"Dang!" As the stock market hammer dropped, flowers and ribbons flew, and the crowd cheered in unison.
Zhaomin Culture was listed on Planet Ilim with a market value of 8 billion star yuan, which doubled within thirty minutes, becoming the most popular stock in five years! This is not only a victory for Zhaomin Cultural Enterprises, but also a victory for all staff involved in the listing!
Zhao Min, who owned half of the shares, held a glass of red wine and was surrounded by the crowd with a smile. He stood on the high platform in the dark blue center and looked down at all living beings. At this moment, Zhao Min is graceful and aloof, like a queen wearing a jeweled crown and ruling the world from now on!
The overall style of Planet Ilim is full of copper odor! But there is no doubt that this is the craziest place in the galaxy where money flows! This is the utopia for all gamblers, speculators, and dreamers! The stock market here will never have restrictions such as t+1, price limits, and restricted shares. Because what Ilim pursues is the freest and most unrestrained crazy finance!
Going to heaven in one second and going to hell in the next is a common thing here! Even if you lose all your money, Ilim will provide you with a final choice - Genting Tower. Turn left to become a slave, turn right to jump for free...
Forty minutes later, Zhao Min was protected by the green-skinned guards and left the Deep Blue Center amid the cheers of the crowd, carrying a transfer amount of up to 6 billion star yuan! At this moment, Zhaomin Culture, whose stock price is slightly stable, has changed hands four times, and its ownership structure is so complicated that it took five analysts a week to sort it out.
Just as Zhao Min was standing on the high platform. When you act like a queen and attract attention in public. Secretly, Reimu Hakurei took action on his behalf, and after several short and intense negotiations. Dawn finally cashed out completely.
Zhaomin Culture has no further contact with Dawn.
"8.5 billion star yuan! Wow~! I'm rich!" Little Reimu seemed to be wrapped in money, intoxicated and transformed into countless star yuan symbols, which circled around her crazily. 8.5 billion star dollars. About the cost of two or three dreadnoughts. If we talk about market value alone, there are countless companies that may be able to crush Zhaomin Culture! Among the top ten military enterprises, the smallest ones cost hundreds of billions of stars. But it is not that simple to cash out into 8.5 billion star yuan. This is the biggest deal this year in the entire galaxy!
When Cerberus was at its peak, its annual net income was only one to two billion star dollars. And now all this. Zhao Min, Lu Yuan, and Ling Meng achieved this in less than a year with the support of Dawn!
However, the market value of Zhaomin Culture is much more than that. If you pursue maximizing money, then it is possible to cash out 120 or even 15 billion. But Zhao Min chose to trade with the Wallers - we all know the characteristics of the Wallers, greed for money and selling Turians - although the Turians are their nominal bosses, this does not stop them from selling Turians at all. Human passion.
so. The final quotation is "6 billion star yuan + a complete set of Turian warship information (including frigates, cruisers, dreadnoughts, aircraft carriers and even special ships before 2160". In addition to the previous dilution of shares and cash out, and the operation that has been in operation for more than half a year Dividends, liquidity, etc., there are still about 2.5 billion star dollars...
"As long as we survive tonight, tomorrow we will bring 8.5 billion star yuan and our battleship information. We will leave Ilim in a big way!" Zhao Min was wearing pure black armor, and alloy clothes fit on the body, accurately outlining it. Showing off her exquisite curves. Zhao Min holds a "Locust" submachine gun in his left hand. This is a version that has been modified with a thermal rod magazine. The double magazine can provide a full sixty rounds of shooting.
"This time, let the Wallers steal the chicken but lose the rice!" Zhao Min opened the "Wizard" multi-tool, and a blue holographic glove and alloy long sword appeared in Zhao Min's right hand.
Ilim, which has extremely free financial and trade, has a very rigid bureaucratic rule - large amounts of capital outflows cannot be carried out at night. It just so happens that all listing operations open at dusk and reach their climax at midnight. Therefore, this rule becomes very interesting... The bosses of Ilim call this rule, "The last chance to save." Everyone knows that at this time, any means must be used!
From here we can know what the Waller people are planning. Zhao Min is the most delicious snack on the planet Ilim tonight. Countless people have prepared knives and forks, and some people have extended olive branches to Zhao Min. But Zhao Min didn't care - he was just a clown, a chicken and a dog!
"I'm here to help, too." Little Reimu, who was also wearing red and white armor, was holding a strange royal coin. Even though she is about to go into battle, it seems that her dress style is still that of a miko with her armpits exposed. But looking at the tangled arcs on the imperial coin, it doesn't seem to be that easy to deal with.
