Shenhao: Kill ten shops instantly with eight yuan at the beginning

Chapter 1571

"Whew~

" "Whew~"

John Rockefeller gasped for breath, and under the action of a large amount of oxygen, John D. Rockefeller quickly calmed down.

Although he wants to kick Mens Duroux out now.

But the only remaining sanity told him that he couldn't do it!

If he did, the alliance he had so hard built up would break in an instant.

Even if he wants to kick Mens Duroux out, it will have to wait until he has enough people and enough strength to kick Mens Duroux out.

Thinking of this, a coldness passed through John D. Rockefeller's eyes.

Originally, he also wanted to buy horse bones and "live in peace" with Mens Duroux.

Even if he gave up a small benefit, he was willing.

But now his mind had changed.

Mens Duroux was even more greedy than he had imagined.

He's a wolf who can't be fed.

Gritting his teeth, John D. Rockefeller took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Chandler's number.

"Doodoo~"

After three busy tones, the phone was smoothly connected.

"Chandler, it's me John. "

It's time to pay back the favors you owe to the Rockefeller consortium..."

Without any fuss, John Rockefeller said straight to the point.

He now had to gather more strength in a very short period of time, and he didn't have time to beat around the bush.

"Tell me, old John, what do you want me to do for you?"

said Chandler on the other end of the line, after a moment of deep silence.

"Sniping SMIC,"

John Rockefeller said in a deep voice....

......

Huaxia, Hong Kong Island, SMIC Headquarters.

Zhou Ziwen's right hand holding the teacup shook wildly uncontrollably, and the tea in the cup was even more churning up and down, just like Zhou Ziwen's churning heart at this moment.

Yes!

At this moment, Zhou Ziwen's heart has already set off a monstrous wave.

Just now, Lao Fang, the head of SMIC's finance department, hurried to him and told him a shocking news.

The deposit in SMIC's current account has exceeded 300 billion

! Or dollars!

Zhou Ziwen could hardly believe his ears.

He never imagined that SMIC would one day be able to sit on such a large amount of liquidity.

"Gollum~

" Zhou Ziwen swallowed his saliva carefully, and then asked tentatively: "Old Fang, what are you talking about?How much money does our company have in our account now?"

"300 billion! No, to be precise, it's 364.2 billion!" In

front of Zhou Ziwen, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses trembled and said.

As SMIC's Chief Financial Officer, he oversees all of SMIC's funding.

Originally, Lao Fang felt that money was just a string of numbers in his eyes.

It is impossible for his heart to fluctuate because of money.

But now he realized he was wrong.

And it's quite outrageously wrong!

It doesn't fluctuate for money, it's just that the amount of money doesn't reach a certain level.

When the amount of money exceeded his psychological capacity, the old man's psychological defense line collapsed in an instant!

He trembled all over, his eyes were red, and his whole person was shrouded in excitement.

364.2 billion

! It's still dollars

! That's an astronomical amount!

And that's not the most important thing, the most important thing is that it's still rising.

The old party had no idea how far it would eventually accumulate.

"Whew~

" "Whew~"

Hearing this, Zhou Ziwen gasped heavily, his eyes full of heat.

Rao is usual qi cultivation kung fu is good, and at this moment, there are huge waves in his heart.

It's too much!

"Lao Fang..." Zhou Ziwen was just about to speak, but Lao Fang didn't wait for Zhou Ziwen to finish speaking, and directly interrupted: "Mr. Zhou, this is not the most critical!"

Zhou

Ziwen's eyelids jumped suddenly.

The heart suddenly rose to the throat.

"Old Fang, what do you mean?" Zhou

Ziwen said cautiously.

"Mr. Zhou, this number is not the end, there are more funds that are being remitted into the company.

"Judging from my experience, it won't be long before the funds in our company's account will exceed 500 billion!" said

Lao Fang with a solemn face.

"What!"

At this moment, Rao is Zhou Ziwen couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

500 billion

dollars!

This is something he could not have imagined.

But this happened so really in front of his eyes.

"Huh~

" "Huh~"

Zhou Ziwen gasped heavily, and his body shook violently.

Only this time, he was not afraid, but excited!

With such a large sum of money in charge, even he could not keep calm.

After a long time, Zhou Ziwen calmed down again.

"Lao Fang, this money was also remitted by CEFC?" Zhou

Ziwen asked.

"Yes and no!" Lao

Fang nodded, then shook his head again, and said, "Among the money, of course, there is a remittance from CEFC.

"But this time, CEFC is far more than the only remitter.

"Mr. Zhou, this time the entire Chinese business community is sending us money.

"Our SMIC is the focus of the whole country this time.

"Hiss~"

Hearing this, Zhou Ziwen gasped.

Originally, Zhou Ziwen once believed that the remittance was most likely from Ren Huafei and other companies closely related to SMIC.

But when he heard Lao Fang say this, he suddenly found that things didn't seem to be the case.

This time, not only Ren Huafei and others participated.

Even the entire Chinese business community is involved.

SMIC has become the focus of the entire Chinese business community.

This made Zhou Ziwen happy at the same time, but also secretly frightened.

There is a saying

that when things go wrong, there must be demons.

Such a big battle made him faintly feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

It's like something bad is about to happen.

"Check, find out what happened to me.

"It's impossible for the business community to send money to us for no reason, something must have happened."

Zhou Ziwen said sharply with a straight face.

After Zhou Ziwen mentioned this, Lao Fang also realized the seriousness of the problem at this moment, the smile on his face gradually converged, and his expression became extremely serious: "Understood!"

Answered, Lao Fang turned around and left.

"Jingle bell~"

However, at the moment when the old man turned around, the mobile phone in Zhou Ziwen's pocket behind him suddenly rang.

The latter took it out and looked at it, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

The caller ID is none other than Su Lang, the real owner of SMIC.

"Lao Fang, wait..."

Zhou Ziwen waved his hand to stop Lao Fang.

"Mr. Zhou?"

"It's Mr. Su!"