"I don't know what the point of you doing this is."
"What do you mean, what do you mean it's meaningless. You just need to explain your problem."
"Let me explain, I have nothing to explain. I have already forgotten why you brought me here. By the way, nothing big happened outside."
"I advise you, don't take yourself too seriously. The external affairs have nothing to do with you now. We will deal with the external affairs naturally. What's wrong, the world can't function without you people?"
"Who knows. I don't quite understand. You are the seventh group of people who have come to interrogate me today. What do you want to ask me? Okay, stop acting and don't bother me. , everyone should go to bed early."
There was silence in the interrogation room for a moment. The person being interrogated seemed to be communicating with someone using a tiny earphone.
"Okay, then you should have a good rest."
The interrogator suddenly left without warning, leaving the person being interrogated confused. He originally thought that the other party was going to bombard him with fatigue all night. But he seemed to realize something immediately and frowned.
He couldn't sit still. He glanced down at the rope in his hand. He sighed and closed his eyes.
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Opposite Xiang's house, there is a snack stall that has been open for decades. The snack stall has four square tables, sixteen chairs, and a pushcart. This small stall is open on time at 10pm every night, 365 days a year, rain or shine. This stall only sells one kind of food, Chai Yao Wonton. The reason why he can drive for so long is because the Xiang family across the street is his long-term customer.
The soup of the wontons is chicken bone soup cooked during the day. The soup is sprinkled with golden egg skin, shrimp skin, and chopped green onion. Today's wontons are stuffed with shepherd's purse. The fillings of the wontons here are not static and change according to the season. Although it looks like just an ordinary bowl of wontons, only those who have tasted it know the taste.
As soon as the wonton stall opened today, all seats were occupied.
"Lord, why should we go in?"
"Don't be in a hurry. The Xiang family is quite busy today."
The two whispered in Japanese.
"Lord, what exactly are we here to do?"
"I'm not sure, but I can roughly guess. Just wait for the call."
"But Lord, I don't think they regard us as their own."
"It's not their fault. We are not prepared to completely treat them as our own. This is fair and everyone gets what they need."
At this time, the wontons were served, and the four people at the same table all shut up. They picked up their spoons and started eating. Several people's brows widened at the same time.
A small bowl of wontons, a few dollars of food, and the purest deliciousness allowed these Japanese people to experience something they had never experienced before.
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Today's Xiang family is as lively as the Chinese New Year. Various partners who work with their family, or people who beg for food under the Xiang family, line up every year on New Year's Day to pay New Year's greetings to the head of the Xiang family.
There are many guests tonight, but the scene is completely different from the Chinese New Year. What these people are holding are not gifts, but large and small bags that are as heavy as various weapons. They are here to collect debts.
The Qian family in Shanghai, the Qi family in Jiangnan, the Wang family and Tian family in Qilu, the Xie family and Ma family in Jingzhou, and the Lin family and Liang family in Fujian Province. As if they were worried that the Xiang family would be wiped out tomorrow, these people rushed to come tonight to talk to Xiang Shaoqin about terminating the cooperation, or to ask for early settlement of debts. Of course, these people are not as arrogant and domineering as the previous two. After all, they are not brothers who grew up with Xiang Shaoqin, so they have no right to get angry for no reason.
Xiang Shaoqin still didn't let these people into the house. He ordered people to set up a round table at the entrance of the garden and invited the bosses who came from afar to have tea.
Muzishan was not very interested in this kind of scene. He sat down on a stone bench in the distance. Although he was far away from the round table, he could still hear the contents of the negotiations clearly.
Overseas cooperation worth tens of millions, stocks worth hundreds of millions of dollars held by the two families in each other, and even artificial project funds of just a few million dollars. Muzi Mountain is really
I can't understand that since we are all Chinese and have similar backgrounds, don't we have a little bit of empathy? They never thought about what would happen if they encountered the same difficulties as the Xiang family one day if they forced the Xiang family like this today. Because of the slight gain or loss of immediate interests, the position is lost. Then the fate of these people in the future can only be reduced to docile sheep in other people's sheepfolds. If others want your wool, you have to give it to them; if others want your meat, you have to cut it off.
Muzishan became a little impatient as he listened. He began to recall the previous battle, and every movement of Ni Lin flashed through his mind frame by frame. After integrating yin and yang, most things in this world are not difficult for Muzishan. Now his learning ability is unparalleled. Many things already have prototypes in his head. As long as he sees a real master take action, he can transform them into a divine form. It was undeniable that Ni Lin's marksmanship was the best he had ever seen in the world. He was thinking about getting an iron gun, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Carrying a gun everywhere you go is not balanced at all.
Suddenly Mu Zishan seemed to think of something. It was too obvious for these people to take action against the Xiang family tonight. Could this be part of someone else's calculation?
Muzishan took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. The call was quickly connected, and the person talking on the other end of the phone was a girl.
"I am Zishan."
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"They're all fine."
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"As you know, he has been detained by the authorities and cannot contact you. By the way, is there nothing strange about your Zhang family tonight?"
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"Okay, I understand, tonight is unusual, you should be more vigilant."
Muzishan hung up the phone and dialed another number.
