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  "Hello, I’m the CEO of Song Group, Josh, how do you call it?" Josh looked at Zao Wou-ki and smiled and stretched out his hand.

When Zao Wou-ki saw the crowd, he immediately stood up. No one looked at Qin Tian with a slight smile, and nodded at Qin Tian. Qin Tian did the same. He used his eyes to signal him not to reveal his identity, Zhao. Wuji understood immediately.

   "Hello, Miss Qiao, I am the general manager of the Qin Group, and my name is Zao Wou-Ki!" Zao Wou-Ki stretched out his hand and shook Josh, then separated.

   "Mr. Zhao, please sit down, I don't know what to drink!" Josh asked.

"Ms. Qiao, you are welcome. I'm here to talk about investing in your company this time. Look at this. This is our company's investment plan for your company. Take a look!" Zao Wou-ki directly took out one. The document was handed to Josh.

  Josh took a look, and was stunned, because the abbreviation above was completely beneficial to their company, and the benefits that Qin Group could get were insignificant.

  Josh couldn't believe it at all, and he looked at Zao Wou-ki and said, "Mr. Zhao, if the above is true, isn't your company equivalent to doing charity? There is no benefit at all!"

"Ms. Qiao, don’t worry, we’re not joking here this time. Whether there is any benefit is just a different perspective. If you think it’s okay, we can sign the contract. After signing the contract, our company will immediately want to inject capital from your company. One billion will bring your company back to life!" Zao Wou-ki looked at Josh and smiled.

  Jiaoxi looked at it, somewhat uncertain, because it was all about giving money. She couldn't see what the Qin Group wanted to do, and she didn't dare to sign a contract at will.

   "Sign it, trust me, absolutely right!" Qin Tian looked at Qin Tian and said.

   "This...!" Josh hesitated.

"Mr. Qiao, it's not good. Our stock has a limit down. In addition, all 25% of our shares have been bought by other companies!" Suddenly, at this time, the secretary walked in and faced Josh. Whispered, Josh's face changed drastically in an instant.

   "Okay, I sign!" Josh looked at Zao Wou-ki, and the company would be acquired if he didn't sign the contract.

   "Okay, Miss Qiao, your actions are absolutely wise!" Zao Wou-ki smiled.

  ……

  At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, the Song Group and the Qin Group jointly held a press conference for cooperation. The Qin Group will inject 1 billion into the Song Group. At the same time, the Song Group issued another 100 million renewable shares.

As soon as this news came out, the business community instantly boiled over. The next morning, the stocks of the Song Group, which had already fallen by the limit, rose sharply as soon as the stock market opened. By the end of the afternoon, it directly broke through the highest price since the opening of the Song Group. The daily limit is up.

  Twenty-five percent of the stocks that were originally maliciously acquired by other companies became a bubble completely under the impact of this 100 million yuan of regenerative stocks, which did not account for a few percentage points at all, and the hostile acquisition ultimately failed.

  In a villa.

  Song Zhenhua sits on the sofa with a blue face, and two **** beauties next to him sit on the sofa, with messy clothes and some unidentified liquid on her body.

  Ten minutes ago, the three people were still fighting on the sofa, but at a critical moment, Song Zhenhua received a call. After learning about the situation of the Song Group, he broke the phone directly.

  Everything he carefully planned was completely destroyed by the capital injection of the Qin Group.

Originally, Song Zhendong died and the stock plummeted. He set up several shell companies, bought the shares of the Song Group on a large scale, controlled a certain amount of shares, and then joined other shareholders to force Song Qian. Zhao Da United, instantly shattered his plan.

"Huh! My niece, this is what you forced your uncle. Don't blame your uncle for being cruel. Since you won't let me live, then I won't let you live!" Song Zhenhua said coldly, then picked up the phone next to him. Dialed a number to go out.

"Hey! Master, the matter failed. It almost succeeded in the first place, but the Qin Group made a kick and it made me unable to cope with it. What do you see, I think it's best to hurt them directly!" Song Zhenhua was right. Said on the phone.

   "Hmm! I see, you come here for a while!" A hoarse man sounded through the phone, and hung up after speaking.

  Song Zhenhua put on his clothes after finishing the call and left the villa.

  ……

  Song's house.

  This was originally a day worth celebrating, but the entire Song family was sad. There was no other reason. Song Zhendong died. Even in the face of the company's resurrection and appreciation of such a major event, everyone did not have any thoughts to celebrate.

Song Qian fainted Song Zhendong’s body and set up a mourning hall in the villa to guard Song Zhendong’s spirit. Qin Tian and others accompanied him. Song Zhendong’s business partners from all walks of life also came to participate in Song Zhendong. Funeral.

   "Steward Qiao, the brother of the chairman is here, and he said he would pay homage to Director Zhang, what do you think!" A servant walked in and looked at Josh and asked.

  "Tell him, as long as he doesn't make trouble, he is welcome here!" Josh looked at the servant, and the servant nodded, then turned away.

After a while, Song Zhenhua came in with bodyguards. Song Qian looked extremely annoyed, but what did he say, Song Zhenhua did not make trouble, and worshiped Song Zhendong in a normal way. She couldn’t say anything. The dead is the most important. I don't want to have any dispute with Song Zhenhua in front of his father's coffin.

"Niece, we may have something unpleasant before, but we are still uncles and nephews after all. If you have any problems in the future, please come to your uncle. Uncle can help!" Song Zhenhua looked at Song Qian politely, and then didn't care about Song. Qian turned around and left.

  Not long after, the two policemen Mei Hong and Wang Yi also came over that day and sent Song Zhendong a wreath, and then they asked Song Qian to discuss about Song Zhendong’s death.

"Miss Song, we investigated the video footage of the community, as well as the several suspects you sent to the police station and the investigation of the dead Zhang Dafa. We now initially suspect that the murderer behind your father may be someone next to you. According to Zhang Dafa’s phone records, we tracked down a phone number from the United States. This phone number has very ordinary contact with Zhang Dafa, especially the day before your father’s death. After the killing, the phone and Zhang Dafa were disconnected. We tracked the location of this phone number, a public phone from California, USA. According to the video recording of the phone booth inside, we found that this person and your uncle Song Zhenhua who just came back I really want to!" Mei Hong looked at Song Qian and said.

   "Song Zhenhua!" Suddenly Song Qian jumped up almost entirely, extremely excited, with an extremely angry expression in her eyes. When Josh saw Song Qian's appearance, she hurriedly held her, afraid that Song Qian would be too excited and something would happen.

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