Reborn Rich To Rival Country

"Mr Khadgar, is there any problem?" Chen Mo asked with a playful smile.

"you you……"

Khadgar pointed at Chen Mo tremblingly, his anger burned through the sky!

This is already playing him like a monkey!

When did Khadgar suffer such humiliation as a child?

"If there is no problem, please receive the goods. By the way, I still have 50 million kilograms of goods just shipped from Baguo on the dock. As long as you pay the freight, I can send them back immediately. " Chen Mo laughed.

"Pfft~~~~"

Khadgar spat out another mouthful of old blood.

It's not an adjective!

Really vomited blood!

Bring your own food over, and then turn around and ship it back, and you will make double the profit every time you go back and forth!

This operation can simply be said to be shattering!

Leng Feng and others around Chen Mo all laughed.

It's so refreshing to see these foreigners slumped! ! !

"Walk!!!"

Khadgar almost crushed his back molars, and with the employees of the four major grain merchants, he got into the car and left.

Watching Khadgar leave, Chen Mo took a deep breath, smiled at Leng Feng and others, and said loudly, "Brothers!"

"We won this battle!!!"

"Complete win!!!"

Leng Feng and the others tore their clothes and screamed in the sky!

"what!!!!"

"Won!!!"

"Hahahaha, I won!!!"

These men who have personally killed the enemy and shed blood on the battlefield seem to have just won a difficult battle!

Do not!

For them, this price war is much more difficult than their war!

They fought, and the highest death toll was only a few thousand people.

But if Chen Mo loses this price war, hundreds of thousands of people in Daxia may starve to death!

"In the evening, I will treat guests, seafood, barbecue, fine wine, eat and drink, and live directly at Emgrand!!!"

"Long live the boss!!!"

"Wow, take off!!!"

"Cool!!!"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry about Shuang first, Leng Feng, let someone put the grain into the warehouse and then celebrate. There can be no mistakes, do you hear?"

"Follow your orders!" Leng Feng said with a smile.

Chen Mo picked up the phone and sent a two-word text message to Zhuge Wan'er: "It's done!"

Zhuge Wan'er: "Shouldn't you invite me to dinner alone?"

Chen Mo: "It's a must, come to Emgrand, and treat you to something delicious in the evening."

At night, Emgrand Hotel.

The entire hotel was reserved by Chen Mo.

Leng Feng and others are

Chen Mo and Zhuge Wan'er were in the revolving restaurant on the top floor, overlooking the night view of the imperial capital, and tasting delicious food.

"How's your injury?" Chen Mo asked concerned.

"Grandpa hired the best beauty specialist for me, and it only takes a month or two to fully recover without leaving scars." Zhuge Wan'er smiled.

"That's good." Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you worried about me?" Zhuge Wan'er asked with raised eyebrows on her tiptoes, lying on Chen Mo's shoulders.

At such a close distance, Chen Mo could see Zhuge Wan'er's slightly drunk face and smell the fragrance of wine mixed in Zhuge Wan'er's mouth.

"Well, I'm afraid you will have scars on your face and you won't be able to marry." Chen Mo said.

"Hey, if you don't get married, you're done!"

Zhuge Wan'er whispered to Chen Mo, "You have to support me for the rest of your life!"

Chen Mo felt his ears itch, as if a kitten was scratching him.

For a time, Chen Mo actually blushed!

Zhuge Wan'er discovered Chen Mo's embarrassment, and couldn't help laughing: "Is it so funny? I thought you were an old lover!"

"How is it? Do you want my sister to teach you something practical?"

With that said, Zhuge Wan'er's face was already pasted on Chen Mo's face.

Chen Mo only felt his face, hot for a while.

He gently pushed Zhuge Wan'er away: "You are drunk."

"Cut, it's boring!"

Zhuge Wan'er waved her hand, walked into her bag, took out a pair of words, and handed it to Chen Mo: "This is given to you by Mr. Balzaha."

Chen Mo opened it, and it turned out to be a pair of regular script written with a brush!

"May you always be loyal and brave, always young and bloody, always full of tears - a gift from Balzaha from the Fire Nation."

