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It is Daishan.

Not only did he win the prize ahead of time, but he also made arrangements early. When Kuang Zheng was holding his last hope, he strangled and strangled Zhan Guohong, leaving him at the end of his rope and nowhere to go.

When it comes to stabbing a knife, Daishan is first-class regardless of consciousness, technique or drama.

Kuangzheng didn't go home at night, so he called Baochan. He smoked in the office until late at night. At one o'clock in the morning, in the dark and empty, he dialed a number.

"Hi," he asked when the phone was connected, "where are you?"

The one over there was woken up, very coldly: "Mt. Kent."

Kuang Zheng asked again: "Where?"

"Mongolia, 160 kilometers east of Ulaanbaatar."

Kuang Zheng made a rough estimate: "I'll arrive in the morning."

"When you arrive at Genghis Khan Airport, I will send someone to pick you up."

"See you at noon." Kuang Zheng hung up the phone.

He rented a plane and flew directly to Ulaanbaatar. When he got off the plane, five or six off-road vehicles came to pick him up. After four and a half hours, the scenery outside the window changed from the city to the grassland, and gradually Yes, there are riders with guns on their backs coming from the horizon, holding eagles to open the way in front of the convoy.

In June, the grass in Mobei was knee-high, and Kuangzheng checked it on the road. Kent Mountain, the holy mountain of the Mongolians, was buried in the nearby Qiren Valley after Genghis Khan died. It has a famous Chinese name, Langjuxu Mountain.

After Huo Qubing defeated the Xiongnu, he worshiped the heavens here, and Xin Qiji also left a famous sentence "Yuanjia hastily, seal the wolf and live in the Xu, win the panic and look north", this mountain is the dream of the military generals of all generations.

The convoy stopped in front of a large group of felt bags, and Kuangzheng got out of the car. There were drones flying over his head from time to time. He looked around and saw that the sky was wild and vast, and the terrain was flat and wide. If there was no air patrol, all he needed was an anti-equipment A sniper rifle can cut a person in a felt bag in half from a distance of one kilometer.

A big man in a Mongolian robe led him to the depths of the camp. He opened one of the white tents, large and small, and bent over to step in.

With the aroma of milk tea and the smell of overcooked mutton, Mr. Xiao sat on the saffron Persian carpet, leaning against the silk cushion: "Mr. Kuang, sit down."

He pointed to the place opposite him, a narrow table painted with red oil, on which were placed tea, leg of lamb and a Mongolian dagger inlaid with turquoise.

Kuangzheng sat down, took a sip of tea, it was salty: "Come to escape the heat?"

On the Mongolian plateau in June, the south wind is slightly cool, and it still brings the last precipice of spring. Mr. Xiao is stepping on boots and wearing nothing on his upper body. The amulet has a wealth-eating tiger head on the back, which is the old man's LP Ben (1).

"Sketch," he squinted his shallow eyes, like a beast whose name he couldn't name: "I also hunt."

Hunting, the bloody hobby of the rich, Kuang Zheng looked down at the leg of lamb in the wooden tray, the right hind leg was golden, dripping with oil.

"I didn't expect you to come to me." Mr. Xiao said.

Kuang Zheng raised his eyes.

"Is the Duan family going to die?"

The other person is thousands of miles away, but knows everything, Kuang Zheng picked up the knife: "Why didn't I come to you?"

Mr. Xiao thought for a while, then sat up from the fur: "Because of Boss Bao?"

Kuang Zheng didn't like his Ti Baochen, especially at this time.

"Last summer, my family asked me to come to China." Mr. Xiao fiddled with the amulet on his chest. "That day was my mother's death anniversary. I drank too much. In a completely unfamiliar city, someone protected me."

It was Baochan, "I was there at the time," Kuangzheng looked at him, "I told him to leave you alone."

Mr. Xiao smiled: "As you said," he leaned back on his leather robe, "I met him again a few months later. Coincidentally, his mother and mine liked the same song."

"coincide"?Correcting the accident.

