Supreme Stock God

Chapter 664

The moonlight is like water, Zhou Hao sits alone on the rooftop, quietly looking into the distance, it is impossible to tell whether it is the sea or the sky. The two rounds of the moon in the sky are bright and charming, but I don't know which side is true and which side is false. .

Looking into the distance, Zhou Hao was lost in thought. Which two rounds of moons are indistinguishable from true and false, just like his past and present life, like a dream and illusion, it looks as if everything is real, but it gives Zhou Hao the illusion of a beautiful moon, sometimes thinking about it. , I really don’t know if the previous life is a dream in this life, or this life is a dream in the previous life, after waking up, everything becomes empty again.

In the previous life, Zhou Hao's life was extremely rough and ups and downs. The family was poor. Although his parents were still alive, his father never fulfilled any responsibilities, making Zhou Hao the same as living in a single-parent family. And the hardship and embarrassment of life also made Zhou Hao taste the warmth and warmth of humanity early, and finally became self-reliant, but his mother Yan Tong died of liver cancer. When he got better in his career, he was betrayed by his girlfriend. He was also killed by the man and the dog.

It can be said that Zhou Hao's last life was a tragedy. Therefore, after he realized that he was born again, he used his prophetic memory to try his best to change the original situation, and now he finally eliminated the possibility of tragedy in the previous life.

However, even though Zhou Hao encountered many people and things in this life that he had never experienced before, Zhou Lichang before, and Zhou Qiyao now made Zhou Hao reflect on it.

Has he changed?

It is true that both Zhou Lichang and Zhou Qiyao in the past can be said to be out-and-out villains, but when he treats them like this, has he also become a villain who is inhumane and profitable like them?

It seemed that he had killed a lot of people. Zhou Hao stared at his smooth palms as if they were stained with blood. In the previous life, he was a good citizen who obeyed the law, let alone murder, even cats and dogs dared not hurt him. But in this life he killed so many people, who would dare to call himself a bloodthirsty fanatic? The central government even regards itself as a hero of the country. After all, most of the reason why he kills is to protect himself or protect the interests of the country.

Holding on to the railing, Zhou Hao couldn't help but laughed at himself: "I just read "The Book of Zeng Wenzheng's House" just now, and he said that he shouldn't be so persistent. How come I think about it again, hum, hum... It seems I still Tender."

At this time, Zhou Hao smelled a refreshing fragrance, and a soft and warm texture came from his back. A tender body like a soft jade was pressed against his back, and his hands were hugged from under his arms. Up him.

Regardless of the beauty behind, Zhou Hao could also recognize her from the fragrance on her body. It was Liang Xiaobing.

"What are you thinking about?" Liang Xiaobing's face was pressed against Zhou Hao's broad back.

Zhou Hao raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to feel the fishy sea breeze blowing on his face, which was very cool.

"Xiao Bing, did I treat Zhou Qiyao and the others like this too much?" Zhou Hao's voice sounded a little lonely.

Liang Xiaobing shook his head: "Actually, you have done your best to treat them like that. Speaking of which, your so-called uncle keeps saying that you are disrespectful and disrespectful, but he has never done what an elder should do from beginning to end. Your grandfather was in trouble and he didn’t save him. You really didn’t have the obligation to help them, and you didn’t owe them any kindness. Instead, they wanted to use your relationship to get the uncles to help them. It’s extremely selfish, according to me. Ah, you should have cut off from them a long time ago."

Zhou Hao smiled: "They are indeed not worthy of help, and I have not regretted everything I have done, I am just worried, will you feel that I have become as unkind as them."

"How come." Liang Xiaobing comforted: "In the eyes of Su Lin and I, you are the best man in the world. Look at the other rich men, not to mention those super rich with assets similar to yours. Zhou Qiyao and the others, don’t they also have a lot of people who do bad things so anger and resentment? Which of them can donate billions to do good deeds like you?"

"I don't dare to be this, I am not just for doing good deeds, at least it is also impure." Zhou Hao laughed.

"Anyway, after you do this, thousands of people will benefit. In their eyes, you are the compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva." Liang Xiaobing also laughed playfully, and said: "My uncle used to tell me before. One of the people passed by in a hurry and faced countless choices. However, as long as we can be ashamed of our hearts, we don’t need to care about the opinions of others. When he died, he also said that when he was a legislator, he did not He is truly incorruptible, and he has also collected money for personal gains, but he has never made mistakes before making a big mistake, and has never done anything to harm the citizens. So when he is dying, he does not need to repent and feel guilty."