After Chen Mo read it, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Zhuge Wan'er walked to the bed, overlooking the lights of the imperial capital, which was full of prosperity, and said raving: "I never took businessmen seriously before. I thought businessmen were synonymous with greed, treacherous, and selfishness."

"I didn't understand until I met you. It turns out that businessmen can also be Chicheng, they can also be passionate, and they can also dedicate everything for the country and the people!"

"The great businessman serves the country and the people." "Chen Mo, thank you for letting me understand this truth thoroughly."

the other side.

Khadgar returned to the hegemony by private jet.

After getting off the plane, he immediately drove non-stop to Balzaha's manor.

Makes Khadgar strange.

At this time, Balzaha's manor was as quiet as a tomb!

There is not a single servant in the whole manor!

Except for the Balzaha study, there is no light anywhere else!

"Mr Khadgar, our master has been waiting for a long time."

At this time, the butler Pierre came out to greet him, maintaining his eternal grace and pride.

"Humph!"

Khadgar pushed Pierre away and rushed to Balzaha's study aggressively.

At this time, Balzaha was sitting in front of the desk, holding a glass of red wine, tasting it with a smile on his face.

"Balzahar!!! I want you to give me a satisfactory explanation!!!"

Khadgar cursed and slapped the table angrily.

"Mr Khadgar, don't worry."

Balzaha brought a glass of red wine to Khadgar: "I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Khadgar drank the wine and snorted coldly, "Don't think a few glasses of wine will kill me!"

"Balzaha, let me tell you, this time, if your explanation is unreasonable, you will die!"

Balzahar did not speak.

He got up, walked over to the record player, and put a quaint vinyl record on it.

"Squeaky squeak~~~"

After a while, a moving ballad rang out.

"try-roads, take--ho (country road, take me home)

To-the-pce-I-belong

 …”

Balzaha lay down on the chair, closed his eyes, and hummed along with a fascinated face.

"I want you to give me an explanation!!!"

"Did you hear that?!!!"

Khadgar cursed angrily.

"I'm from Fire Nation. The four major grain merchants destroyed my country, and now I want to destroy Daxia, so I want to help Chen Mo."

Balza squeaked and swayed his rocking chair and smiled lightly: "Is this a sufficient reason?"

Khadgar was stunned, and then he said in disbelief:

"Balzahar, are you crazy?"

"You are a hegemon! The hegemony is your home!!!"

Hearing this, Balzaha suddenly opened his eyes emotionally and roared:

"Brica-will-never-be-ho!!! (Hegemony is never home)"

Khad's gasping fat trembled, nodded and said angrily, "Okay!"

"You betrayed the four major grain merchants and the hegemony!"

"This means that you chose death!!!"

Balzahar stared at Khadgar indifferently.

At this time in the study, only the sound of music was faint.

"Take--ho, try-roads (country roads, take me home)

All-y-ories-gather-round-her

Mer'sLady-strao-be-water (the miner's wife, who has never seen the sea)

Dark-and-dty-pated-on-the-sky (smoke and dust, covering the sky)…”

suddenly.

Balzahar's mouth overflowed with blood, with a strange smile on his face, looking at Khadgar.

Khadgar frowned, not understanding what was going on.

The next moment, he felt a colicky pain in his heart, and a violent suffocation came from his body, causing him to slump to the ground all of a sudden!

"You...you poisoned the wine..."

Khadgar shivered out of breath.

He crawled towards the door with all his might, but his body was too fat and the poisoning was too deep, so he quickly fell on the ground, twitched for a while, then widened his eyes and stopped moving.

Balzaha ignored him, took out the only family photo from the drawer, sat in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and listened to the music.

Scenes and scenes of the past appeared in Balzaha's mind.

His eyes were filled with tears.

"Misty-taste-of-oonshiear-drops--y-eyes

try-roads, take--ho (country roads, take me home)

To-the-pce-I-belong

Take--ho, try-roads

Take--ho, try-roads

(Country Road, take me home)…”

Father, mother, I'm coming home to see you...

Balzaha closed his eyes, lying on the rocking chair, holding the photo in his hand, and bowing his head in the melodious music.