"Xiaoqiang, your vegetables will be exempted from Holilai's distribution tax in the future," said Zhong Ping on that day, calling Wang Xiaoqiang to Holilai's office in Los Angeles. He said to him seriously.

"Sister Ping, how can this work? You won't lose money in this way..."

"Sister, why did you lose? Holilai has made a profit now," Zhong Ping stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with beautiful eyes and said with gratitude... "Xiaoqiang, if it weren't for you, how could Holilai turn a loss into a win in two months?"

Wang Xiaoqiang dared not deny it. Indeed, Holilai Supermarket can gain a foothold in an international metropolis like Los Angeles. Thanks to the vegetables on his farm, when the vegetables were first put on the shelves, Wang Xiaoqiang deliberately kept the price of vegetables very low. Both the farm and he personally made great sacrifices, so Zhong Ping had to make compensation.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang felt that Holilai was also a big help, because his goal was to promote his own vegetables to the whole of the United States, which required a good sales point and a suitable platform. Holilai was the platform he needed.

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and said to Zhong Ping, "Thank you, Sister Ping, then I'm not polite, but I hope Sister Ping can drive Holi all over the United States..."

"Ha, Xiaoqiang, you are too proud of me. I don't have that much financial resources. These three Holilai supermarkets have used most of my free assets. If you open it again, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for two years before talking about it..." Zhong Ping came over from behind the desk, walked to Wang Xiaoqiang, and rubbed his hair.

"Sister Ping, I will sponsor you..." Wang Xiaoqiang said decisively and firmly. At the same time, his hands pressed on Zhong Ping's buttocks wrapped in his professional skirt.

"Uh, Xiaoqiang, is it true?" Zhong Ping's voice trembled a little.

"Really!" With Wang Xiaoqiang's hands, Zhong Ping fell into his arms.

Just as Wang Xiaoqiang and Zhong Ping were in close negotiations on the strategic direction of the future, in a relatively remote villa on the hill in the suburbs of Los Angeles, Bordeaux farmer Bordeaux handed a photo of Wang Xiaoqiang into the hands of a man wearing a top hat. "Mr. Lien, help me get rid of this person..."

The man wearing a top hat took the photo and put it on the table to take a closer look. Then he said decisively, "Thirty million US dollars, no bargaining."

"Shh...what year is this the price? Is it going to be fifty years later? It's not the first time I've worked together. Can you still bully the old customer..."

"Yes, it's not the first time I've worked together, why don't you understand the rules here?..." Ryan sneered... "People's value varies, and the difficulty of assassination varies greatly. So the price is naturally different. Wang Xiaoqiang is expensive. He has a deep friendship with Andri. If the matter is exposed, our Rose Organization will have no place to stand in the United States, Italy, and Australia... Mr. Andri, you should be familiar with..."

Upon hearing this, Bordeaux was silent for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly, "Okay, money is fine."

"Okay, I like people like you who are so cheerful. You need to pay half the deposit before you start..."

"No problem." Bordeaux said a little annoyed. "I hope you can send the best people there, otherwise you will be shocked and things will not be done like that..."

"Don't worry. Our Rose Organization has never missed his actions... Besides, if this person failed to assassinate, it would be a disaster for our entire organization..." Ryan said. He glanced at Bordeaux with interest...

"Actually, although this Chinese is doing a big business and is very famous, as far as I know, he never has any defenses, so Mr. Bordeaux, don't worry, just one bullet can help you solve the shackles in your business..."

Without Bordeaux's words, Ryan could see Bordeaux's mind. Studying some influential powerful, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities is a must-have course for a killer organization.

Bordeaux was relieved when he heard this. Wang Xiaoqiang had no deep hatred with him, but it made him feel more uncomfortable than the thorn in his eyes. Who doesn’t know that Bordeaux farm is the largest farm in the western United States? Before Wang Xiaoqiang became rich, his Bordeaux farm has been developing steadily and profitably. But since Wang Xiaoqiang’s vegetables gradually occupied the market, the vegetables produced by his Bordeaux farm have gradually been unable to be sold. Take the Allen Hotel for example. His vegetables were used before, but suddenly, they were all rejected on the grounds of poor quality. However, the supply of a hotel is still limited and not enough to affect the overall situation. However, Wang Xiaoqiang’s vegetables continue to increase and continue to erode the limited market, resulting in the Bordeaux farm, which mainly produces vegetable production, gradually interrupted and narrowed...

This is the fierce battle in the mall. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is no complaint at all, but who would like to watch his industry gradually wither?

Bordeaux thought of assassination, this despicable and despicable figure, was not the first time he used it. He had looked for the Rose Organization before and assassinated a competitor. The matter was done simply and smoothly, which made him very satisfied and relieved. So this time, he found the Rose Organization again.

