How did i become a god

Dong Lingxi was making a mask in the women's club when he received Jing Gao's call.She was the only one in the quiet and elegant VIP room, lying flat in a soft chair comfortably.Put the mask on the pretty face.The beauty of women is piled up by money.

"Ms. Jing, have you decided?" Dong Lingxi was a little surprised, and talked to Jing Gao with his mobile phone on and hands-free.

At this moment, what can Jing Gao want to do to see Zhao Canglong?It can only be sum.So she asked very tactfully.At the same time, I feel very sorry.In fact, she is looking forward to Jing Gao's win!Never thought he would be scared so quickly.

She knew about Li Wei.

On the phone, Jing Gao smiled, "Is there any decision not to decide. You can make an appointment with him. I know you can do it." The tone was very strong.

Dong Lingxi also felt the change in the height of the well, speculating in his heart, and said: "Okay, Mr. Jing."

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Dong Lingxi later called Jing Gao back, and the meeting time was about five days later, next Monday morning, at Jinghe Clubhouse.

Obviously, Zhao Canglong did not take Jing Gao seriously.Sum up?Is this what you ask for?

At about nine o'clock in the morning on Monday, June 6, Jing Gao took a black 7-series BMW to Jinghe Clubhouse in the Poly Building in Shunning District.

The elevator to the 60th floor went straight up.The city scene in the early summer in the capital is here.The glass curtains of high-rise buildings glow with hot sunlight.Bodyguard Fu Ye carried a briefcase and followed Jing Gao.

"Ms. Jing, hello." Lu Gangyu, who has a good relationship with Jing Gao, waited at the door, shook hands with him, and whispered: "Ms. Jing, bear with it for a while!"

In the past few days, there has been another land auction in Hebei province. I heard Lao Xie said that Xia Shang Real Estate Group did not bid any more and evaded Canglong Group.

Jing Gao gently patted the back of Lu Gangyu's hand, took his kindness, and followed to Banquet Hall 1.

At this time, the WeChat group of "Jinghe Four Years Spring" has exploded.

Aliens are coming: Our young and energetic well has already come.I just saw Lu Gangyu, a textile worker, lead him in.

Painting: a large face-slapped scene!How many people were waiting in Jinghe this morning?

Your uncle is your uncle: backache, still at home.Waiting for you to broadcast live.

Wei Wuji: At San'er's house, right?

Miss Dong: No live broadcast.Just talk about the four of us.The content of the conversation is confidential.

Big bird is like me: Oh!After today, President Jing is afraid that he will leave the group and will not come to Jinghe again.

Cuckoo Pigeon: It must be so.

Aliens are coming: +1.

I am Xiao Ai: Ha ha, who made this Chief Jing provoke before!Young and frivolous.

Fatty Ma: He is a big fool!

Fatty Ma: I think there are a few who can't afford it.What is he?

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The No. 1 banquet hall on the 66th floor is about two to three hundred square meters.The decoration style is western, restrained and luxurious, with gray and white as the main style.

The current decoration style is not popular with the former local tyrant gold and Chinese red.The local tyrant with the big gold chain is quickly going away.It is popular to see true kung fu in the details, to show honor and difference.

When Jing Gao came in, the three people sitting on the brown sofa in the middle of the living room: Zhao Canglong, Fatty Ma, and Dong Lingxi did not stand up.

Zhao Canglong sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette slowly, enjoying himself, and very comfortable, as if he didn't even realize that someone was coming.

Dong Lingxi put down her mobile phone and picked up a teacup to drink tea, her eyelids drooped, covering her thoughts.

Fatty Ma glanced at Jing Gao contemptuously, and said without a smile: "Oh, isn't this Manager Jing? What are you doing?" He just cursed Jing Gao in the group.

Jing Gao didn't bother to look at Fatty Ma, then glanced at Zhao and Dong.Haha, it's really a diverse world!He raised his hand and looked at his watch, at 9:59 in the morning.Sit down for yourself, "Mr. Zhao, you are still 1 minute away from bankruptcy."

"Puff......" Dong Lingxi turned his head and spouted tea.What Jing Gao said... it was... it was so, she couldn't describe it.Too ridiculous!

"Haha! Haha!" Fatty Ma laughed directly, patted his thigh with his hand, his stomach hurts.

The corner of Zhao Canglong's mouth was slightly tilted up, with a cigarette in his hand, he glanced lightly at Jing, and said, "It's not surprising that you can't stop talking! I was going to dry you. Okay, you go on. I'll listen."

Jing Gao smiled faintly, fulfilling his wish, "The second point, I am a major shareholder of Canglong Group. Your chairmanship of the board of directors will be lifted immediately."

Dong Lingxi looked speechless, Xingyan looked at Jing Gao.

Fatty Ma continued to laugh, "Haha!"

Zhao Canglong couldn't help laughing, so he had a little soot in his spare time, and said, "It's a good idea. If you want me to go bankrupt, then you want me to lose control of the Canglong Group. It's almost a copy of the ruined family. But..."

Before saying a "but", Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang.He directly interrupted the laughter of Fatty Ma who echoed in the luxurious hall.

Zhao Canglong answered the phone smoothly, "Hello?"

An anxious voice from HSBC's trader came from inside, "Mr. Zhao, you are out of stock."

What?

Zhao Canglong only felt the blood surge, and it was a bit painful.Liquidation, the term in futures means: the funds he invested have run out of losses.

Without three-pointers, you will never go to Liangshan.He commissioned HSBC to operate, not investing in oil futures with huge risks.But stock index, stock and interest rate futures, option products, etc.He invested a total of 120 million.

The banquet hall No. 1 is very quiet. Fatty Ma and Dong Lingxi can clearly hear the voice on the phone: bursting!

The muscles on Fat Ma’s face were a bit stiff.It's more skillful!He seemed to laugh loudly.

Dong Lingxi put down the fragrant tea in his hand and looked at Jing Gao seriously.

Zhao Canglong hung up the phone, looked at Jing Gao with a gloomy look, then glanced at the reaction of his little brother and the woman, and chuckled, "That's it?"

His family has a big business, and his loss of 120 million in investment makes him painful.But it was not enough to make him bankrupt.

At this time, Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang again.

Zhao Canglong frowned and connected the phone.This time it was not a bank employee, but he transferred from the Canglong Group a manager who specializes in stock investment for him on Hong Kong Island, and said frustratedly: "Mr. Zhao, today’s opening is a bit horrible. We bought a dozen stocks across the board. Tumbled. The book loss was as high as 300 million."

As the manager of stock management, he had to notify Mr. Zhao of this loss.

Zhao Canglong couldn't hold back a bit, and shouted sharply: "What's the matter?" His assets are around 5 billion.This net worth cannot be all cash.They are distributed in equity, real estate, stocks, futures, automobiles, yachts, etc.

The combined loss of stocks and futures was nearly 500 million, and his liquidity was nearly drained.

"Mr. Zhao, watch the game for yourself. We may have been targeted."

Zhao Canglong asked Fatty Ma to bring a computer, opened the software, and looked at the all-red interface on it. He almost didn't vomit a mouthful of old blood.

The rise of A shares is red, while the decline of Hong Kong stocks is red.

Jing Gao sat on the sofa and said, "Mr. Dong, help me pour a glass of red wine."