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However, this is just the beginning.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Guan Fengyue, the former director of Fengyun Group with a personal asset of 43 billion, was ranked 53rd among the richest people in the country during his lifetime and participated in the bidding.
At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Kong, the former director of the Tang Dynasty Group with personal assets of 17 billion, was ranked 82nd among the richest people in the country before his death, and participated in the bidding.
On February 11, the first edition disclosed the loan numbers of all bidding companies, as well as their living assets. This time... even ordinary ghosts are fried!
Eight of the top 100 millionaires, and the rest are all the first and second leaders of well-known groups in Hui and Dongshan provinces, whose assets are in billions. While the people were watching the excitement, their eyes were drawn again.
"Brother Qin." From Jinggong Palace, Yan Wang's office, Wang Chenghao came up with a stack of documents: "The data you want has been counted."
Qin Ye couldn't wait to pick it up. He wanted to see how the fire had burned for a week.
The first thing that came into view was a large line of characters: the list of indemnities from the Russian underworld.
Article 1: The Mongolian prefecture is separated from the buffer area and merged into the border of the Chinese prefecture-Arshan Treaty.
The second one is all kinds of specialties of the Russian underworld, plants, seedlings of yin beasts, grain, wine, tobacco, cloth, oil paintings, sculptures, collections of works... There are more than 30 kinds of them! Divided into six hundred and forty-four warehouses, the total weight…
Six million tons!
That's great... Qin Ye let out a long sigh of relief and looked at the huge city outside the window, his eyes full of energy.
Let this time be a feast of yin and yang.
Those who make Yangjian worry, doubt, doubt, and apprehension, take a good look and listen, I, the third King of Hell, Qin, will use my strength to tell everyone in Yangjian that these long ten years are full of blood and blood. The ten years of fire will come to an end here!
"Inform Yangjian, I will give them a big gift on the night of the New Year's Eve."
"Yes!!!"
On February 12, the Russian underworld compensation list was announced. 17 The detailed process, location, and participating dignitaries of the shopping festival will be announced.
This is the last bomb. No matter how sluggish people in the business circle are, they wake up at the second bomb, and this time, it wakes up all the remaining ghosts. Anyone who cares or doesn't care, everyone knows the existence of the 17th Shopping Festival. And the first to ferment…
Women of course... no! female ghost!
"Have you read the newspaper? On the 17th hand-picking festival, the African primary color lipstick is provided by the top brand gLD supplier in Yinsi. Plus the black Mamba eyeshadow - ahhh!"
"Nonsense, of course go!" "Why don't you ask? Go to Tiandi Bank to withdraw money today!" "The New Year's Eve in the Yangjian, the 17th carnival in the Yinsi... I can't wait to get to the 17th now! My wallet is already hungry and thirsty. It's gone!"
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Yangjing, Yanjing.
The Spring Festival is approaching, and most of the departments are already on holiday. However, in the quaint study, the three old men are staring at the scroll in front of them with red eyes.
For ten minutes, no one spoke. Finally, an old man put down the scroll and said solemnly, "This is the first time."
"This is the first letter from the Yin Division since the founding of the Xinhua Kingdom, and it just invites us to enjoy the Yin Division New Year? What is the underworld going to do?"
The slightly chubby old man on the left picked up the teacup and rubbed his temples: "This is to show us the strength of the underworld... The new underworld, it is estimated that it has grown its wings and is ready to attack the whole country."
"The three eastern provinces, the Pearl River Delta, the supernatural phenomenon has degenerated from red to orange in just ten days. What have we done? No, and the underworld has notified us several times. Also, Hui Province, Dongshan, these two identities have already been Tends to be green. The underworld is on the move, it has not stopped. He is throwing this scroll now... What is he trying to appeal?"
No one could guess the thoughts of the underworld, the slightly fat old man's eyes flashed slightly: "Can we trust him?"
No one answered.
A few seconds later, the old man in the center looked at the ceiling and said in a deep voice, "Hua Guo has lived in fire and water for ten years."
"For ten years, economic development has stagnated because of this. If the spiritual disaster can be solved, even if it is an unreliable opportunity, we will do our best to seize it!"
He stood up, put his hands on the table, and said without hesitation, "Secretary Fang."
"lead."
"Respond to that messenger. At that time, all departments related to spiritual disasters in the world will go up to provincial and ministerial level officials, down to the ministers of various cities, waiting for good news."
"Yes!!"
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According to statistics on the night of February 13, 58 companies participated in the bidding.
On the 14th, 94 companies participated in the bidding! Tiandi Bank ushered in the peak of lending, with a total of 450 billion loans in three days, and because a large number of ghost people were frantically withdrawing money, all bank counters were endless all day long.
The boiling discussion is like the fading of the tide. However, it is not cooling, but a suppressed excitement. If the carnival is a storm, this is the ocean before the storm. In this intense and quiet gathering, time crossed the zero o'clock on the fifteenth.
On February 15th, the bidding space closed. Port of Punta is closed. All cities are expected to have crowded places closed.