When Zhong Ping put on a professional suit, she would show a sense of elegance and luxury, and a high-ranking temperament, which would make people feel an inaccessible coldness and a majesty that would not dare to desecrate. However, at this moment, this beautiful lady with temperament had a messy temple in Wang Xiaoqiang's arms, her face was flushed, and her white and tender hands were as white as a virgin, and she resisted half-pushed and half-pressed. The claws that invaded her and her body. "Okay, my sister promised you to keep opening the supermarket, but now you should go back, my sister is going to work..."

"Hey, Sister Ping, you see, there is no one in this office, otherwise, we...hehe..." Wang Xiaoqiang smiled wickedly.

"Go away, it's necrotic, little color embryo, hurry up and get out..." Zhong Ping pushed Wang Xiaoqiang away.

"Okay, Sister Ping, I won't disturb your work..." Wang Xiaoqiang stood up and turned around and wanted to leave.

When he reached the door, Zhong Ping called him again, and said shyly, "Xiaoqiang, evening, sister, please go to your place..."

"Well, okay Sister Ping, but Sister Ping, your professional outfit is so beautiful. I hope you don't change your clothes after get off work today..." Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze stared at the professional outfit again.

"Well, sister promised you..." Zhong Ping gave Wang Xiaoqiang a charming look.

At night, Zhong Ping came in a professional outfit, but her hair was wet, obviously she had just washed it, and she was carrying a large box in her hand.

Looking at Zhong Ping's plump legs under her skirt and walking towards herself, Wang Xiaoqiang stared at it hard.

"You are not allowed to look at me like this?" Zhong Ping held up the brocade box in her hand and gently smacked Wang Xiaoqiang's head.

Wang Xiaoqiang reached out to take the box and glanced at it, "Hey, Sister Ping, what's this..."

Before he finished speaking, the eight spiritual springs in his body moved together, emitting a strong force of sucking. At the same time, the box in his hand also vibrated violently.

Wang Xiaoqiang quickly pressed his hands tightly on his legs before controlling it.

"It's written on it, are you illiterate..."

"Sister Ping, this wild ginseng... is for me..." Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself, no matter whether it was for me or not, he would finally get it from my stomach. Well, it should be said that it was in Lingquan's stomach.

"I bought this ginseng for the old man, but the old man is in good health now and cannot get it in, so I will take it out for you to replenish your body..."

I don’t know how big or how many years the wild ginseng in the box is, or how many years it is. Wang Xiaoqiang felt that the eight spiritual springs were sucking like water pumps, but they still hadn’t finished sucking them at this time. In order not to let Zhong Ping find out his abnormality, Wang Xiaoqiang still pressed the ginseng box tightly and said, “Sister Ping is really concerned, but Sister Ping, you are not afraid of replenishing me too much and unable to control yourself…”

As he said that, Wang Xiaoqiang stared at Zhong Ping with a lustful look.

"Go, I'm not in a good state again, right?" Zhong Ping angrily and gently patted Wang Xiaoqiang's head.

At this time, the ginseng box stopped moving, but the eight spiritual springs in the body did not become honest. They were like people who were overeating, constantly moving, expanding and contracting...

"Hey, is that box a beautiful woman? Let you keep holding it like this..." Zhong Ping couldn't help but complain when she saw Wang Xiaoqiang holding the ginseng box to death and ignored her.

"Sorry, Sister Ping, I'm so happy to give me something. So, Sister Ping, sit down and I'll put this wild ginseng in..." Wang Xiaoqiang said, then got up and took the wild ginseng to the study. When he opened it, he found that there were only a pile of wild ginseng slags inside. Unlike before, the amount of this pile of ginseng was very large. You can tell at a glance that there were a lot of wild ginseng, or it was a big year.

Without thinking too much, Wang Xiaoqiang quickly closed the ginseng box and put it in a hidden place.

At this time, the eight spiritual springs in their body expanded and contracted even more violently. Wang Xiaoqiang knew in his heart that they were about to differentiate again, so he stood in the study, feeling them quietly, waiting for them to differentiate.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff...

The eight spiritual springs made a sound of rupture, and they were divided into two, turning into sixteen spiritual springs.

In surprise, Wang Xiaoqiang did not dare to move a little, but still stood there, quietly sensing them to see where these sixteen spiritual springs would be dormant?

But at this moment, Zhong Ping walked in and came to Wang Xiaoqiang. Her jade arms climbed on Wang Xiaoqiang's neck. With a move, the upside-down Xiangli seemed to fall off. She stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with resentment, "Good brother, what's wrong with you today? She's slow..."

Zhong Ping suddenly made all the sixteen spiritual springs in Wang Xiaoqiang's body change their original running trajectory. At this time, they gathered towards Wang Xiaoqiang's lower abdomen, and finally gathered together on Wang Xiaoqiang's lower abdomen to form a powerful "energy station". Together, they scattered the fiery energy...
Chapter completed!