Cosma Empire

This is my empire!

Mr. Angmora was still murmuring in his sleep, if nothing else happened, the money he earned in the past six months was more than the profit in the past one to two years.

Among them, the authorization fee is a big one. In addition to the authorization fee, the channel fee is also a huge expense.

That guy Du Lin is too stupid, but he just used one of his patents. Not only does he need to pay tens of millions of patent fees, but he also needs to transport and sell his own products through his channels.

It sounded nice when I said it, saying "use my patent, although you will be charged a licensing fee, but we also provide low-cost transportation services and underwriting services, avoiding your excess expenses in transportation, storage, and sales."

Right, it sounds like Du Lin is a good person, and everyone really believed that at the beginning, but it's actually not the same thing.

The cost of transportation, the cost of warehouse storage, the commission of sales, each step is just an unobtrusive share, but it is a bit of a headache to put these things together.

Last year's turnover was about 30 million yuan, including 3.2 million patent licensing fees, and various sharing agreements that accounted for about 25% of the total turnover, which is 1,000 yuan. about ten thousand.

Du Lin took away nearly 10 million of the 30 million by himself, which was almost equivalent to the net profit of 10 million being swallowed by Du Lin in one gulp!

Then he has to pay taxes himself, which requires liquidation of costs and various expenses. The annual net income is less than eight million.

But look at the income in the past six months. Without the patent licensing fee and the fees of various sharing agreements, the sales in the second half of the year are expected to be more than 25 million.

The income for this half year alone is more than last year's income, and much more, at least 10 million in net profit.

If it can maintain this momentum of development in the coming year, its annual net profit will be at least 20 million or even more than 25 million.

In the past, this was an almost unimaginable income, but now everything has become possible. As long as Du Lin can't escape this danger, everything will become full of light.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to embrace the girl beside him. Although Mr. Angemora was in his fifties, with some gray hair and some baldness, he thought it was a characteristic of a mature man full of charm.

The girl next to her has just acted in two movies and played the supporting actress in the play. Although she hasn't made a big name yet, she has already won the support of some die-hard fans with her innocent looks.

Angmora liked this girl very much, and felt the pulse of youth from her energetic body, and that youthful atmosphere was often the most fascinating.

Only after losing youth can we understand the preciousness of youth.

But his hand felt empty, he opened his eyes slightly, the light in the room was a little dark, and there was no one on the surrounding beds, he got up and walked to the window and opened the curtains, the new sun outside the window was slowly coming Rising, as was his ambition!

The golden light shone into the room, decorating it like a sacred palace, just like his royal palace.

He stretched himself out,

As soon as he turned around, the smile on his face froze in an instant. He remained motionless like a wax figure in a wax museum. A bead of sweat secreted from the pores on his forehead, hung on the tip of his nose along the wrinkles, and rolled down after a while.

With his muscles in disarray, he forced an ugly smile on his face, "This...may be a misunderstanding!"

Standing in the room were three men wearing round felt hats and long black trench coats. They wore black gloves and carried long boning knives in their hands.

This boning knife is different from ordinary household kitchen utensils. It has a certain arc and is very thin and sharp.

If it's dealing with bones, this kind of knife can be broken into two pieces with only one close contact, but if it's only dealing with some pieces of meat or fascia, its sharpness will be ridiculous.

There is no skin, muscle or fascia that can stop it, and even if it stops for a while, it will be split into two with its cutting edge making a nice paper cutting sound.

The three guys who couldn't see their faces didn't answer his words, which made Mr. Angmora's fear spread even more unscrupulously deep in his heart. He swallowed and took a step back, "What do you want?" ? Money? Women? Or something else?"

"Three million, I don't ask who you are, I don't ask who sent you here, I use three million to buy my own life. I don't ask for three million, so you will never make a move, as long as you let me go once!"

Those three people kept their previous standing posture as if they couldn't speak, and the long and narrow blade hanging by their sides reflected the luster of metal from time to time, which made Mr. Angmora even more flustered.

"Ten million, well, I admit that I gave less, ten million buys my life, this business is not bad, my friends. Have you ever seen what it looks like when ten million is piled up, maybe you Your employer only gave you a little money, but I have ten million here."

"Conditions remain the same, I don't ask anything and you don't need to tell me anything, I will give you the money, and then you take the money and leave, it's fair!"

