Chapter 309

Paris, a city across the Seine River, as the capital of France, has always been known as "the world's four major international cities" and "romantic capital".

But even in heaven, there is darkness, not to mention Paris.

Paris 16th district, a place where rich people gather.

The security here is good. Whether it's medical treatment, environment or education, it's much better than other areas of Paris.

Area 16, a quiet and luxurious private manor.

In the manor, iris is in bud. The security guards in black don't seem to see the beauty of the manor. They guard around one by one with sharp eyes. Obviously, the man who lives here is a big man.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Old ORN, wearing a red Nightgown, nestled on the wide leather sofa of the villa, shook his painted red pipe and took a deep breath.

Beside him, a housekeeper wearing a black tuxedo and gray hair looked at the dying old man.

"Fred!" Old ORN raised his head and cried.

"Mr. Orn." The housekeeper immediately bent over and came closer.

"What are my two sons doing now?"

Speaking of his son, the hero who created the Aoen consortium, flashed a light in his muddy eyes.

"Mr. ORN, they... They're competing for a stake in the consortium." The housekeeper said quickly.

"Ha ha," ORN smiled. A fierce look flashed in the blonde old man's eyes. "Fight, fight! ORN consortium can go further only if it is led by a wolf."

"Cough, cough, cough." As he was laughing, ORN coughed violently again.

"Mr. ORN, maybe you should listen to the doctor and smoke less." There was a trace of intolerance on the housekeeper's face.

"Fred," ORN took another breath, "my own body, my own heart, I know, I won't live long."

Speaking of this, ORN's eyes showed a touch of ridicule. He seemed to be laughing at himself. He has built ORN consortium, a second-rate European consortium, all these years.

His own worth is as high as tens of billions of dollars. In his life, he did not fall in the hands of the enemy, but he was knocked down by lung cancer.

What's more sad is that his two sons, knowing that they have little time, have intensified their efforts to compete for the shares of the consortium. Perhaps the only person who really cares about him in the world is the old housekeeper who has followed him for decades.

At the thought of this, ORN couldn't help feeling very boring.

He wants to live, he doesn't want to die. If there is a medicine in the world that can cure his disease, he would rather pay half of his wealth.

Unfortunately not.

He can only hold his wealth and wait for death.

The housekeeper listened to ORN's decadent words, and his eyes could not help moistening. He witnessed the life of the legendary figure in front of him, step by step from the grassroots to the second-class consortium in Europe.

It can be said that ORN's life, if used to make a film, will be very inspirational.

Unfortunately, this legend will eventually come to the end of his life.

What's more sad is that he didn't enjoy the warmth of his family in the end. I'm afraid this is the most failed place of ORN's life.

"Squeak --"

They were silent, and the door of the villa was pushed open.

A tall young asian man in black and sunglasses came in.

Seeing this, the housekeeper's face changed slightly, but ORN's eyes didn't change much. He raised his head, looked at the housekeeper and joked: "unexpectedly, at the last moment of my life, an Asian friend came to see me."

"Who are you?"

The housekeeper's face sank, and his right hand quietly touched his waist, where a pocket pistol was pinned.

"All right, Fred." ORN waved to the housekeeper, "since he can come here, you can't deal with him."

After hearing this, the housekeeper looked tight and slowly put his hand down.

At this time.

The clone warrior standing more than ten steps away came slowly. He erected the portable terminal on his right arm, and a small holographic projection appeared in front of him.

In the holographic projection, it is ORN's pictures and data.

"Mr. ORN?"

"It's me." ORN smiled and nodded.

"This is our invitation letter from Yuncheng biotechnology to you." With that, the clone warrior took out a gold card the size of a mobile phone and handed it over.

The housekeeper came forward and picked up for Orn.

"Yuncheng biotechnology?" ORN shook his pipe and said with a smile, "is this a new subsidiary of Yuncheng technology?"

"Mr. ORN, Yuncheng biotechnology has no subordinate relationship with Yuncheng technology. Our invitation place is Anlu island."

"Anlu?"

Hearing this, ORN, who was originally indifferent, finally changed his face.

After a while, he nodded and looked deeply at the clone warrior in front of him. "Don't worry, I will go."

Where is Anlu?

If you ask an ordinary person, it is estimated that he can only answer at most. This is a city in the pasar islands.

But ORN knows that this is the nest of Huanyu trading company. The reputation of Huanyu trading company has long been famous in the world after the yingpa war and the Syrian missile crisis.

The world's first military group known as a non-state organization.

Joking, the Syrian missile crisis, let alone the military group that can beat down a British aircraft carrier battle group, can't be impressive.

Moreover, as a speaker of a famous European consortium, ORN knows more about the inside story. As far as he knows, the relationship between Yuncheng technology, the world's No. 1 technology company, and Anlu island is also unclear.

But more specifically, it's not what ORN can find out.

Hearing ORN's promise, the clone warrior nodded and turned to leave.

But it seemed to think of something. The clone warrior turned around and said, "those guys outside just now are not very friendly. I've let them sleep first. Don't forget to say sorry for me when you wake them up."

With that, the clone warrior left without looking back.

After hearing this, ORN's face was very rare. It was the first time he had learned such a naked threat.

In the past, even the black hand in the business competition would not show off so naked.

Yes, in ORN's eyes, this is the world trade showing off its force.

Thinking of this, ORN sighed. Even if it shows off its force, although ORN is the top figure in this country, ORN consortium is only a second-class consortium in Europe after all.

His own worth is only tens of billions, not to mention the huge gap between Huanyu trade and the five rogue military groups, even compared with those old first-class consortia.

"Yuncheng biotechnology?"

ORN played with the golden invitation card made of unknown material and muttered.