"Not only didn't you lose a hundred million, but did you win fifty million instead?"
Fisherd-Empire Manor,
The tea table under the dazzling sunshine and the clear shadow of the lush trees, the huge manor with a height of more than ten meters not far from the greenery is like a gorgeous city wall extending far away.
In the fantasy summer landscape,
Looking at the young man sitting across from him while holding a teacup, the perfect figure with silver-gray long hair spoke strangely and surprised at the end, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
No, can you laugh more happily... .
And one-third of the 50 million 'credit' belongs to this guy behind him... .
And seeing Veronica, who seemed to be smiling brightly because of hearing something interesting, was in the position in front of Adeline who closed her eyes and waited quietly,
Fangran also picked up the black tea in front of him and remained silent.
Although the first thing I did when I came to North America was a nonsense request, but the thing about Las Vegas finally ended last night,
Fangran returned to the Imperial Manor in that private jet this morning.
"So, how did you feel about the 100 million bet last night? Was it fun?"
Putting down the teacup lightly with her tail finger, Veronica looked at Fangran and asked questions with a smile.
fun? It's just a little too 'fun'... .
Thinking of the series of thoughts triggered by the 'two reasons', Fangran, who really wanted to say this, looked at the 'culprit' and sighed, speechless:
"Let me tell you, the matter at the pharmaceutical factory is so urgent and you still have to threaten me to go to the casino. What are you planning?"
"Hehe, blackmail or something...how could it be, but there is indeed a plan to want you to go to the casino,"
Smiling lightly, as if saying, "I hate it, I didn't threaten you", and frankly admitted that the reason for doing that was not entirely because of Scale's lie detector,
Veronica put on a charming smile pretending to be harmless, and smiled at Fangran like an innocent girl:
"After all, do I look like such a headstrong woman?"
Hey, give me a good look around...
Seeing her deliberate obedient appearance, Fangran frowned suddenly, expressionless,
Although the morning sun is exceptionally good, it is the end of December in winter,
Put a tea table under the outdoor tree like this, enjoy the huge beauty of the Empire Manor from the outside corner, and wear a light long skirt to enjoy the midsummer scene of the breeze,
It all comes from the waywardness of the queen of a certain financial empire after reading Adeline's report of 'offset cold ability',
He even made a whim request like 'ah, it's really ugly to be naked, Fangran, can you make it look lush'...
"If you experience the taste of pleasure in the process of constantly spending money, it is best to indulge in it, and even if you don't, it can secretly change your money values,"
Hearing this, I suddenly remembered the idea that 'it's less than five thousand dollars a night' subconsciously popped up in my heart when I learned the price of the presidential suite last night...
"In short, this is the plan that is good for me."
Seeing Veronica explain with such a smile, I am sure that she definitely has some more important reason not to say, and I always feel that she has succeeded,
Fangran stared at this scheming figure intensely and speechlessly at this moment,
But it was completely useless, looking at the elegant smile that the other party didn't mind and kept looking at him like this, he was the first to lose.
"Anyway, your heart is too big, what if I can't spend the 100 million?"
Feeling that every time he faced Veronica, his brain cells were exhausted. He rubbed his temple and sighed. Fangran raised his eyes and recalled what Adeline told him last night:
"That's a project with an investment of more than one billion U.S. dollars, so many R&D members have worked hard for eight years. Are you going to let that new drug information be snatched away by those people?"
When I thought about the fact that I was asked to interrogate myself like that last night, it was only 20 million U.S. dollars, and the concept of more than a billion dollars gradually formed in my mind.
After last night's gambling, his money values have really changed.
"If I had to feel distressed about even this little thing, I would have been exhausted and unable to support myself."
The tone was leisurely and unhurried, with an elegant smile, as if it didn't matter even if the information was taken away,
Veronica brought the teacup to her mouth, and the warm breeze blowing here brushed her long silver-gray hair.
"Those guys are from the association?"
"Who knows, there is a high probability that it is a wanderer hired somewhere."
"Then how do you know they have something to do with the association?"
Seeing her graceful movements and casual answers, Fangran asked a little strangely, and seeing that he had asked,
Veronica puts down the teacup's recitative repetition:
"It is strictly forbidden for any force, organization, or individual in the night war to use illegal capabilities to interfere with the real economy..."
Then he looked at himself with a sweet smile, and asked in an indifferent tone as if he was chatting casually:
"Under the existence of clear rules like the "Night Net Convention", various industries of Fisseld have been encroaching openly and secretly, and have not been stopped and sanctioned for more than ten years,"
"Who else do you think besides controlling associations in North America?"
At the moment when he couldn't refute, Fangran heard Veronica's charming addition with a smile,
She was clearly talking about the enemies who plundered her empire's property, but she couldn't see a trace of anger on her face.
"However, I don't think it has anything to do with the entire association of one of the three overlords. It is likely to be some high-level members of the association."
High-level, who among the executives acted out of self-interest
No, it cannot be ruled out that this was the intention of the association itself,
Anyway, need to investigate further...
Originally, I thought that if the black hand behind the scenes was the executive officer, as long as it wasn't for that deadly suffocating figure or the first column that I hadn't seen before, it would be fine.
But soon realized that it was not that simple, and confirmed that it coincided with the purpose of pursuing the plan of forming a society,
She was ashamed that she was not afraid to scare herself away when she said it so directly,
Fangran had no choice but to spend a lot of trouble on Veronica, and even let her go to Las Vegas for her real purpose.
"So, the purpose of your inviting me to North America is to help you solve the problem of associations plundering Fisseld's assets?"
Hearing the black-haired young man in front of him say his mission goal,
Veronica smiled lightly with silver-gray pupils, and her soft tone revealed an indescribable temperament,
"Otherwise, Fangran, what do you think it will be?"
"Like "Escape Plan" to help me fish out someone from the airtight secret prison, or go to the lair of South American drug lords to catch a guy who owes my bank billions?"
Then he stared straight at Fangran, and seriously emphasized in a proud, confident, and factual tone:
"No, I can do that little thing myself."
At this moment, the aura belonging to the queen who controls the world's largest capital and finance is undoubtedly revealed,
She didn't forget her status as the apex of reality just because she was treated as a prey by the association, and she knew what most ordinary people in this world can only do after hard work and a narrow escape.
To the figure in front of him was just a sentence, Fangran suppressed the feeling of being overwhelmed by this aura and said slowly:
"Then what is my next mission, and which industries are the associations targeting?"
Hearing him ask about his next mission, the queen's aura dissipated, and Veronica showed a mysterious and charming happy smile:
"Don't worry, before that, you should prepare for tonight's affairs."
"What happened tonight??"
Could it be Las Vegas again... .
There was a strong uneasiness about the "tonight" she suddenly mentioned, and Fangran looked at her warily.
"Reassurance, reassurance, it's not like yesterday, it's an internal matter of Fisseld."
As if she could see through what Fangran was thinking, Veronica said to him with a smile.
"What the hell is that?"
Fangran didn't relax his vigilance at all. Fangran, who was questioning like this, finally saw Veronica chuckle lightly and open her mouth,
"Have you forgotten that it is today's date, near the end of the thirty-first day in December,"
Then those silver-gray eyes shone brightly.
"Of course it's Fisseld's annual meeting."