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

Qing Qin was sitting on the sofa of the private jet, the piano sound in his ears was like a flowing stream.

In front of him are musicians playing the piano attentively, behind him is a row of smiling servants and a cart full of various refreshments.

He turned his head, and through the porthole, he could see the large green space and sapphire lake below, and the vast ocean in the distance.

Inside the green field and the arms of the lake like a chessboard, there are huge and brilliant ancient Greek buildings.

The memory of the original owner flooded into my mind, recalling the many differences between his experience and this world, Qing Qin realized the fact that he was wearing a book like never before.

The time displayed on the mobile phone is still January 28, 2009, but he has entered a completely different world.

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The male protagonist Lou Junhao is a standard Long Aotian, who forbears for three years. Once the emperor returns, he takes over the family business, slaps his face and dominates the shopping mall. He has made great strides along the way, leading the Knowles Group to become the No. 1 real estate company, and he has also topped the Forbes Rich List.

Qing Qin is just an inconspicuous background cannon fodder.

He passed a series of tests, defeated a dozen candidates, and officially became the helm of the Qing's Group, airborne the richest man.

After inheriting the family business, this man resolutely develops in the direction of new energy, and it is a new idea when he hits his head. As a result, his instructions directly led to the "8.21" explosion, causing nearly 1,000 casualties and hundreds of billions of economic losses.

Naturally, this incompetent and conceited hapless man took the main responsibility, and was imprisoned with a bad reputation. He died of depression at the age of 32.

The Qing's group left behind was also shared by several groups dominated by Lou's, which accelerated Lou Junhao's rise to the position of the richest man.

Now, he will accept the invitation of the richest man to participate in the first round of heir selection.

The plane landed and taxied to a stop on the runway. Qing Qin stood on the escalator, surrounded by servants to the ground.

Behind it is the roar of the waves hitting the cliff, a natural passionate BGM.

"Mr. Qing Qin, please." The silver hair was neatly combed, and the straight-backed butler bent down.

"Good."

The butler straightened up and looked at the 100th candidate.

The young man in his early twenties had long hair, tied back in a ponytail, and black sunglasses covered most of his face. A black suit with a slender waist and long legs.

The housekeeper led him to the mansion in front of him.

The electric suspension bridge paved with white jade stretched out, cutting through the lake surrounding the mansion. The red carpet was spread all the way along the avenue, flanked by thirty or so bodyguards in black. They folded their hands behind their waists, not smiling.

Qing Qin passed through the triangular lintel supported by the Greek column, and the door with carved figures opened for him, revealing the splendid interior.

Behind the gate is a corridor with crystal chandeliers, paintings worth millions and clear gilded glass doors. Qingqin passed by at least two swimming pools, indoor beaches, golf courses, three multimedia rooms, and a private library.

Thank goodness this body has no shortage of exercise.

After more than half an hour, Qing Qin finally came to the depths of this cave full of treasures.

There are no lights in the dining room, only the yellowish light of candles.

The host set up a mahogany round table without any scruples. There was only a basket of steamed dumplings and two bowls of white porridge on the table.

"You haven't eaten yet. Sit down and eat and listen while you eat."

He was wearing a black and red Tang suit, with wrinkled hands with jade inlaid gold fingers.

The style is obviously incompatible with this mansion, but it seems to be the case.

Qing Qin sat on a mahogany high-back chair with a straight back and took a mouthful of porridge.

The housekeeper began to introduce, and the servant beside him held a contract in both hands: "Mr. Qing has no children in his life, so he selected 108 people from the thousands of people he has sponsored. The adopted son participates in this successor selection.

The selection process is confidential throughout, and all contestants must not disclose the selection content for assistance. The list of contestants is kept secret, which means that under normal circumstances, you will not know who your opponents are.

During the selection process, each round, you will receive the same amount of funds. After operating from six months to one year, someone will calculate your total assets and rank them.

All those who violate the law, whose assets are cleared or even negative, will directly withdraw from the selection. If there are more than half of the starting number in this round, the last-place elimination system will be implemented, and candidates below the median will be eliminated.

The reason for the elimination of each round will be announced, and I hope the contestants can learn from it.

After up to six rounds of selection, the final winner will inherit all of Mr. Qing's industries, including Qing's Food, Qing's Real Estate, Qing's Technology and other dozens of companies with a market value of 100 billion .

So, Mr. Qing Qin, have you decided to join this selection? "

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Qing Qin politely stopped his chopsticks and took a sip of lemonade: "Sounds tempting, but I refuse."

The voice fell, and the audience suddenly became too quiet.

Even though they are well-trained service staff, their jaw dropped. Among the 100 candidates who came in and out one day today, Qing Qin was the only one who refused without hesitation.

That is the inheritance of the five major groups with a total value of trillions!

That is the richest man in the world!

No one knows better than them what kind of wealth the owner of all this has, so he is even more astonished - this kid doesn't know what he refuses at all!

Only Mr. Qing's expression did not change. He calmly picked up a piece of steamed dumplings and dipped it in vinegar: "Eat first, we will talk later."