"We Thais believe in Buddhism." Mr. Xiao's eyes changed, and he stared at Kuang Zheng, "I believe in fate."

There was something in his words, Kuang Zheng unconsciously clenched the dagger tightly, the turquoise on it was a bit sticky.

"That's why I know you." Mr. Xiao leaned forward, with an imposing manner, "If it wasn't for Boss Bao, I wouldn't answer your call, and you are not qualified to sit in this position."

Kuang Zheng was keenly aware that he was putting pressure on himself, and Baozhan seemed to be not his goal, but an entry point. He was familiar with this atmosphere, and it was the psychological suppression before the negotiation.

Kuang Zheng relaxed, and even felt hungry, he stopped talking nonsense and got straight to the point: "Aiyin's business in North America has been developing well, if..."

Mr. Xiao interrupted him: "I want Southeast Asia and Europe."

Big appetite!Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "I want money."

The two of them are evenly matched, and neither of them can play with the other, "Yes," exchanging money for business is equivalent to exchanging eggs for hens, Mr. Xiao is not at a loss, "One Sadry can't cost our He family much."

"You made a mistake," Kuang Zheng pulled out the Mongolian knife, "I'm using your money, not against Sadeli."

Um?Mr. Xiao frowned.

"People are slashing at me with a knife, so I just find a shield to carry it?" Kuangzheng shook his head with a smile. This is a good knife, and the mutton sliced ​​is thin and neat. Open your mouth to you," he pressed the meat on the blade with his thumb and put it into his mouth, "you have to give me a 'knife'."

Mr. Xiao glared at him, this guy was cornered by Sadley, and he was still trying to fight back?

"If you want to protect Aiyin, it's useless to fight with Sadley, you have to kill the people behind him. I—" Kuang Zheng chewed his meat slowly, "I want to buy Zhengcai's shares."

What!Zhengcai is not a company, but a group, and it is expanding. Mr. Xiao was shocked by his courage and lost his voice for a while.

"Sadley can buy Ai Yin, and I can buy Hot Wheels," Kuang Zheng smiled ferociously, "Isn't it just a money game, compared to money, are you afraid of them?"

It's not the first day for Mr. Xiao to know Kuangzheng. He knew that he had a sharp mind and a strong wrist, but he didn't expect him to have such a sense of smell and vision.

"If you force the winning lottery to withdraw, Sudli will naturally retreat." Kuang Zheng paused, his eyes turned cold, "No, when Sudli wants to withdraw, there is no way out."

The little gentleman shook his shoulders, shook off his fur robe, and tensed his arms and chest muscles: "My father has thirteen children, and twelve of them are not the same mother as me." Cai, this gamble is too big, "I have to sit firmly at home, and I can't make a wrong step."

Kuang Zheng didn't care about his family pressure, he just asked, "Do you dare?"

Mr. Xiao kept a straight face and remained silent.

"I have nowhere to go," Kuang Zheng encouraged him, "I will agree to whatever conditions you ask now."

Mr. Little still didn't speak.

So Kuangzheng also kept silent, and concentrated on eating the leg of lamb. The meat was very good, delicate and tender, and it should be a lamb less than two years old. Halfway through eating, the little gentleman said again: "I want to sign a gambling agreement."

Kuang Zheng frowned and put down the knife.

"Aiyin has kept it, and I will share my share of the bonus. If I don't keep it..." The 20-something-year-old heir to the ship king is not only cold, but also ruthless, "I want all the shares of Duan's fourth house, every penny, You all have to pay me back."

Too harsh, Kuang Zheng wiped his hands: "Don't show any affection at all?"

"I am the eldest son of the He family," Mr. Xiao told him. "The education I have received since childhood is that family comes first, business comes second. Morality, benevolence, righteousness, and love are all unimportant."

Before agreeing to him, Kuangzheng went out to take a deep breath. The grassland in the afternoon has a kind of broad beauty. There is a sea of ​​clouds hanging in the sky in the west. Below the sea of ​​clouds is a flock of sheep. It is too far away. .