There was a mist in Liang Xiaobing's eyes, because her uncle treated her like a daughter, and the relationship between the two was very deep. Thinking of her uncle's death, she felt sad. But she still held back her tears and said, "He was still smiling when he went, saying that he has no regrets in his lifetime and no regrets after his death."

"It's a saying that you have no regrets before you die, your uncle's realm is very high." Zhou Hao sighed.

Yes, as long as you are not ashamed of your heart, there is no need to stick to these things at all.

"Also, although you are unkind to Zhou Qiyao and them, you take care of your uncle and them very much." Liang Xiaobing smiled at Zhou Hao: "If you were a person like Zhou Qiyao, how could you do this."

Zhou Hao turned around and hugged Liang Xiaobing into his arms, looked at her shameful face with a closed moon, and said sincerely, "Xiaobing, thank you."

"Thank you, we are not strangers." Liang Xiaobing pouted.

"Yeah, yeah, it is justified to be a wife to comfort her husband." Zhou Haolang laughed and stared deeply at the jade man in front of him.

Compared to the actress whom I admired in the previous life, Liang Xiaobing is now a completely different person, more beautiful and more real. Zhou Hao in the previous life never thought that she would really become her own woman. .

At this moment, Zhao Yuqin, Li Ruolan, Yan Qingqing and other women appeared in his mind, and his heart became warmer: "Yes, whether this life is true or true, or a dream What does it matter? As long as they are accompanied, everything is enough and everything is worth it."

Liang Xiaobing, who was leaning in Zhou Hao's arms, quietly enjoyed Zhou Hao's hug, and thought about the same as Zhou Hao: It is already the happiest thing in this life to meet Zhou Hao.

Under the clear sky, Zhou Hao drove his dark gray "Maserati" sports car that had just been picked up and drove into Central. Although the steering wheel of Hong Kong cars is set on the right side in contrast to the domestic ones, Zhou Hao has already been familiar with it when he came to Hong Kong before, and there will be no mistakes like Zhou Zhiyi.

Although this "Maserati" is a sports car with a hard-top open top design, Zhou Hao did not intentionally or unintentionally open the car hood like other rich kids, but maintained a low-key luxury. On the other hand, because he is going to the Galaxy Investment Company today, he does not want to be discovered.

Under Zhou Hao's instruction, Galaxy Investment Company has always followed the route of "making a fortune through silence". Even though they have swept away tens of billions of dollars from the financial market in just over a year from their establishment to the present, and even became one of the main forces driving changes in Indonesia, few people know their existence. As an international financial center in Hong Kong, the financial sector organizes many unofficial exchange meetings and social events every year to provide opportunities for various investors in the industry to cooperate and communicate. Galaxy Investment Corporation has never attended, even if they are now Hong Kong or even Asia. The strongest financial investment bank in the range.

As the saying goes, wealth should not be visible, especially Zhou Hao has many enemies, so he doesn't want others to know the existence of Galaxy Investment Company and his relationship with it.

Song Jiahao, the butler who helped Zhou Hao manage the Galaxy Investment Company, was solemn to Zhou Hao’s arrival. When Zhou Hao walked into the company, he saw a thick red carpet from the door to the inside of the company. The staff separated the two sides of the carpet. When they saw Zhou Hao, they bowed deeply like Miss Yingbin, and shouted in unison: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, welcome Mr. Zhou!"

There was even a young and beautiful female employee in her twenties who came out from the side and presented a bunch of flowers to Zhou Hao, just to put on a wreath for Zhou Hao.

Seeing Song Jiahao approaching, Zhou Hao smiled and cursed: "You guy is disgusting me deliberately, right? It's all made up like this, I'm not a big leader."

Song Jiahao scratched his head: "This is also to show your boss that we all respect you. Besides, in our eyes, you are more important than any leader."

In this regard, Zhou Hao just smiled bitterly, seeing those outstanding financial talents of different nationalities, different races, and standing there like Miss Yingbin at this time, making him always feel awkward.

"Okay, okay, don't engage in these falsehoods in the future. Our company doesn't pay attention to this, but it is the most practical to make money." Zhou Hao walked in with a smile, and the employees on both sides agreed with him when he heard what he said. I admire him for his pragmatic style.