The two live on the top floor of Zhaomin Building. Outside the house, the sounds of explosions and gunfire were already close at hand.
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Randolph, a level 7 citizen of the Turian Empire (level 27 in total, level 2 for new recruits, first-level sergeant of the Ilim Special Forces), is 29 years and 11 months old this year - he has officially retired from the army and returned to his hometown to find a girl. Marriage - only 1 month left.
He stood behind the pillar, gesturing silently with his left hand, and his eighty brothers spread out towards the two wings. Although there are more advanced communication methods, in Turian military thinking, any communication is likely to be intercepted and interfered with. Because although the Turians are a military power, they have never been the most technologically advanced race in the galaxy.
So most of the time, they prefer to believe in sign language.
A dozen turian warriors began to attack from the front, using assault rifles and grenades to shoot at the opponent. After a few rounds, just as expected - the green-skinned warriors on the opposite side began to get excited - they began to fight back while charging forward excitedly! This is playing into Randolph's trap.
From the previous battles, he discovered that although this kind of green-skinned warrior was extremely passionate about fighting, he was not afraid of death. However, there is a lack of discipline and unified command, and the military quality is very low. When the Turian warriors outflanking from the side and rear raised their guns, the outcome was already determined!
The green-skinned warriors who charged forward had their shields stripped away quickly after being exposed to the muzzle of the gun, and were immediately knocked down by the cross-fire lines in the middle of the charge. Their large-caliber shotguns failed to cause any casualties to the attackers.
"A very brave warrior!" After the floor was cleared, Randolph knelt down in front of a killed green-skinned warrior. He gently touched the armor worn by the man - the armor torn by projectiles turned outwards, bleeding green blood. At the break of the armor, you can see hundreds of layers of fiber fabrics and thin metal sheets in the interlayer. There is also an anti-burn coating on the surface. The sophistication of this kind of armor is even better than that of Turian soldiers. equipment.
This is not a good sign...
"Be careful with the corpse! Shoot again immediately! He may not have been killed..." He said it was too late. The "corpse" lying down suddenly started to move and stretched out a big hand to grab his ankle.
"Yoo, buddy!" The green-skin grinned ferociously with his bleeding mouth. Randolph watched helplessly as the greenskin ripped open a tube attached to his butt...
Then seven or eight explosions sounded one after another, and overwhelming flames swept through the entire next level!
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"Is anyone alive?! Answer me! Is anyone alive?!" Randolph called loudly on the communication channel, but couldn't hear any answer... He weakly dropped the scrapped shield in his hand, which was what saved him just now. Killed him. Then he began to crawl to the side, leaving a dark brown blood trail on the ground where he passed.
"I can't die...those damn Fatty Wallers, I want to kill them first!" Randolph murmured, trying to wake himself up. When he knew what information the Wallers had lost "again", he almost took out his gun and shot that damn fat man Waller! Those materials, including those provided to the Waller people according to the "2167 Agreement", and some they obtained themselves, God knows... those are the warship materials that the Touareg Empire is most proud of!
Even though he resisted firing at that time, the disgusting fat man still kept chattering, "The information doesn't matter, you must get my money back! This is an order!"
"Sir..." Finally, the voice of his companion appeared on the channel, making Randolph sigh in relief. He activated all the medical capsules vigorously. After the glue sealed the wound, he leaned against the pillar and gasped, waiting for the wound on his leg to be numbed and the bleeding to stop - in the explosion just now, he lost a leg. . Randolph forced himself to concentrate on counting the answers rather than thinking about the leg that had left...
The explosion just now completely changed his view of those green-skinned warriors. Respecting opponents and enemies is the tradition of Turians. Because it was not an explosion, but countless sounds connected together, covering almost the entire next level! Whether they are living or dead green-skinned warriors, there are actually bombs tied to them... No wonder there are legends on the planet Ilim that the green-skinned guards around the queen are extremely terrifying...
"It's my fault, I underestimated the enemy." Randolph said on the channel. After the explosion, out of the more than 80 Turian commandos, there were only less than 20 left, and most of them were seriously injured, just like him. "Now, we need support..."
"Sorry!" Just as he was thinking this, with a low voice, a thin blade penetrated his armor from behind and stretched out from his throat.
Countless black figures emerged from the shadows, and no matter where they were, his men were all killed silently at the first opportunity! Although Randolph's throat was penetrated, he died without leaving his body. When he was dying, he saw those people wearing armor similar to that of humans, but they were all slim and slim, and they seemed to be all women...
"A...Sally..." These were Randolph's last words in the world.
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ps: today. (To be continued.