He took a photo and sent it to Baochan, and a few seconds later, Baochan's call came: "Brother!"

Kuang Zheng was about to make an important decision for the Duan family, he couldn't calm down: "It would be great if you were by my side."

Baochan's voice was gentle: "I'm here."

Kuang Zheng smiled: "Where is it?"

The breeze blew through the grass leaves, and the smell of soil rushed towards his face. Kuang Zheng suddenly remembered that poem by Haizi, which he liked very much when he was in college. It was on the first page of the first book on his old Kindle:

Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, the night is shrouded,

Sister, I only have Gobi tonight,

At the end of the grassland, my hands are empty,

Can't hold a teardrop in grief.

At this time, Kuangzheng was at the end of the grassland, with empty hands, eager to grab something, Baochan handed himself into his hands, and he said, "I am in your heart."

For a moment, Kuangzheng had the urge to burst into tears. It was too difficult. Hundreds of millions or billions of capital were pressing on his head. Every second passed, it seemed as if a bone in him was about to be crushed.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, he said slowly: "I will return the stone to the stone, let the victorious victorious, the barley belongs to him tonight, everything is growing..."

Baochan knew this poem, Haizi's "Diary", the first page of the first book in his Kindle, Silent Night, he had read it countless times.

Kuang Zheng said with a sigh: "Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight——"

Baochan continued, saying softly, "I just miss you."

Kuang Zheng agreed to Mr. Xiao's conditions, and agreed to sign a contract in Ruyizhou three days later.He flew back from Ulaanbaatar, and as soon as he landed, he called Duan Ruting and asked her to check the transactions of Sa Deli in recent years. Slow down his acquisition pace.

Before leaving the airport, among the crowd coming and going, Kuang Zheng saw a figure in a conspicuous good suit and heavy industry tie. It was none other than Dai Shan who had "makeover".

"Hey, Mr. Kuang," Dai Shan saw him and greeted him, "The road to Yuanjia is narrow!"

They faced each other in the rushing crowd, and after Aine's takeover was over, one of them would die.

In the match between Zheng Cai and Zhan Guohong, Dai Shan went first: "Mr. Kuang has dark circles under his eyes," he said proudly, "he's not handsome anymore."

Kuang Zheng smiled. For the first time, he looked at Dai Shan seriously. This kid is not ugly, but there are three small moles on his left cheek that look like needle pricks, adding some sensuality.

"Go change?" Daishan asked.

Kuang Zheng looked behind him, and there was a flight from North America: "To each other."

"Kuang Zheng," Dai Shan said confidently, "You can't beat me this time."

Kuang Zheng reminded him: "You should know that Warring States Red has a Chinese background."

Daishan didn't understand what he meant, so he reacted and shrugged: "Money knows no borders."

Really, Kuang Zheng disagrees: "You find foreign capital to short with high leverage, and if you get muddled, you have to jump off the building."

Gambling with his life, Daishan's consistent style, the amazing thing is that he can win every time, "In the financial street, few people jumped off the building, I want to see, which one of us will jump first," his eyes became fierce, Furious, as if he wanted to eat Kuangzheng in one bite, "You have been abandoned by Wanrong long ago, you have nothing, you only have yourself."

He was right, and Kuang Zheng didn't refute it.

The calmer he was, the angrier Dai Shan became: "Kuangzheng, you are ace (2), and so am I. Look at our episodes, from east to west on Financial Street, only the two of us came out," he posted, shoulder Touching Kuang Zheng's shoulder, "We're on the right track, you and I are destined to be rivals in this life!"

After speaking, he wiped Kuangzheng hard and walked away.

(1) Long-mother-in-law: Master Long-mother-in-law, also known as "Fuhu Arhat", one of the three contemporary holy monks in Thailand, also refers to the Buddhist cards made by Master Long-mother-in-law and Long-mother-in-law's temple.

(2) ace: card a, meaning ace.