"Happy, how many people have you arranged near the Xiang family?"
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"Okay, you all go to Zhang's house."
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"I just had a phone call with Nian'er. She said that the area around their home is as usual, and the biggest problem is that it's too peaceful."
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"I know, but have you ever thought about why they want to deal with the Xiang family with such vigor? I think if the other party must attack tonight, they may have more than one target."
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"Yes, if it were me, I would choose to grasp a higher point. We want to add chips to the Zhang family."
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"I know the Xiang family will be in danger, but they have to take action. We can't guard against thieves for a thousand years."
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"Zhang Qilu's relatives are all in the Zhang family, so nothing can happen there. At least nothing can happen tonight."
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"Don't worry about me, they won't deal with me that easily."
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"Okay, take care of yourself too."
Muzishan was finally a little excited at this moment. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. After all, in the entire China, except for those hidden masters, he had not encountered an opponent for a long time, let alone brought him a sense of crisis.
I remember last year, he and Yang Qianji met a group of desperadoes selling drugs in the southernmost part of Yunnan and Guizhou. These people did not have a complete inheritance like the Chinese cultivators, nor did they have their own system like the West. Some of them seem to have inherited some kind of wild power. It brought some trouble to Muzishan. But Muzishan also learned some interesting things from these people.
Deep in the jungles of Southeast Asia, there are several interesting groups of people at the junction of several countries. A warlord who failed in the coup and ran into the jungle to occupy the mountain and become king. A group of local aborigines. It is said that this tribe of people were originally sprouts from the Hundred Thousand Mountains of China. For some reason, they walked out of the mountains and ran to the jungles of Southeast Asia. Finally, there is a group of cults that use head-dropping techniques to control people. There are also some other smaller forces, hemp-growing armed forces, anarchist armed forces, etc., etc... In short, it is a lawless land where various forces intersect.
. Everyone there is extremely ferocious, and from time to time there will be a scuffle between various forces, and people's brains will be beaten into dog brains for a long time.
Muzishan and Yang Qianji rushed in like this. They were extremely arrogant in their gold and silver, like two walking checks. Soon they were targeted by those with evil intentions. The result is self-evident. Muzishan has no mercy towards those who do evil.
After a month of living in the jungle, except for the Miao people who lived there, all other forces suffered devastating blows from Muzi Mountain, including several thrilling battles. But the danger also brings very rich rewards. Gold, gems, cash, since then they have completely got rid of the life of relying on others' donations.
Mu Zishan actually has his own set of moral and ethical thought system since he practiced the method of yin and yang.
His views on money were even more extreme. He gave all the captured grain to the Miao indigenous people, and then gave some property that was inconvenient to carry. The reason why they did not give them all their belongings was because both Mu Zishan and Yang Qianji knew that giving too much wealth to such a simple ethnic group was not necessarily a good thing.
The balance of yin and yang is now like a concept engraved in Muzishan's genes. Since then, Muzishan has been troubled by the huge wealth. He is not Zhang Qilu or Qin Dao. Zhang Qilu can use his own ability to invest in others to create more wealth. Qin Dao is even more powerful. He can use his wealth to plunder foreign wealth. This ability is unique in the whole of China. It's not that no one has his financial ability, but that no one has his ideological realm. .
Muzishan will not use this wealth for charity, because he knows that all this is of little significance to the entire society and will only fatten a group of moths. Unless he does it himself, Muzishan has been going to hospitals and some really remote villages this year to give money to those who really need help, but the wealth given out is only a drop in the bucket.
Regarding contemporary economics, Muzishan also has his own understanding. Wealth is actually meaningless after reaching a certain level. Some people are already rich enough to rival the country, but they still pursue wealth tirelessly because those people actually have more to bear. In fact, they have no choice but to go. Muzishan doesn't even need Yang Qianji to support him, so he sympathizes with that kind of people.
There are prerequisites for all the money to be spent, the right time, the right place, the right people. At this moment, Mu Zishan feels that it is time, right here, to help Xiang Shaoqin. This may be the most appropriate use of this wealth.
Muzishan began to take out pieces of gold from the void, and then stacked them on the ground. On the first floor, then on the second floor, Muzishan took out 162 gold bricks weighing one kilogram, and stacked them into a pyramid. shape.
Muzishan's behavior quickly attracted the attention of the people at the round table, and there was soon silence from there. The current price of gold is around 300 Chinese coins. In fact, these golds are only worth about 40 to 50 million Chinese coins. The people present were all people who had really seen the world, but the visual impact was still very strong. After all, no one keeps tons of gold at home. They didn't know what this young man was doing, but everyone was shocked and speechless for a moment.
Muzishan walked behind Xiang Shaoqin, took out a wooden box, placed it on the table, and opened it. It was a whole box of gems. Half are masonry, and the other half are gems of various colors, some of which are cut and some are rough. The sizes of the gems are not small. The people here were blinded again, but soon everyone woke up. They were sure The value of these gems is no less than that of the golden mountain in the distance.
Muzishan said to Xiang Shaoqin, "Uncle Shi, just stop those small businesses that should be stopped. If they need money, just give it to them. Don't worry about such trivial matters."
"It's not enough, I still have more."
