Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

Mediterranean.

The weather is getting warmer, and this place has become a toy show for the top rich.

The local tyrant from the Middle East swaggered across the sea with a 180-meter-long speedboat, and happened to meet a certain wealthy N generation of the old Qian family, the old enemy.

The enemy met with jealousy.

The two sides directly started the "my bigger and longer" primary school chicken scolding, like two gorillas showing off their male symbols.

Until, a speedboat longer than the two of them passed silently and low-key, and the aquarium with the great white shark on the splint was shining.

The world is quiet.

Mr. Qing, who was lying on the artificial beach, put on his sunscreen and stretched out his hand, and the 34th housekeeper handed him a tablet.

The latest progress of the Heir Contest has been compiled to him.

"It's boring." He coldly commented on the actions of the financial geniuses, Internet geniuses, and entertainment geniuses who were high on the list.

"Idiot." He re-evaluated the pitiful tailgaters and contestants who had quit the game.

The wrinkles on the richest man's face did not relax until Qing Qin's new progress appeared.

The housekeeper serving him observed his words and expressions: "Mr. Xiaoqing successfully made the name of Qiqi on the Internet this time, collected the evidence provided by netizens that Qiqi was once well-known in the country, and also passed the public opinion. Forcing justice, it is impossible for FunFun to be involved in the lawsuit."

"Three birds with one arrow." Mr. Qing's raised eyebrows flattened, and his eyes turned to the great white shark in the pool next to him.

He opened another file, which was impressively the distribution of forces behind many contestants.

Even if the contestants can't tell the facts of the competition, more than one hundred people enter and leave the mansion of the richest man on the same day, and a large number of small companies are airborne, which is enough to attract the attention of all capitals.

"It seems that the balance of the game still needs external force to maintain the balance," the richest man stared at Qing Qin's empty behind-the-scenes forces and smiled, "Young people don't like to reward old men when they broadcast live. If you're happy, give this kid something."

The crash is over, but it still has to work.

Qing Qin returned to the company and went to the factory to inspect.

The public opinion fermented last night, and today's online orders showed an explosive growth.

The recently established network department is very busy, orders are sent out like a stream, and even the workers outside are full of pride and red faces.

"Mr. Qing," the new little girl was the first to notice Qing Qin standing at the door like a ghost, and waved excitedly, "Our sales in one night exceeded 100,000!"

The employees behind her also cheered when they saw Qingqin.

A series of "Boss Qing is good", "Boss Qing is awesome", and "Boss Qing is so handsome today" broke out.

"Oh," Qing Qin nodded weakly, "You guys come on."

He thought, since there is no way to cut off the source of income, it is better to expand the expenditure: "Everyone will pay double bonus this month."

"Long live Mr. Qing!" The entire office immediately became a sea of ​​joy, and only Qing Qin stubbornly interprets what is called gloom.

He turned around, leaving behind a mysterious figure in the eyes of an employee.

I want to be alone, Qing Qin is downcast.

Meng Yu didn't let him go, stepping on high heels, holding the document and coming over anxiously, when he looked up, he saw Qing Qin's haggard face.

Ah, Mr. Qing must have stayed up all night for the heat of public opinion last night, and now I have to trouble him because I am too incompetent.

But the matter is urgent, she still said: "Mr. Qing, the big thing is not good."

And this kind of good thing, Qing Qin suddenly became energetic: "Don't be nervous, say it."

"Our inventory is not enough. Although Mr. Li has upgraded the production line, the supply is still not enough. The network channel will soon be out of stock." Meng Yu said in one breath Duanhua did not forget to put forward his own suggestion, "Our factory must be open 24 hours a day, recruit more workers, and let them work three shifts."

Oh, I am not stupid. Qing Qin cleared his throat: "If you don't increase production, you will be out of stock directly through online channels."

"But this is the best time to sell!" Meng Piao was anxious.

Qing Qin's footsteps were fast, and he looked like he was in a hurry, leaving only one sentence: "I have my own arrangements."

Meng Wei stopped and chewed these words carefully, with a small flame in his eyes: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Meng Yao brought his legal counsel over and raised his eyebrows when he saw his sister's high fighting spirit.

"General Qing said that we don't need to expand production, what we want now is a sense of mystery. Upstairs!"

"You always say that." The corner of Meng Yao's mouth twitched.

As a result, legal counsel Li Zhi also pushed his glasses and joined the battle: "It really is Mr. Qing. When we only see the immediate interests, he has already planned the next step."

"Yes, I originally thought that Mr. Qing's face was haggard in the morning because he was strategizing last night. Now that I think about it, I was thinking about whether to expand production. I actually ran to urge Mr. Qing to expand production earlier. Not sensible."

"No, that's not right. Although Mr. Qing can handle all this by himself, he is also a person who is willing to discover talents and cultivate talents. You take the initiative to make suggestions and think for the sake of the company. It's always a pleasure.”

The two chatted enthusiastically, their faces were full of enthusiasm, like a cult scene.

Meng Yao only felt that she was too normal to fit in with them.

Do we really know the same person?

Xiao Qing's brainwashing ability is really terrifying.

She couldn't bear to shatter her sister's fantasies, and did not stress that they came here to supervise Mr. Qing not to lose the game maliciously, and knocked on the door for herself.

