thirsty……

hungry!

The pain is numb.

The two arms of Lyme who had been tied to the chair had begun to swell slightly, and he could hardly feel his arms after having not moved for such a long time.

Maybe it was his luck, maybe there was some will to give him a chance to live, he started clenching and letting go.

The pressure change in the palm of the hand began to urge the blood to surging, and after the blood flowed, the two arms suddenly felt a...like a terrible pain that was showered by boiling water!

He didn't know it was abnormal, but he knew he had to do it.

Just a little thirsty and want to drink some water.

Licking his skinned lips, strenuously raised his head and looked at the dark room, looking for whether he would die here?

He never thought that he would have such a day, because of a legitimate job, died in this dark room.

"My life path, has it reached the last stage?"

There is no summary and recollection of important things in life in the movie, only the sinking of consciousness, as if about to fall asleep.

The speed of thinking activity began to change, the pain in his arms was also reducing, and the physical discomfort seemed to disappear slowly at this moment, in order to match his desire to "fall asleep".

As long as you fall asleep, everything will be fine.

At this moment, suddenly the light in the room turned on, and Rhyme was a little surprised. Is this entering the kingdom of heaven?

When he raised his head again, he saw the person he least wanted to see.

"I don't care how much money you want or what you want, save this person!"

The president made several calls to Lynch every moment, and even found some people who wanted to see Lynch, but unfortunately, they were not able to do so.

When he was rich, he just fart, and someone would come and say that his fart is very powerful and his health must be very good.

Now facing the challenge of the capital giant, he hasn't spoken anything yet, and some people cover his mouth and nose and leave him quickly.

cold?

warm?

Only helpless.

The problem now is more serious than the previous period. His brother told him that if he loses every moment, he must be prepared to be chased by the killer for a lifetime.

The core foundation of warlords is wealth and weapons. Except for the distribution of profits to shareholders, all the profits at every moment are invested in this.

If someone has done a survey, they will know that every moment is the largest customer besides the military, not one of them.

Every year they will purchase millions or even tens of millions of materials and armaments to be transferred to Mariro. These munitions will become the core force supporting the stable rule of one of the warlords.

Without every moment, Mr. President's brother, the great warlord of Marillo, must end the current situation.

Because of the lack of wealth and income, he could no longer continue to compete with other warlords in a tacit way in the present way.

He does not have the potential and continuous development ability, so he must take the lead in launching a war with an unpredictable outcome, instead of continuing to watch the situation change steadily, until Mariro has the foundation for unity.

Mr. President has been driven to a dead end, and he can't even come up with money to fight against those hostile bidders.

Whether it is a "poison plan" or a repurchase on terms, the core content is to burn each other's money. If the company cannot spend money to repurchase the stocks held by shareholders first, then these stocks will fall into the hands of those acquirers.

This is also inevitable. No one can make a fortune in front of others, and in accordance with the Federal Financial Regulatory Commission and financial-related laws and regulations, once a vicious acquisition begins, it cannot be stopped easily.

This is also destined to be a fierce war, but they really have no money in their hands.

What's even more annoying is that the bank not only didn't give him any help at this time, but also gave him a shot on his waist, and he couldn't straighten up until now.

The bank converts previous loans into investment holdings-this is also one of the banks' favorite things to do.

When they lend money to large companies, there will be some relevant terms. They have the right to choose whether the borrowing company will repay the bank's loan and interest after the debt expires, or exchange it with shares of the same price.

Of course, this kind of clause will often appear in the clause when the bank is relatively strong.

Every moment when they first came to the Federation, they were very weak. At that time, the bank lent a large amount of money to them, and they really needed some local big-name financial forces to become a part of them. That's why they had such a choice.

Banks have been paying dividends for so many years, and the money they borrowed has actually made more than a few times the profits.

The supervisor in charge of this case was even more soft with the bonus, and has been allowed to buy shares in the bank and become a shareholder of the bank.

I thought that everyone could live with Hemeimei, but at this time, the bank activated the terms.

They demanded to return the funds and interest they previously borrowed as soon as possible at all times, and gave them a period of time. If they can't get this part of the money, they will transfer the shares in their hands to anyone they think is appropriate.

