At the same time, in Hengcheng thousands of miles away, a skyscraper and a tenth floor office.

A young woman, standing in front of the vast bulletproof glass, looked into the direction of Xiamen.

She tied her hair and looked delicate. She was wearing a Chanel suit, making her beautiful legs straight and slender.

There was also an unconcealed strength and indescribable force on her face.

The hall behind her was a team of thirty people, each with two computers and two mobile phones, so busy that they couldn't get started.

Soon, the door was knocked and a fat man walked in:

"Miss Ling, the two billion US dollars have been bet."

"The three hundred large and small places that have been scattered abroad are still within the range of losses they can bear."

"If we lose this battle, Ling's capital chain will be broken because we mortgaged all our cash and equity."

The fat man reminded the woman: "Ling Group will not be able to recover in three or five years, let alone become the leader of Hengcheng."

Ling Anxiu smiled faintly: "What if Xia Kunlun wins?"

The fat man squeezed out: "If we deduct the handling fee, we can get 50 billion US dollars, and the Ling Group soared into the sky."

"Five hundred billion US dollars!"

Ling Anxiu looked out the window and saw a unique tenderness emerged:
Chapter completed!