Qing Qin nodded and finished eating slowly.

The maid beside her handed them a white towel and a mouthwash cup to wipe their hands and mouth.

"You are the first. Let's go, let's talk." Mr. Qing cleaned up, stood up and held his cane, the butler by his side stepped forward and put an orange coat on him.

Qing Qin also got up and followed him out the door, walking along the stone path with him, passing the helicopter pad and squash court all the way.

"I remember that Qing Qin was an excellent child." Mr. Qing said.

The housekeeper bowed his head: "Qing Qin, 22 years old, male gender, male orientation, five years old to sign up for the Qing's training plan... Just graduated from Kyoto University with a double degree in finance and art.

Excellent performance from childhood to adulthood and numerous honors, as a candidate is absolutely qualified. "

"It's not just me who has this kind of achievement." Qing Qin was only a salted fish before he came, so how could he have the ability.

Mr. Qing was noncommittal, and brought Qing Qin to a stop in front of a silent lake.

The lake is dark green with algae and a few knots of dead wood floating on it.

"So, how much did Qing spend in order to train him?"

"Mr. Qing Qin has always been an S-level training target. The annual allowance for food and clothing is 5 million. Today, a total of 85 million is spent."

Qing Qin looked at the haute couture suit and Rolex on her body, you are really willing to pay: "I will work to pay off the debt."

"Repaying the debt?" Mr. Qing smiled briefly, "Child, money is not so easy to earn in this world."

There was a sound of sliding wheels, accompanied by a muffled howl.

Qing Qin turned his head and saw three people pushing a cart covered in red velvet here.

Mr. Qing raised a hand.

The red cloth was lifted, and below was a calf that was seven or eight months old. It was pitifully bound, with an apple in its mouth, and struggled helplessly on the cart.

Mr. Qing pressed his hand down.

One person in the cart carried the upper limbs, the other carried the lower limbs, and threw the struggling calf into the lake.

The water splashed all over, and a pair of dark eyes suddenly opened on a few dead trees.

It's a crocodile.

The bodyguards in black kept Qing Qin behind him to avoid the **** images hitting him.

However, smelling the **** smell in the air, listening to the constant bites and mourning sounds, Qing Qin only felt a chill down his spine.

He could imagine the terrifying predation scene ahead.

Mr. Qing's voice came from not far away: "According to Clause 13 under Article 8 of the training contract, when necessary, you will unconditionally obey Qing's work arrangement. Including, you can only take up the post after passing the exam. , a crocodile breeder with an annual salary of five million, eh?"

Qing Qin swallowed and tried to steady his trembling hands.

When the bodyguards returned to their original positions, only a faint pink remained on the water.

The dead wood was still silent.

Mr. Qing looked back at this young and vigorous candidate.

Mr. Qing's bad taste was well satisfied, he took over the contract and handed it to Qing Qin: "There are no cowards in our Qing family who run away without a fight. But after all, I am not a devil either. Well, if you refuse, you're just feeding the crocodile."

You make it clear, should I feed the crocodile or I will feed the crocodile?

Qing Qin: "What if I lose the heir selection?"

"Hahahaha," Mr. Qing laughed a few times, "The debt is written off, and a check of 10 million yuan is attached."

Qing Qin's eyes lit up.

10 million is enough for him to be at ease and stay away from the road of cannon fodder.

OK, 1 million loses 1 million, 10 million loses 10 million, I am a dog if I don’t lose the game!

"Of course," Mr. Qing leaned on his cane, "You can't lose the game maliciously, you can't do illegal things, and you can't use the game funds for personal enjoyment."

"How to define this?" Qing Qin quickly calmed down and asked Mr. Qing directly.

Mr. Qing patted the back of his hand: "It's very simple."

Two beautiful women in suits who look exactly the same, came out with a folder holding a folder.

The housekeeper introduced: "Considering your sexual orientation, two female ombudsmen, a part-time accountant and a personal assistant have been prepared for you."

The twin sisters Hua nodded, and the one on the left was the first to introduce: "My name is Meng Yao, she is Meng Yao, I'm very happy to work with you."

Qing Qin looked at the stumbling block in the future, and smiled politely: "Happy cooperation."

He picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract.

"There will be time to learn more in the future, and now we will continue our process." The butler clapped his hands and took them to a black velvet Ferrari.

He sat opposite Qingqin, with reports on the pad in his hand: "The first round of competition starts today and ends on July 28, a total of six months. Next, Qing Mr. Qin, you need to collect the initial resources for the first round."

"We will give each contestant an initial capital of 2 million and a small company with a total asset of no more than 3 million." The steward introduced and projected the company list on the table. "You can start choosing."

Qing Qin browsed through the company list at a glance and ten lines at a time, countless light and shadow flashed in his eyes, and finally settled on a financial statement that can be said to be quite bad.

"That's it." He settled.

The housekeeper smiled and looked down at the specific situation of this company. Rao has dealt with this process more than once, and his smile froze slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I like challenging things." Qing Qin leaned back, folded his long legs, and showed a smile of determination.