Mr. Angemola was completely wet with sweat, sticky and uncomfortable. What's more uncomfortable is that he is very nervous, scared, wants to shit, has some nausea, and has an indescribable feeling all over his body. Feeling uncomfortable, even breathing becomes difficult.

Seeing that the three of them still remained silent, he had already realized something, and his heart sank into the boundless hell.

At this moment, the phone in the bedroom rang suddenly. He was startled by the sudden phone call, and looked at the phone and the three men in the room in fear.

At this time, one of the guys said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Angemora, maybe you should answer this call first!"

He was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the side of the bedside table as if he had found a life-saving straw, and eagerly picked up the phone and put it next to his ear, "I'm Angemola, who are you?"

While his life was hanging by a thread, he recalled the honorifics he often used when he was young, and he knew very well that the result of this call represented whether he could continue to live, enjoy all the beauty of this world and breathe freely.

At this time, he bowed his head piously like a true believer, listening to the voice from heaven.

"I've been troubled for the past two days...", as soon as the voice appeared, Mr. Angmora immediately remembered the owner of the voice, and his body began to tremble. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to interrupt the other party , "Everything seems strange."

"Today there is a man who dared to show his teeth at me, and tomorrow that man stretched out his claws again."

"One naive guy told me that fear doesn't rule the world, but he didn't know that fear can end stupidity."

"In view of your performance during this period, I am very, very disappointed. I thought we would be good friends, but obviously you don't think so..."

The voice from the earpiece made Mr. Angmora more and more panicked. He immediately interrupted the other party without thinking about other things, "Mr. Du Lin, Mr. Du Lin! Please listen to my explanation... "

"Explanation? No, I don't need that thing. If you want, go to hell and wait for me!"

"Beep...beep...beep..."

There was a pop, just like the sound made by the inspectors in the grain depot when they pierced the sacks full of wheat kernels with steel pipes. Mr. Angmora lowered his head and raised his hand to touch the suddenly protruding chest. knife point.

He raised his wrist, looked at the bright red liquid on his fingers, and twisted it, it was slippery and sticky.

There were continuous puffing sounds, the tip of the knife danced and danced on his chest, appearing and disappearing from time to time, the strength was quickly slipping away from his body, his eyes widened and he gasped heavily, every time he gasped It will bring a whistling sound when the bellows is pulled.

Just when his vision became dim, a hand behind his head pressed his head on the bedside table, and then the whole world spun and became darker and darker.

About ten hours later, Mr. Angemola's body was found by the vice president of the company who came to look for him. After the police arrived at the scene, they notified the Police Investigation Bureau.

According to the regulations of the empire, the police station is only responsible for the detection of ordinary cases. Once the case has social influence or is a major criminal case, there will be an investigation bureau that will continue to be responsible for the detection work.

More than a dozen agents came from the Bureau of Investigation, including two senior agents. They took the most advanced instruments and various equipment to fiddle around in the room for a long time, but found nothing in the end.

In the report to their superiors, they believed that this was a murder case handled by professional killers, which had been carefully planned and arranged, and did not leave any clues. Case reference, whether it is possible to combine cases.

Simply put, the Bureau of Investigation doesn't want to take care of this matter.

The person who was killed was a well-known big entrepreneur in the local area. If the case is handled well, there may not be any benefits, but if it is not handled well, it will definitely get reprimanded and even downgraded, so why take it into your own hands? inside?

The murder of Mr. Angmora quickly spread in a small area. Some people turned pale when they heard the news. From the investigation report, they learned that Mr. Angmora had been stabbed ninety-nine times. One internal organ was left intact.

In the end, a knife was stuck in the back of his head, accompanied by some horrific photo records, which made some big people couldn't help but spit it out.

Who killed Mr. Angmora is a mystery, but some people have realized something.

That night, while Merlin was watching TV with Suri and their children, the phone rang.

"Mr. Merlin, after our discussion, we think that the pricing of the authorized patent fee is not reasonable..." Merlin frowned deeply, but then he showed a dumbfounded expression, "The price is too low , the price level four years ago is completely incomparable with the current one, so we agree that it should be increased by 10% to be reasonable. If you have time, we hope to sign a new agreement as soon as possible..."

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