The next few days.

Support workers.

Doctor.

All of them were replaced by Sid. As for the housekeeper, it was verified that he had been bribed by the other party, but he did not move or intend to move, for fear of offending the new superior.

And then.

It's the medicine that we need to deliver every day.

One shot a day.

It made Sid feel energetic, as if he were young, but was told that it was a small illusion of recovery.

It's really a kilometer.

You have to be a dog.

After all.

His physical age is there, and the drugs can prolong his life, not restore him to the physical fitness of his youth, and sid is satisfied.

Illusion is illusion.

If you can't die.

。。。

The 11th.

Morning.

"Father, all the leading members of the consortium, has been waiting in the hall." Sid's eldest son, respectfully reported to his father's health.

He was naturally happy.

Big business.

After a long time of development, there will also be internal problems. This time sid is determined to solve them completely. He will be the beneficiary anyway.

"Well."

Finish.

With a big stride, Sid walked into the hall, completely unlike the man who was dying a few days ago. His eyes were bright and powerful.

Hall.

Seeing him, everyone was very anxious.

Sid.

Back.

。。。

That day.

In the manor, there was also a banquet. In general, every large and small financial group was surrounded by families and forces of all sizes.

This time.

Almost all those who were attached to the Meilong financial group and had some weight were present. Many of them were old friends of SID, and most of those who had been cut into the soil came.

This day.

Sid announced: I will come back and take over the Mellon consortium again.

Suddenly.

In the high-level circles of Europe and the United States, a burst of amazement, what is Sid doing? It means that you will go to see God one day, and you will come to intervene in the affairs of the consortium.

Not tired?

It's just.

In spite of doubt.

But no one to answer them, only some people, secretly showing inexplicable smile.

。。。

Island States.

Hokkaido.

A villa, a backyard. A dignified old man with white hair was sitting by his own pond, fishing for fish and listening to the housekeeper's report.

Slightly squint eyes, opened.

The corner of the mouth is warped.

"Sure enough."

"Their ambition never stops." The old man murmured, then looked up at the sky, "well, the stronger the strength, it proves that I didn't choose wrong."

Three months ago.

He's dying, too.

However.

Now I can breathe fresh air. In retrospect, the old man felt like a miracle. When he thought of the unknown force, he was awed.

At first.

It's not that the other party comes to the door, but when he has just won the qualification of the next family successor, he brings people here.

It was then.

He knew.

The second son turned to a force.

At that time.

He almost blundered. A generation of family owners, who took refuge in a power, were not the fortunes of the Watanabe family taken away by outsiders.

How can he agree?

But.

Soon.

Under the choice of life and death, he chose life.

So far.

The Watanabe family has completely taken refuge in this force, and the conditions are relaxed. Only when the other party agrees not to infringe on their property can they accept it.

Otherwise.

He won't even agree.

Later.

Slowly contact, found that the other side is really keeping their promise, has been trying to help them, for example, last month, to help his little son beat his opponent.

One jump.

As the head of the Intelligence Department of the island state, this department is almost the largest intelligence agency of the island, with huge hidden power.

The truth.

His heart trembled a little. You know, the other party's help, not for nothing, just now know the fur on his nerves.

In the island country.

Consortia.

The military.

The authorities.

Each other has penetration.

He is the aided party.

Again.

It's also a helper. Sometimes, the other party will give some lists, let them operate, arrange some key positions, and these are also these things.Let the old people know how long the other party's hand is, and how deep the network of relations and interests is. What struck him even more was that.

Do this.

However, it can still remain hidden. Outsiders would not think that a large net is invading the power core of the island country and penetrating into the deep.

And he.

It's just a small node.

Now.

The other party's hand has reached into the European and American consortia, and even the Mellon consortium has fallen. He can't think about the hidden part of this organization.

How big is it.

Only know.

Even if it was him, it was only for obedience.

。。。

Shanghai stock market.

Villa.

Tang Qing, who watched the opera leisurely, paid close attention to the meeting of the Mellon consortium, and was very satisfied. Now it was a strategy for a consortium.

Right.

Money.

After reaching the extreme, the effect of financial power will be greatly reduced, because there is no shortage of people. Sid was not dying of old age, and his desire to survive was too strong.

It's almost impossible to succeed.

Fortunately.

It's a success. It's a little bit more powerful.

。。。

The next day.

Twelve.

Morning.

A piece of news made headlines in China.

That's it.

Netizens can't help boiling up.

"Sure enough, the gap between me and the richest man is getting farther and farther!"

"Cow pen!"

"Tang Qing is too rich."

"Take last year's data and compare it with the current situation. On average, Tang Qing's daily value increases to more than 3 billion yuan. My God!"

"Yes

"Ask: who else?"

“。。。”

Today.

According to the release of Hurun's 10-year rich list, Tang Qing's worth has exceeded 600 billion US dollars, an increase of more than 100 billion yuan over last year.

Dollars!

Calculate.

That's hundreds of billions of yuan.

Shit!

How many people envy, envy and hate. Of course, the unit of valuation on Hurun is RMB. Therefore, what you see is listed after Tang Qing, the first one.

The numbers are very conspicuous.

---4615 billion yuan.

As for the second place.

Poor.

There's not even a fraction of that number.

"With a value of more than 400000 billion yuan, I can only say that it is another highest record of Chinese rich people, and no one can break it except Tang Qing himself."

"All this is due to the hummingbird."

"Mm-hmm."

"The market value of hummingbird is 300 billion US dollars. If it is listed in the United States for a second time, it will definitely increase by a large margin, and it will break through 400 billion dollars properly."

"Terrible!"

"Tang Qing is only one step away from his 5 trillion worth. Next year's Forbes world rich list, Tang Qing is likely to exceed 700 billion dollars."

“。。。”

It's over.

It's all shocking.

So far.

It has been five years since Tang Qing started his career. On average, it is one trillion yuan a year. Such a growth rate is simply terrible. I don't know how many people die of envy.

Look back.

Take a look.

Numerous entrepreneurs feel that they are OK companies, as if they are fake. The so-called hundreds of millions of wealth, compared with their Tang Qing, are as poor as ordinary people.

It's a blow.