Her hair is tied up, her face is exquisite, and she wears a Chanel suit, which makes her beautiful legs straight and slender.

There was an unabashed strength and inoffensive look on her face.

In the hall behind her is a team of thirty people, each with two computers and two mobile phones, and they are extremely busy.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged fat man walked in:

"Miss Ling, 2.6 billion US dollars has been bet."

"All the 300 large and small venues scattered abroad are still within the range of losses they can bear."

"If we lose this battle, Ling's capital chain will be broken, because we have mortgaged all our cash and equity."

The middle-aged fat man reminded the woman: "Let alone becoming the leader of Hengcheng, the Ling Group may not be able to recover in three to five years."

Ling Anxiu smiled faintly: "What if Xia Kunlun wins?"

The middle-aged fat man squeezed out a sentence: "After deducting the handling fee, we can get 50 billion US dollars, and the Ling Group will rise to the sky."

"Fifty billion dollars!"

Ling Anxiu looked at the sky outside the window and felt a unique tenderness:
Chapter completed!