterprise in China in your hands.

. Huang Ruiyang may be less ambitious. He will be labeled as a relative in this life and be able to become a general manager, CFO, or even CEO, an executive president just below one person. But this is no longer enough to satisfy Huang Ruiyang's ambition. He wants to become a CEO himself.

The founder of the new empire is more enlightened and grander than Jin Hai, instead of relying on the rewards from Zhao Taizu and his nephew or even his sister to rise to the top and be a puppet for the rest of his life.

Jin Hai changed his mind and the king's flag changed on the city wall. His sister Huang Fangfei could still guarantee to continue living the life of a noble lady, but he was able to truly support the Huang family's flag and establish his own family!

Without the status of a relative, there is no need to speculate on the unpredictable thoughts of Zhao Taizu, who will always rule the world, and there is no need to walk on thin ice in front of him. Of course, there is no need to be subject to the yin and yang of the old Buddha of the Zhao family.

Standing alone in the conference room, she was far more confident than Zhao Taizu, and the most important thing was that she still had enough strength and potential.

Inside, she looked away from the screen, sat on a chair, spinning the pen, dazzled. She knew Huang Ruiyang's ambitions, just like she knew the ideals and dreams of every golden generation in Jinhai. There was a knock on the door, and it was a man who had followed Zhao Taizu for ten years.

A confidant and bodyguard for many years, he was carrying a special fast food from the internal cafeteria in his hand. Most company members did not have this blessing. Everyone in the company knew that she had a mysophobia and was particularly concerned about her diet. It was no surprise to others. After she took it, she buried her head in it.

Eat slowly and carefully.

Standing respectfully aside, he said softly: "Miss, do you really not want to go and take a look at the ancestral home in Jilin?"

She shook her head.

He didn't talk much anymore.

After finishing her meal, she raised her head and asked, "Can the dead soldiers from my hometown still be used?"

He nodded and said: "Yes, they are all people who have received great favor from their ancestors and masters. They are loyal."

She hummed, "Wang Houde has pretty much contacted Cao Xingcheng and the old Jin Hai. In a few days, we can go to Zhongjing Building."

He sighed in his heart, but he just kept it in his heart.

Go back a few days.

On the first day of the first lunar month, they met secretly at a private club in Harbin. They gathered the top figures of the three circles of black and white. Nalan Changsheng, who opened a small restaurant outside Harbin Institute of Technology under the pseudonym Chang Sheng, was really killed when the illegitimate son of a certain family died.

The Sixth Prince Chen Hongxiong, the best professional manager in the country Wang Houde who is known as the "Stone Buddha", Fu Fang who is the only remaining roly-poly among the first generation elders of Jinhai, Wei Jinghai who is the leader of the second generation, and the last one who truly controls the overall situation.

, but she is a young woman. She entered the Zhao family mansion at a young age and became the appointed child bride. As a child, she took Zhao Jiadi's place and sat on the small bench at the board meeting, witnessing intellectual competitions that were silent and thunderous.

He officially entered Jinhai Industrial at the age of 16, and then successfully became the assistant to the president. At the age of 20, he took charge of Jinhai Industrial's desperate seawater desalination project while the outside world was stunned. His hidden power was so huge that it was unimaginable. Senior people in the capital circle and financial commentators felt that

Zhao Taizu was so distraught that despite countless doubts and cold stares, the turbulent project was progressing at a rapid pace. Around her, almost all the elites of the golden generation of Jinhai Industry gathered, but she was the only one who followed her lead. She was Qi Dongcao.

Nalan Changsheng, or rather Prince Nalan, exceeded the expectations of Wang Houde and other Jinhai big guys. He did not speak loudly at the negotiation table and agreed to most of the conditions. Most of the time, this Confucian scholar in Mao suit was just following Qi Qi.

The conversation was about family affairs, with mostly off-topic topics. In a few cases, Chen Hongxiong came forward to discuss and discuss. Overall, it was a harmonious conversation. This made Wang Houde, who had experienced countless difficult and protracted battles, smile bitterly in his heart. He only hoped that it would not be a blank check.

It was a despicable trick to lure the king into a trap, but he had also heard more or less about Prince Nalan's reputation and deeds. Even the big bosses who lost in the struggle were convinced. There was also a strange thing, it seemed that he had nothing to do with Prince Nalan.

Those who shake the big tree, and even those heroes who are struggling to the death, few of the poor people who are truly devastated, at least have a good death. This is the opposite extreme from Zhao Taizu, whose opponents are those who jump from buildings, those who take medicine,

There are countless people who even swallowed guns. The upcoming "Collapse of the Gray Empire", which Wang Houde single-handedly planned, only lists a small part, but I believe it is enough to make outsiders shocked and shocked by Zhao Taizu's brutal methods. This will

The meeting that will guide the future direction of Jinhai, a commercial aircraft carrier, only lasted an hour. Apart from Prince Nalan’s irrelevant and humorous remarks, it actually took no more than forty minutes. It was concise, smooth and relaxed. The meeting between Wang Houde and Fu Fang

The "rivals" who had been singing duet for many years took a break and looked at each other with a smile. There was helplessness and surprise, but the most was ecstasy and expectation. Prince Nalan asked Chen Hongxiong the time, got up and said that he was going to Harbin Institute of Technology to attend classes.

Wasting everyone's precious time. He left as soon as he could. Without Prince Nalan, who came and left in a hurry, the atmosphere in the conference room became a little stiffer. In their negotiations today, there were no paper documents, no pens, and even their own mobile phones.

