C580 undercurrent surge

"Little Yao, you can do it!" Little Bamboo encouraged Jiang Chuyao as she gasped for breath.

Jiang Chuyao didn't dare to say another word. She bit her lips and raised her head to find herself facing a mirror. Inside, she could clearly see her own shy movements and the muscles in Ye Chengfeng's chest.

After another two hours, the three of them went from the bathroom to the bed. Jiang Chuyao was also relieved for a moment that she had fallen in love with Lu Mengzhu as she fought against Ye Cheng together, but Ye Cheng did not know if it was because of the cultivation technique, but he did not feel tired from doing this with his woman at all. Instead, he was getting more and more energetic.

Ye Cheng attributed this to the fact that he had broken through those meridians, but he did not die. Instead, he had gotten lucky from this disaster, both his attack speed and reaction speed had improved significantly. I just don't know if it's harmful to their bodies, but it doesn't look like it is.

The three of them laid on the bed, Ye Cheng holding the two girls' delicate bodies in each of his hands, bitterly wondering in his heart if he had spent too much today. From Chen Luoxue in the morning to Zhang Kejia in the afternoon, then Mei and Xiao Lu in the evening, as well as Jiang Chuyao and Lu Mengzhu in the evening, six women ah.

At dawn, the East China Sea stock market finally closed.

In an extremely difficult situation, the Winners' Group finally managed to stabilize the situation with the unremitting efforts. They didn't lose everything.

Of course, everyone knew that when the new day's stock market opened, the victories would be met with a new round of fierce attacks. If the victories didn't provide enough funds to fight, then it was only a matter of time before the defenses to the victories collapsed.

This was a financial war without smoke. Moreover, this was only the beginning.

In one of the presidential suites of a five-star hotel in the East China Sea, the morning sun was gradually rising in the misty mist outside the wide and bright window.

The light in the east sky was cozy as it gradually enveloped the gradually bustling city. Today, victory was a much greater challenge, and the number of people paying attention to the battle was not small. After all, victory was the largest private enterprise in the East China Sea, and there were thousands of employees.

An old man with white hair and wearing a black silk pajamas stood in front of the big window. He seemed to have finished his recovery work long ago, however, this old man had a pair of triangular eyes, with a cold ray of light emitting from them from time to time. His tanned eyebrows were very thick, and he didn't look kind at all.

He turned around and walked to a round glass table. On the table, there was a large plate of fresh fruits, a cup of hot milk, and a few pieces of toast with garlic flavour.

Before the elder could pick up the bread, he heard a report from outside the room: "Mr. Leng, Mr. Qiao is here."

The black-clothed elder frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with someone disturbing his breakfast. After thinking for a moment, he still said, "Let him in."

The door opened, and a well-dressed, good-looking man walked into the room. He revealed a flattering smile, bowed towards the old man, and said with a smile: "Sorry to disturb you, Uncle Leng, but I really shouldn't be here like that. I will definitely be back late tomorrow."

At this moment, if Qiao RuBing was here, he would be shocked to see this man in a suit because he was his brother. Qiao Rulong was just the adopted son of Qiao RuBing's father.

The old man who was addressed as Uncle Leng put down the bread and rested his withered hands on the chair. His wrinkled face had a smile that was not a smile as he looked at Qiao Rulong. "From the looks of it, you seem to have good news."

"You are right. "The stock market has just closed, and the East Asian Scriber Team that we hired has taken the initiative, so the gains now amount to at least five billion dollars in losses." A raging and excited fire flashed in Qiao Rulong's eyes as the corner of her mouth curled into a dark smile. Qiao Rubing, you slut, just you wait. If I can't get you, then don't even think about it, even if I ruin my victory.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose because of this little bit of battle experience." The old man seemed to be muttering to himself, "The key is still dependent on the next two days." In terms of capital, I have joined forces with the Song Group and Hong Kong to bring together wealthy businessmen. In addition, I've already pressured the major banks, making it hard for them to get any loans from them. As long as there's no accident, that little girl Qiao RuBing will admit defeat sooner or later. "