"Come in." Qing Qin's slightly cold voice sounded.

The two little fans immediately put away their expressions, raised their chests and abdomens, sorted out their instruments, and made a "we are professional" expression.

Meng Yao: I really should find a chance to let President Qing see your true colors.

Li Zhi took the lead and put the documents that he had organized overnight on the table: "Mr. Qing, this is the evidence I sorted out last night. The packaging, sales records, recognition of major taxpayers, etc., we have also filled up the parts that were lost in our Qiqi archives."

He concluded with high spirits: "Now we have enough evidence to carry out well-known trademark certification, and the wind direction on the Internet is indeed in our favor!"

Qing Qin: "Fuck."

He leaned back in the computer chair, out of the corner of the eye he could still see the crocodile with its mouth open in the photo album, and the voice squeezed out of his teeth: "Do as you say, give it to you Bonus."

"Okay," Li Zhi only thought that Qing Qin was letting go of his worries, and vowed to make up for the knife, "I will immediately apply for the certification of a well-known trademark and smash the colorful conspiracy."

"No, no," Anyway, give Colorful a chance to save yourself, maybe my good teammates on the road to bankruptcy can have any new actions, Qing Qin immediately changed the subject, "It's not easy for you, today On a day off, we will go to Xunweizhai, the best restaurant in the city, for a meal, which is a celebration feast."

"This, we haven't finished the lawsuit." Li Zhi hesitated.

"Zhang Chi is moderate, the combination of work and rest is the right way, no one will work for me today," Qing Qin pressed down and stopped his words, "Meng Yao, the meal expenses will be paid from the company's account. Go up. In addition, each employee is given 1,000 meal allowances every month, so that they have the strength to work when they are full.”

As soon as the holiday news came out, everyone began to sing their praises and pack their things in joy.

Xunweizhai.

Zhang Shan stood at the door with a polite smile.

Today, he invited a person who spoke to the court in Jingzhou, and specially reserved the best private room, just to have a few words with people.

During this time, Qibao successfully turned around and put the colorful into an embarrassing situation. Mr. Deng, who had vowed to get the Chengdong Industrial Park for them, no longer mentioned that matter, which made the current situation even worse.

For now, only by winning this lawsuit can we turn around.

However, just wait and wait, you can't wait for anyone to come.

The director of the marketing department behind him answered the phone with a look of embarrassment. He exchanged glances with the people around him for a moment, kicked the ball back and forth, and finally was forced to accept the fatal task.

"Mr. Zhang." The director of the marketing department stepped forward, clasped his hands, drooped naturally, and lowered his head to shout.

"What are you doing," Zhang Shan turned his head, rolled up the document in his hand, and gave him a hand impatiently, "Fuck your ass."

"The one is not here."

"What?!"

"There is a lot of uproar on the Internet, and the public opinion is not good for us, and the higher level has begun to pay attention to this matter. That one... must avoid suspicion."

Zhang Shan smashed his head several times, and a series of unbearable curses spewed out.

Passers-by who came and went all looked shocked and disgusted, and some even stopped and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Before Zhang Shan could vent his anger, three buses drove to the door of Xingwei.

"What's going on," Zhang Shan said with a displeased look, "When will you be able to park at the entrance of Xingwei!"

A pair of long legs stepped out, Qing Qin got out of the car in a blue suit, wearing brown sunglasses, with a cold expression.

Behind him, the chattering staff of the network group flew down like birds and started taking pictures.

The production team was relatively cramped, but they also began to look around, and their eyes were full of curiosity and pride.

"Welcome." Manager Xunwei said with a smile, not caring about Qingqin's indifference at all, and said enthusiastically, "The second floor is all left for you, I hope everyone in Qibao can have a good time! "

"Thank you." Qing Qin took off his sunglasses and hung them on the second button of his shirt, and was about to enter the door, ignoring the colorful crowd at the door.

Zhang Shan has never been insulted like this in the first half of his life, old and new hatred intertwined, he rushed up like a bull that saw a red cloth: "This is not that we sell miserably online every day What's the matter, Mr. Qing, I still feel in the mood to come here to eat and drink."

"Sorry, who are you?" Qing Qin was already in low air, and when he saw the person rushing up, he asked rudely.

Meng Yao, who was behind him, burst out laughing, and everyone else tried their best to hold back their laughter.

What's more shameful than your opponent not knowing you?

Zhang Shan was so angry that his face was deformed, and he was about to raise his hands in anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm a black belt in Taekwondo," Qing Qin was not someone to be slaughtered, seeing that he wanted to use force, he easily clamped his wrist, "I suggest you don't do it, Otherwise, I'll have to pay you medical bills."

Zhang Shan's arms were so hard he couldn't move.

He recalled the gangsters who had been subdued by Qingqin before, shit, he really couldn't beat them.

Qing Qin stopped the man who came out to attack him inexplicably, turned to the manager Xunwei and said, "I hope your store can strengthen security."

"That's what it is." Manager Xunwei nodded desperately, "Mr. Qing goes in with me first."

Qing Qin snorted and walked into the restaurant.

"Mr. Zhang, what should we do?" The marketing director asked cautiously, "Go back?"

"Go back to you big bastard!" Zhang Shan was furious, "Let's wait for him to come out and slap the ownership of Qiqi in his face!"