Zhao Changan suddenly couldn't sit still in the red building and called Wen Ye. He was not in the new headquarters now, but was organizing the health center he ran with Mo Tongtong.

After asking for the location, Zhao Changan went to the computer room and took the key to the Ghost Fire motorcycle from Zhong Lianwei's hand and went to find Wen Ye.

That place was a large Mingzhu Iron and Steel Plant community. The old communities inside were lined up like a maze. It took Zhao Changan a lot of effort, asking for directions several times and making several phone calls to Wen Ye to find it.

"For those who don't know, we think we are underground workers. Can anyone come in to your store?"

Zhao Changan grinned as he looked at the house in front of him, which had a dilapidated first floor with a balcony removed and a simple staircase built. The surrounding walls were covered with small advertisements. There were also tomatoes, luffa, cucumbers, water spinach and winter melons grown everywhere in the community.

Then he glanced at Mo Tongtong, who was cleaning the kitchen and preparing to cook. She was wearing a dress that fell past her knees and exposed her arms and legs: "Sister Tong, if she keeps dressing like this, I think she will have to go to get off work every day." Just two bodyguards following you."

"This place is only open from 10 am to 4 pm. It is very safe during this time. This community is a steel factory community. It is old but every household lives in it, and many retired workers have a sense of justice. If you shout, they will be arrested.

Rogues, dozens of old people can come out in less than a minute. It's much safer than you think. I don't dare to say that you don't close your house at night if you don't pick up things on the road. In fact, it's almost the same. Of course, if there is room in the Red Building and the new headquarters, I don't mind being cleaner.

.”

"You talk a lot and you are right, so I'm relieved. We have to wait a little longer. Xia Wenyang will probably be able to survive this winter at most. When he falls, it will be Xia Wuyue and Qiao San's turn, or this time it will be very difficult."

It is possible that Xia Wuyue and Qiao San became the trigger and blew them up into ashes."

Zhao Changan couldn't help but said sadly: "Otherwise, I always feel a little suffocated, especially since my parents are still in the mountain city."

At the moment when the beast was on the verge of death and the most ferocious and dangerous, Zhao Changan did not want to offend Xia Wenyang, his son and Qiao San because of Mo Tongtong.

Because as long as he knew that Mo Tongtong was one nanometer, Xia Wenyang didn't need any evidence to prove that Xia Wuyue's car accident was his own handiwork.

The suspicion of the strong, as Xia Wenzhuo said, even if it is just suspicion, as long as the strong does not bother, he will trample to death the suspected weak chicken without hesitation.

However, if the person being suspected is not a weak chicken, but a hard rock; let alone suspicion, even if it is confirmed, the strong person can only pinch his nose and endure it temporarily.

But if a strong man is about to fall from the clouds and fall into death, he will step on it with all his strength, let alone a hard stone or a sharp steel knife.

"Don't be careless."

Wen Ye's confidence in Zhao Chang'an is obviously not as optimistic as his: "You are not unaware of Xia Wenyang's cunning. His network resources are not only Pei Pingjiang, but also Xiao Xuecheng; and if he is really anxious, he may destroy the cement factory."

, breweries, battlefields, so many properties are sold off, and it is not a problem to raise 100 million."

"Let's go to the community and show me around."

Wen Ye seems to have this truth, but he forgot the old saying, 'When a wall falls, everyone pushes back'.

If there were no "cement factories, breweries, battlefields," these enviable enterprises, Xia Wenyang could hold out until Xing Dali impatiently chose to give up the attack, then those gluttons would not have attacked Wenyang Group in groups.

Share food.

Maybe Wenyang Group can still survive.

However, these fat industries will become a fatal reminder for it at some point.

At the end of the day, it all comes down to two words, 'profit', and wealth touches people's hearts.

Wenyang Group does have a lot of properties, but it still owes a lot of money. This is its fatal shortcoming.

At the critical moment, if there is no timely injection of funds from the outside to stabilize his capital chain, the behemoth Wenyang Group will definitely collapse at the drop of a hat.

"OK."

Wen Ye knew that Zhao Changan had something to say.

Immediately, the two of them walked aimlessly in the community.

"You may not look at this community as shabby, but the people who live in it are all old steel workers who have been there for decades. They were the most powerful people in the past. We workers have power, and we are talking about them. Most of their children are now

He is doing well, and of course he is not short of money. In addition, when he was young, he worked a lot and suffered from many minor physical problems. It would not be life-threatening, but it would be torture."

"Are you really ready to do something big? In fact, I predict that your dividend should be no less than 300,000 by the end of the year. This is a conservative estimate, because most of the profits will be poured into the company. If you delay other things for this

It’s not worth it.”

"I don't plan to take too much effort. I just come once or twice a week from 10 am to 4 pm. Mo Tongtong is usually responsible for reception and registration and making appointments."

Wen Ye shook his head and said: "It's not for money, I just want to verify some pharmacology and acupuncture."

"Truth? Damn it, Prince, when did you become so tall?"

Zhao Changan clicked his tongue in surprise.

"It's a needle from a silver needle. My grandfather's silver needles are amazing. Combined with this medicinal moxibustion, they are even more powerful. I also want to explore the origin of the idea of ​​that book."

"You are using him as a test subject, this is not a joke."

Zhao Changan couldn't help but change his color slightly.

Wen Ye also said before that the children of these old workers are basically doing well, and the clique phenomenon here must be very strong. If you really look down on one person, you will probably offend dozens or hundreds of people.

Wen Ye shook his head: "It'll be okay, just like if you give a diabetic patient mung bean pills, he may not eat well, but he will definitely not eat bad, and it will be more or less beneficial; I feel happy in my heart and on my hands.

Be measured."

The two came to a small river. The water quality was not very good. Although it was not fishy, ​​it did not smell good either.

There was no one around and it was quiet.

"Remember what I told you about this stock? It's the one Song Jing is speculating on."

Wen Ye shook his head: "Since you said we wouldn't enter, I stopped paying attention."

"Xia Wenyang gave Xia Wenzhuo four million in cash after May Day, and Qiu Jinhui drove it over; Yin Wan and Xia Wenzhuo told Xia Wenzhuo about the divestment of Tianyue International's domestic shares, and Xia Wenzhuo guessed it, and then invested seven million

, there’s leverage in it.”

Wen Ye looked at Zhao Changan in surprise: "Does this mean you don't want to plunder investors' money? I thought my brother was a saint!"

"Holy shit, am I not?"

"You wouldn't have even calculated this a few months ago, right? Then you are too awesome!"

"It's impossible. Do you remember a sentence?"

"What words?"

Wen Ye asked curiously.

"People who love to laugh usually have good luck."

Zhao Changan answered seriously.

"Chi~"

Wen Ye sneered.
Chapter completed!