"Old Man Leng is truly resourceful, that's the key. Otherwise, I, Qiao Rulong, would have to stay in the United States because of that bitch. Moreover, even if I can raise enough money, it'll be hard for me to fight against the golden signboard that wins. "Qiao Rulong's eyes emitted a ruthless light as he said," Old Leng, don't worry. Even if Qiao RuBing has business methods now, she doesn't have the funds to make his own money, so he won't be able to turn the situation around. Plus, we're not just planning on the stock market, we haven't turned our cards around yet. The hitman I hired has already snuck into the winner group. Once we bury the bomb that won, that bitch, Qiao RuBing, will commit suicide even if he doesn't die. Hehe, but I have a question, why did Old Leng help me? Could it be that you also have a grudge with Qiao RuBing? With your ability, you can easily kill her. "

"You …" "What a belly full of evil tricks …" Elder Mao snorted coldly. His thick eyebrows raised in disdain as he looked at Qiao Rulong. He said coldly, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, that girl Qiao RuBing isn't that easy to kill. It's best if you don't act rashly or you'll suffer. Besides, this isn't the time to kill her, but don't worry, I will definitely help you fulfill your wish."

"Yes, yes. Old Leng's teachings are correct." Qiao Rulong hastily lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

The corner of Qiao Ru Long's mouth curled into a sinister smile as he thought to himself: Qiao Ru Bing, the insult you gave me before, I will make you use pain that makes you wish you were dead to repay me. I will make you lose everything.

At this moment, a report came in from the bodyguard outside the door, "Master, Young Master Song Liangjun of the Song Family wishes to see you."

"Is Ning Liangjun here?" Elder Mao's eyes revealed a hint of doubt: "Let him in."

Song Liangjun, who was dressed in a fashionable Fan Sizhe suit, looked kind and handsome. He looked very handsome, but he did not even glance at Qiao Rulong when he walked into the room. It was as if he did not want to waste his gaze.

"Elder Leng was really caught off guard and suddenly came to the East China Sea from Hong Kong. At first, Liang Jun thought that you only needed to control it from a distance, and that you would need to personally come." Song Liang smiled evilly.

The old man tapped his finger on the chair a few times and gestured for Song Liangjun to sit down. He casually said, "You don't understand, son of the Song Family. I'm very curious. Your Patriarch didn't agree to handle this victory. How did you persuade him?"

"It's simple, because I'm the first successor to the family, my brother started to have a warped mindset because he can't be a man anymore. As the only man with power in the family line, my advice is still very strong, and it won't do our Song Corporation any harm if we lose." Song Liangjun picked up a small banana from the round table and continued to peel it, then he said, "There is another important reason. Coincidentally, these days I have been very interested in Qiao RuBing from the Winning Group, but that woman is very arrogant and does not give me any face, so I can only make her lose everything. She has to submit to me, I want to make her kneel and lick my crotch! "So when this guy found me and I knew that you helped me, I agreed …" Song Liangjun looked at Qiao Rulong and said.

"Hehe, you're not a simple kid, but I like your personality. And the last reason is your real goal right? I've seen the picture of that girl Qiao Rubing. She's indeed very pretty." However, his laughter sounded very sinister and terrifying.

"Hehe, what Old Leng says is right. It can't be that Old Leng also has his eyes on Qiao Rubing, right? You won't fight over it with a junior, right?" Song Liangjun's position was no longer the same as before, and he was only cooperating with Old Leng, not the same kind of person that Qiao Rulong was asking for help. Therefore, Song Liangjun did not seem to have much respect for Old Leng, and the Song Family was one of the top business groups in the East China Sea.

"Stop talking nonsense with me. You and your father really have different personalities." Master Mao glared at Song Liangjun and shook his head. "Say it, why did you come here?"

Song Liangjun took a bite of the banana and laughed, "Actually, it's nothing much. This matter is not big, but it's not small either. The reason why they couldn't get up was because they didn't have much of a background or a partner, and the biggest reason was that they were private. Without a political background, the banks wouldn't dare to lend a loan to them to win due to the pressure of the cold elders. Old Man Leng should be very clear that your forces are mainly in the south. "Our Song Family has more face here."

A trace of light flashed across the elder's eyes. He raised his thick eyebrows and looked at Song Liangjun, "So?"

"Actually, to me, it doesn't matter who the victor is, or who the victim is." Song Liangjun threw the banana peel into the trash can and walked around for a bit before continuing, "Right now, I just want a woman as the future mistress of the Song Family. I have observed her for a long time, she is very capable, decisive in her actions, and I need her. Therefore, I cannot let anything happen to Qiao RuBing, but I must also force her to submit to me. Victory is nothing in the eyes of our Song Family. "