This is a despicable blackmail. They have even been calculating compound interest on the money, which is still an amazing amount of money to this day.

When it's good, everyone agrees.

When it was bad, everyone turned their faces, and this change made Mr. President also have to curb his violent side.

The only one who can save him now is Mr. Lynch, at least those who can advise him think so.

Compared with other consortia or banks, Lynch has just received a sum of tens of millions of funds, plus his own liquidity, he can collect hundreds of millions of cash anytime, anywhere.

This money can completely save the current moments, and at the same time reach a cooperative relationship with Lynch, and it can also redeem the points they lost on the pirate issue.

He needs someone who can help him contact Lynch. The Lime in front of him is obviously a good choice.

"He must be cured!" Mr. President couldn't help but grabbed a doctor's collar and said.

The doctor didn't mind this at all, as long as the money was in place, he wouldn't have any opinion on pulling his hair.

Next, the treatment team uses professional professionalism to let everyone know why high-quality medical care is necessarily expensive.

More than two hours of treatment cost Mr. President more than 100,000 yuan, including two injections of special medicines worth several thousand yuan, as well as the use of some equipment.

More than two hours later, Lime regained consciousness.

His memory still stays at the moment the room lights up for an instant, and the scene where he saw the face of Mr. President later has been forgotten.

In fact, he had lost consciousness at that time, and these things would not stay in his memory.

"What's wrong with me?"

Rhyme was a little dazed, "Am I hurt?"

how to answer?

Mr. President immediately thought of saying, "You fainted, I sent you to the hospital, they said you were just a little thirsty."

Lim licked his lips, there was indeed a lot of dead skin. He bit a small piece with his teeth and tore it off, with an inexplicable sense of refreshment.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Then am I free now?"

Mr. President nodded and said, "Of course, I apologize for the previous misunderstanding between us."

"I have investigated it clearly. This matter has nothing to do with you or Mr. Lynch. It is our fault."

Thinking that he would be angry, after hearing these words from Mr. President, Lime was unexpectedly not as unbearable as he thought.

He even showed some smiles, "Just figure it out."

Not good at all, Mr. President took the initiative to walk over, "I must apologize for my recklessness, I will give you one-thousandth of the shares to compensate you..."

One thousandth of the shares, this big deal made Lime a little surprised.

While many people's eyes remain on the concept of "percentage", in fact, large consortia have already refined their shares to one-thousandth or even ten-thousandths.

Take the Duncan family, for example, their shares are worth ten thousandths, because they are too rich and there are too many members in the family. If the average score is one point, each person is a few thousandths or ten thousandths.

The same is true for large companies. For example, the six major airlines of the Federal Republic of China have tens of thousands of shareholders in each bank, and they have been refined to the level of one in 100,000!

In terms of market value at every moment, one in a thousand is also one million.

What's more important is that he can rely on this one-thousandth of the shares every year to continuously take in dividends, and sell them to pay back when necessary.

As long as he doesn't fall down all the time, it is tantamount to raising him.

If there are so many benefits to being beaten, Lime suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing.

"Then I would like to thank you for your generosity, Mr. President."

Mr. President smiled, "I want to personally apologize to Mr. Lynch, I wonder if you can introduce me?"

...A little later, Lime called.

He reported his home. He had called Lynch before, and the maid knew about this person.

Lynch entered the study room with a little playfulness on his face~lightnovelpub.net~ and answered the call.

"I thought you were kidnapped, and when I was thinking about why they didn't ask me for ransom, you called me."

Lynch made a little joke. He knew where Lime was and how he got there. It was just a little joke.

After all, no one wants to live under the "surveillance" of others, even if it is not actually surveillance.

Lime laughed a few times, and it sounded like his emotions weren’t too bad. "Something that I don’t know about happened in it. The only thing I can be sure about is that I broke a leg, but I also got it. More than one million."

"Sounds great, if one leg can be exchanged for one million, we won't need to import those edible cattle from abroad starting tomorrow."

This sentence actually has two meanings, Lime only interprets one of them, not even one.

Finally, he was silent for a moment before saying, "Boss, every moment the president wants to meet you."