I Can See The Indescribable!

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In the center of Yangcheng City, Panda Building, recently Wang Cong was worrying about funds. For some unknown reason, his father actually packaged and transferred the Wansheng Group to a consortium who didn't know where it came from.

Some well-informed investors, who did not know where they got the news, actually knew that their father's transfer of Wansheng Group was a complete package and gave the entire Wansheng Group to the old consortium, and his father had no money.

These investors all believed that their father had collapsed, and themselves, as sons, were also implicated. Some investors withdrew their capital from Panda Group, which caused the entire capital chain of Panda Group to break.

Wang Cong still still doesn't understand what kind of nerves his father has gone so far as to package up the Wansheng Group and give it to that old consortium... who knows where it came from, Wang Cong can't understand it at all.

What made Wang Cong even more anxious was the panda he created.

Now that the capital chain is broken, it can only apply for delisting and bankruptcy, and Wang Cong still owes hundreds of millions of debts.

Anxiously, he picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was Li Bowen who had played very well before. This made Wang Cong a little puzzled. He knew that Li Bowen was from the Li family in Longcheng, and he often played together, but it was all by himself. Inform Li Bowen, Li Bowen rarely calls by himself.

"Bowen, what's wrong"

After getting through the phone, Wang Cong was a little puzzled. Li Bowen was just a guy who played well at ordinary times. These... rich second generations all have their own circles. Although they play together, they don't have much friendship. , This is also the reason why Wang Cong encountered difficulties and there was no rich second generation to lend a helping hand.

"Brother Wang Cong, I want to ask you something..."

In the RV, Li Bowen told Wang Cong everything he knew, which made Wang Cong feel very confused and... astonished.

That's right, it's just... stunned, what about old days, redemption, and it's not a novel, even if it's an online drama that I invested in and filmed, I dare not write like this, because this information has no beginning and no end, and it is completely confusing.

The old Wang Cong...knows one, after all, his father just transferred the Wansheng Group to the old consortium.

"In the old days, I never heard about redemption from my father..."

"However, I have a little understanding of the old consortium."

Gently tapping on the table, Wang Cong briefly said something about the old consortium taking over the Wansheng Group. Of course, Wang Cong would not say that his father gave the Wansheng Group to the old consortium.

Click.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Cong frowned. Although he is a rich second generation, Wang Cong is very smart, and he is even called the husband of the nation on the Internet. Originally, Wang Cong did not think deeply about Wang Jianguo's transfer of Wansheng Group. Decide.

But now, Wang Cong has thought a lot about it. It is definitely not a simple matter for the Li family in Longcheng to call and inquire. Moreover, in the old days, the news of redemption really made Wang Cong feel puzzled and weird.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Cong dialed his father's phone number. These days, because he was busy with his company, Wang Cong did not talk to Wang Jianguo.

In Villa No. 3 of Haiyun Xinju Villa, Wang Jian was inspecting and directing the biochemical puppet to bring all the documents he needed, and then saw the phone ringing on the table.

"Take my hand here."

Inside the brain cylinder, Wang Jianguo felt a little guilty about his son. After all, he donated the Wansheng Group to the old Freemasons and did not leave any money for his son. Wang Jianguo said that Wang Jianguo felt ashamed of his son.

Regarding... his son's character, Wang Jianguo is very, has been under the protection of his own, smooth sailing, Wang Cong has offended some people over the years, Wang Cong's company is facing bankruptcy, Wang Jianguo also saw it on the news.

However, Wang Jianguo did not intervene.

I have been busy with the affairs of the old Freemasonry before, and I just freed up my hands.

"Hello, Xiao Cong."

The biochemical puppet controlled Wang Jianguo's mobile phone and pressed the answer button. Wang Jianguo's voice came from the vibration box outside the brain cylinder, as usual majestic and serious.

"Dad, what is the meaning of the old redemption message you sent?"

"Also, is this information related to the old consortium?"

Wang Cong uttered all the questions in his heart, listening to his son's question, Wang Jianguo was silent for a moment.

"Xiao Cong, don't ask or ask about the old consortium. It's not something you, an ordinary person, can know."

"Also, I will help you solve your problems."

Wang Jianguo didn't want his son to get involved, because what the Freemasons faced in the old days was unknown, mysterious, incomprehensible, and horrifyingly weird. His son, as long as he can feel at ease as a rich second generation will be fine.

"Dad, have you been kidnapped?"

Wang Cong was stunned when he heard his father's words, and then suddenly came up with an idea, maybe his father was kidnapped, otherwise, why didn't he show up when the shares were transferred.

"You boy, stop making some brain-dead web dramas in the future, what kind of kidnapping..."

Wang Cong's sudden words made Wang Jianguo angry and funny, he reprimanded him with a smile, and then Wang Jianguo's tone became serious.

"Whoever told you that I transferred the Wansheng Group, I have nothing."

"Although I can't tell you the specific situation in detail, your father and I are now members of the old consortium."

Wang Jianguo's tone was full of pride, and Wang Cong was astonished. From Wang Jianguo's tone, he could hear that his father was full of joy and pride for being able to join the old consortium. Who was his father? : I am sincerely proud and honored to be able to join the old consortium.

The old consortium...what the hell is it? Wang Cong's mind is full of the old consortium now. Although he doesn't know what the hell the old consortium is, the consortium that his father is proud of is definitely not the ordinary...consortium.

"Okay, Xiao Cong, you can't understand the affairs of the old consortium, don't think about it, I'm fine."

"Preliminary estimate, I can still live for a long time..."

Wang Jianguo was aware of his son's character, so he warned again, but at the last sentence, Wang Jianguo's voice became weak, as if he was whispering to himself.

Wang Cong hung up the phone in a complicated mood. The phone call did not resolve Wang Cong's doubts. On the contrary, Wang Cong's doubts deepened. He was concerned about the old consortium and his father.

Wang Cong didn't hear Wang Jianguo's last words, he just looked at his mobile phone with a slight frown, and a sum of money was injected into his private account.

500 million Wang Cong didn't react to 500 million, after all, he is the son of the richest man, so Wang Cong really didn't take this amount of money seriously.

What he really cares about is that what his father said is true. Although he transferred the Wansheng Group, he can still control the Wansheng Group.

call.

Gently exhaling, Wang Cong leaned on the boss chair, dazed in a daze. He could sense that a huge force was slowly surfacing. This force was so huge that his father would easily Wansheng Group was transferred out in order to join this force and be proud of it.

Wang Cong decided that he needed to go back to Haiyun Xinju Villa. He wanted to talk to Wang Jianguo in person to satisfy his curiosity.

"President, they are here."

At this time, Wang Jianguo came to Villa No. 7, and respectfully said to Luo Ming who was standing there and looking ahead.

"That kind of thing, you can solve it yourself."

Luo Ming's flat voice sounded, he didn't care about... this matter at all, those... who were invited didn't care if they came or didn't come, they didn't care about... Luo Ming influences.

What he cares about now is the area in front of him. In front of Luo Ming, colorful lights flicker at a high frequency, occupying an area the size of half a football field.

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