Chapter 1859 (1/2)

Your territory.

You're messing around.

My territory.

Don't beep.

Before.

Tang Qing won't let zero play the way of the consortiums. After all, those guys are not easy to provoke. They have so much capital and power that ordinary people can't imagine.

But.

Now it's time to let go.

Consortia.

The most terrible time is when they have the same interests. However, when there are internal differences, the threat will be greatly reduced. Because, there are differences, on behalf of someone who may be behind.

Not enough is done.

There is more to lose than to lose.

It also applies here.

Now.

Plus ERV, there are at least three major consortia level forces that will prevent radical action against Myanmar. There are many small consortia under these major consortia, as well as a bunch of capital forces and political forces.

Not to be underestimated.

So.

The plan to stir up the trouble from the inside of the consortium has been a success.

Of course.

This doesn't mean that we can make waves at will. Once we reach the bottom line, we will also be hit. The three major consortiums are just stirring up the water, rather than jumping backwards. To jump, they are also in the next stage.

First, the development of obscenity.

Another wave.

Ten minutes later.

The meeting ended.

”Ah!”

Tang Qing pretended to stretch, though not tired at all.

Suddenly.

A hint came from the ear.

”Sith is in critical condition.”

Sith.

Of course, Tang Qing knows the cause of the disease. To this end, he can only say: go. I'm old, and I'm learning how to toss myself. Don't worry. I'll help you spend your family property.

This game.

The loser is Sith.

But.

The winners are not the two consortia. The soldiers have made great efforts to make the Sith family carry a pot that can't be cleaned at all. Naturally, they don't want to make a wedding dress for others.

Just kidding.

Mine.

Mine.

It's all mine.

。。。

Three days later.

Greece.

”I'm sorry.” The attending doctor regretted.

Sith died.

Outside the ward, several descendants looked sad and their pillars collapsed. All the young people who looked at the corner of the wall with their eyes together were him. They did all those stupid things, which made Sith angry.

Yes.

That's right.

And now the family is isolated by the consortia. Damn it.

”Bang!”

One punch.

The young man was knocked to the ground. He covered his face and looked at his eldest brother angrily. ”I'm also for the good of my family. What's wrong, it's just a failure. I can't be held responsible for everything.”

”Oh.”

”I see.”

”You must be ready to take this opportunity to choose and cancel my inheritance. Why can't you do this? Whoops, whoops, stop fighting, stop fighting. I know it's wrong. Spare my life.”

”I'll fight back.”

”Ouch.”

“。。。”

In a minute.

On the ground lies a young man with a face full of love. Good days, it seems that it's over. My inheritance, no, can't wait to die. I can't just be a tramp.

I'm only twenty.

Young.

Handsome.

There are ideals.

There are pursuits.

There are a lot of younger sister paper waiting for me to comfort them. I can't let them down... I can't feel my body. It seems that I've kowtowed my head. OK, I'll faint for a while.

For a moment.

Just... A little while.

”PATA!”

With his head askew, the young man fell to the ground.

For this.

No one cares too much.

”Feign death?”

”You better not wake up, asshole.” The eldest son said angrily, inheritance right, after you, what are you thinking? I will see your money. I want the whole family.

Consortia.