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

Chapter 1604

"Hehe..."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziwen smiled faintly and said with disdain: "It was expected."

"It is said that interests are the strongest bond between people, but who knows, interests also happen to be the most fragile, and it only takes a little gap to fall apart."

Li Xueqian nodded thoughtfully.

Before, he also believed in the solidity of interests.

But now, Mens Duroux and others have taught him a lesson.

Interests may not be the strongest.

Sometimes the interests are even fragile.

"Mr. Zhou, then let's go next..."

After a little muttering, Li Xueqian spoke again.

"Increase the offensive, completely confirm our strength, and let the Rockefeller Alliance completely collapse!" Zhou

Ziwen said with half-squinted eyes and a cold tone.

Originally, in Zhou Ziwen's plan, he wanted a feint.

Shoot and run, creating a sense of crisis for Mens Duroux and others.

But now, the unbearable situation of Thomas Mellon and others made him decide to change his strategy.

Now Thomas Mellon and others must still have some doubts in their hearts.

So what he has to do now is to sit on this doubt.

Thoroughly solidify the strength of SMIC.

Li Xueqian is not a stupid person either.

After thinking about it for a while, I understood what Zhou Ziwen meant.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Xueqian immediately agreed: "Understood!" "

Let's do something."

Zhou Ziwen nodded contentedly and waved his hand at Li Xueqian.

The latter did not hesitate and turned away.

......

Mi country, Dulu consortium....

At this moment, the smile on Mens Durou's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a deep furrow between his eyebrows.

"Bang

!" Mens Duroux picked up the ashtray on the table, slammed it on the ground, and then roared loudly, "Why is

this happening!" "Who, whose funds are

sniping us?" "Yes! Why is this happening!

Just

now, Mens Duroux had just received the news that the company under the Duru family had been subjected to fierce sniping.

In just a few minutes, the stock price fell sharply.

This made Mens Duroux panic instantly.

"Chairman, the source of funds is SMIC!"

said in front of Mens Duroux, Frye said in a deep voice.

"Kick it!"

Mens Duru's legs shuddered violently, and his body took several steps back uncontrollably.

What did he hear

? SMIC

! It almost scared him to death!

You know, now that SMIC is desperately sniping Exxon Mobil Oil, how can the other side still have the strength to deal with them? "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" "SMIC is dealing with Exxon Mobil Oil now

. "

How is it possible to snipe us?" roared

Mens Duru, frantically.

There's no denying that SMIC is really awesome.

But Mens Duroux doesn't believe SMIC has the ability to snipe at two of the world's top conglomerates at the same time.

Is it impossible?

Frye only smiled wryly.

To tell you the truth, he didn't think it was likely.

No matter how awesome SMIC is, how can he snipe at the world's two top consortia at the same time?

But he wants to deny it vigorously, but what he can't deny is that this is the truth!

"Chairman, the other party has no hidden IP..."

Although Frye was very reluctant to admit it, it was a fact that he had to admit.

The other party didn't even think about hiding the IP, as long as they wanted to check it, they could easily find out.

"Kick it!"

Mens Duru's legs shuddered violently, and his body took several steps back uncontrollably.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything with his mouth wide open.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The entire office was silent.

Except for the heavy wheezing of Mens Duru.

It was only after a long time that Mens Duroux suddenly came to his senses.

His face was hideous, his teeth were clenched, and he almost squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth: "Quick, quickly notify the financial department to immediately suspend the sniping of SMIC, and return the funds as soon as possible." "

At all costs, pull the stock price up for me!" Yes,

this time Mens Duroux was really panicked.

Originally, when Exxon Mobil was sniped at the beginning, he didn't take it seriously.

He even thinks that SMIC is dying, or it won't be long before SMIC will run out of the last bullet and then be slaughtered.

But now, Mens Duroux suddenly realized that he was wrong.

And it's quite outrageously wrong.

What kind of dying struggle is SMIC?

This is simply infinite in substance.

While resisting the sniping of many consortia, he even had the spare strength to attack the Rockefeller consortium and him at the same time.

If it's just a dying throe, it won't do that at all.

SMIC has far more hole cards in his hands than they imagined.

"Understood!"

Frye's face was unusually solemn, as if he realized the seriousness of the problem.

At the very moment when Mens Duroux finished speaking, Fry agreed, and then turned and left.

"Wait—"

But just as Frye was about to step out of the room, Mens Duru suddenly stopped Frye.

"Chairman?"

Frye paused, his eyes inquiring, and turned to look at Mens Duroux.

"Get the PR department ready, I'm going to have a press conference now!"

said Mens Durrou, gritting his teeth.

Originally, Mensduru felt that the matter was not yet clear, and he originally planned to wait and see.

But who would have thought that the flames of war would quietly burn on him.

At this moment, it is impossible for Mens Duroux to think about "hanging high on his own business".

Now he desperately wants to cut off the Rockefeller consortium.

Take yourself out of the whole thing.

As for the favors owed to the Rockefeller consortium?

He's done enough, and he's paid back a part.

Moreover, compared with one's own vital interests, it is definitely one's own vital interests that are more important.

"I'll arrange this!" Frye

nodded, then lowered his hands and walked backwards to the door, seeing that Mens Duroux did not react, Frye turned to leave, and then went straight to the financial department.

"Whew~"

Inside the door, Mens Duru let out a long breath, and a chill flashed in his half-squinted eyes.

After a few moments, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Thomas Mellon.

"Doodoo~"

After three busy tones, the phone was smoothly connected.

"Hey,

Mens, why did you suddenly think of me?"

As soon as Mens Duroux spoke, he was interrupted by Thomas Mellon on the other end of the phone before he could finish speaking.