With a tacit understanding, Qi Dongcao sat across from Chen Hongxiong at the other end of the negotiation table, closing her eyes and pondering the details, as quiet as Qiulan.

Outside the conference room, Prince Nalan saw the silent and muscular man standing at the door with his hands tied. He stopped and said with a smile: "Qi Wufu's unnamed disciple, Chen Shifang?"

The handsome man nodded and remained silent.

Prince Nalan smiled even deeper and said, "I heard that you assassinated Zhao Xin many times back then?"

Chen Shifang grinned, but did not smile. He stared straight at this prince from the Northeast who could make people rise to great heights and make people fall as low as dogs. "I hope you won't give me this chance. In terms of force, you are inferior to Zhao Taizu."

Far."

Nalan Changsheng was not angry. He had experienced ups and downs in his life, but Tao Hui had become a half-god and half-immortal in his cultivation. So why not have his martial arts value close to zero? He smiled softly, turned around and walked away, saying to himself, "The Qi family in the Northeast

, what a big tree. There were several Mr. Qiao and his ilk who looked down on the tree and it fell down. I remember when I was young, Dongcao’s grandfather made a knot in my throat.

The lost dog ran from the Northeast to Guangdong, and then was driven from Guangdong to Yunnan. He never wanted to fight with Zhao Xin for decades. They only joined forces once and knocked down this big tree with branches and leaves covering the entire three Northeastern provinces. But it was okay.

Even if the roots of the fallen tree are still there, there will always be a leader of the Qi family who will return to his roots and become the master of the resurgence. Fighting the tiger and welcoming the phoenix, this kind of world is an interesting world."

Chen Shifang sneered and said nothing.

In the conference room, Qi Dongcao was also sneering, because Chen Hongxiong, who was known as the Sixth Prince, smiled and asked if he could talk alone. She simply signaled Wang Houde and the three Jinhai bosses to leave the room. Chen Hongxiong stretched himself, as if he was not used to it.

In the scene of the eight classics of Tai Zheng'er, he lay lazily on the chair, put his feet on the table, stretched out his thumbs and said with a smile, Hey, sister Dongcao, I heard that you have been the child bride-in-law of the Zhao family for sixteen or seventeen years, so you are so desperate?

Amazing! Qi Dongcao did not comment on this comment, with an elegant expression. Chen Hongxiong patted his head, removed his feet, went to the water dispenser to get two paper cups, holding a glass of water in one hand, and walked towards Qi Dongcao, this interesting girl who even he almost fell in love with at first sight.

, if the family had not made a political marriage arrangement that could not be refused, he would have wanted to marry the new head of the Qi family back in a big sedan chair. Chen Hongxiong, who was carefree, walked up to Qi Dongcao, smiled charmingly, and handed a teacup to her

, a harmless little gesture of courtesy, mainly hoping to take the opportunity to take a closer look, and said casually that in Shanghai, I had seen Zhao Jiadi, and he was not as handsome as me. His strength was not worth it, and he couldn't beat my men. He had a pretty good head.

Yes, it's a pity that I was born at the wrong time. Sister Dongcao, why don't you consider me? As long as you give me a chance, you will understand that the rich second generation Zhao Jiadi, the business wizard Wang Chunfeng, and the self-made Xu Zhenhong are all scum.

Qi Dongcao stood up slowly, but not to pick up the cup of tea.

Chen Hongxiong, who wore a unique braid, had wide eyes and a gloomy handsome face.

The side of the dignified Chen Dandy's cheek was against a strange-shaped knife, and a trace of scarlet blood slid down his cheek. The charming knife was less than ten centimeters long, but no one dared to question its sharpness. Chen Hongxiong squinted and made countless

The woman's crazy fox eyes said in a cold voice: "I underestimate you, Qi Dongcao, you can actually play with the butterfly knife, and you can play it so smoothly."

Qi Dongcao, whose eyes were calm, increased his strength and the blood stains became thicker.

Chen Hongxiong still held up the two teacups, and finally began to tremble slightly, but his body remained motionless. The fox-faced young women and young ladies from good families in Beijing and Tianjin circles who wanted to touch him with their mouths were like crucian carp crossing the river. Those who dared to use a knife were the only ones in front of them.

This woman named Qi! If he were not a layman who happened to know a little bit about butterfly knives, he might think that a big man would not be able to subdue a powerless beauty. But Chen Hongxiong did not dare to take risks. He really did not dare.

There was nothing jerky about her knife skills. She was definitely a ruthless character that she had played for many years. Chen Hongxiong even found sadly that this butterfly knife was not only beautiful, but also as extreme as its owner. The blade was made of high-elastic stainless steel. This was not surprising.

, but the strange thing is that the hardness of this custom butterfly knife is definitely over 60, and it is so thin that it is abnormally fragile. According to common sense, low-hardness steel is easy to polish, but it dulls quickly. High-end butterfly knives all choose high hardness.

, optimal between 58 and 60, not too brittle, but sharp enough, because the birthplace of the butterfly knife does not need it to pierce the body armor, but it can be a dangerous "toy" that paints flowers on his face.

He completely ignores whether the knife is brittle and pursues sharpness, which is nothing but sharpness. If they were not face to face like this, if Chen Hongxiong could appreciate this gold powder butterfly knife named "Black Mandala" with his own hands, he would be even more surprised that it transcends

Imagine the precision forging and tempering process.

Qi Dongcao stopped her hand and put away her knife.
Chapter completed!