16th, night.
There is no square in the underworld. Pengqiu City is copied from Shanhaiguan in the old underworld, and there is no concept of a square at all. But before nine o'clock, countless ghost people have gathered in the streets and alleys. Excitedly, he looked around. The city is unfamiliar with excessive enthusiasm.
Poncho is like a volcano about to erupt. As time passes by, the enthusiasm is getting higher and higher.
Eleven, eleven-thirty, eleven-fifty... The sound of the entire Pengqiu was boiling, but at eleven-fifty-nine, it suddenly became quiet.
Boom... The whole Pengqiu was shaking. The person who was still talking just stopped his mouth and looked at the sky with an excited smile.
With the trembling of Pengqiu, the Yin Qi began to gather, like a hundred dragons rising into the sky, forming a huge cloud hole over the entire city. Immediately after that... with a gentle light, a azure blue covered the earth.
it has started.
No one spoke, for fear that their heavy breathing would disrupt everything. At this moment, except for the air, all the lights in Pengqiu, from the city wall to the Lijing Palace Building, went out in circles and circles, extremely rhythmically.
It was like a frenzy that came together.
"Fuck..." I don't know how many Yin spirits, looking at this magnificent scene, said in shock.
Brush... When the last light of Pengqiu went out, on the sky, a huge clock made of yin energy, with a size of 10,000 meters, quietly appeared in the air. The time scale is a pale blue ghost fire, and the clock face is a boiling cloud.
It has no hour hand, no minute hand, only a second hand. It is clicking, moving, and moving towards the carnival night of twelve o'clock.
"Come... here!!" Countless young Yin spirits were extremely excited, while the older Yin spirits also had their chests heaving.
The huge timescale ghost fire, like a sky lantern, illuminated the entire Puntu Hill in blue. Under this splendid scene of the same color of heaven and earth, a violent excitement, like the Yangtze River at this moment, gushed out from the hearts of all Yin spirits!
Spring Festival, Carnival, the last ten seconds!
I don't know who it is, and said in a hoarse voice with excitement: "Ten..."
"Nine..." "Eight!"
In the beginning, it was still scattered, but after three seconds, it has become a carnival in the whole city! Boiling tsunami!
Passion is like a tide, excitement is like a sea, swarming from all directions! The ghost fire was engulfed and the clock was obscured, and the whole city was like a New Year's Eve in the sun, sending out an earth-shattering roar of excitement.
"seven!!!"
"Six! Five!! Four!!"
Everyone put their hands on their lips and tried their best to say goodbye to the Spring Festival in Xiangyang, saying goodbye. Still in the last three seconds of the carnival, embracing the future.
"three!!"
"two!!"
"one!!!"
The moment the last word fell, endless fireworks of fireworks rushed into the sky! It roared into the sky from the wall of Pengqiu City, and illuminated half of the sky.
The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down even more, the stars are like rain.
In all directions, rows of ghost fires shot straight into the sky, turning into gluttonous gluttons, candle dragons, listening to the truth... and other divine beasts, because of the Yin Qi system, these fireworks are more dazzling and colorful than the yang world, like fuses, directly igniting all enthusiasm!
The feast begins!
"Oh oh oh!!!" Countless Yin spirits roared as if venting. Run wild under the fire tree and silver flowers. Tonight, there is no work, only carnival. Tonight is the first Spring Festival after their death. They are shouting out the passion in their hearts, flowing through the city.
Boom boom boom! ! Countless fireworks exploded overhead, and the sky was colorful, without the gloomy and coldness of the underworld, only the gushing pleasure. This scene is comparable to the New Year's Eve fireworks festival in the major provincial capitals in the world. The yin and yang are separated, but they have the same effect.
I don't know how many Yin spirits, but I thought of relatives in the world. Spring Festival... Does the other party miss each other just like you are? Tears in the sky
Beautiful, but sad. The bitterness that suddenly appeared in this frantic joy quickly infected most of the Yin spirits. However, just when they showed relieved smiles and were about to bow their heads. The city wall was filled with dancing girls at some point.
They are tall, each of them is probably ten meters long, wearing immortal red palace uniforms, and the bottom is very clear. Before the Yin Ling could be surprised, a familiar melody resounded through the sky.
"My country and I cannot be separated for a moment..."
"Wherever I go, a hymn flows out..."
The singing is light, and I don't know who is singing, but in this situation, when the sky is dyed the color of Hua Guohong, it feels very suitable for the scene.
"I sing about every mountain, I sing about every river... The curling smoke, the small village, the road is the same."
The melody became agitated, and I don't know how many Yin spirits only felt itchy throats, especially those Yin spirits who died in the 1930s and 1960s. I don't know who started first, maybe no one started at all, but a feeling, a feeling, a sadness of saying goodbye, causing tens of millions of Yin spirits in the city to slowly sing along at the same time.
"My dearest motherland, I will always stick to your heart and tell me with the pulse of your mother!!"
"My dearest homeland..."
Tens of thousands of people sing together, how shocking the picture is, the eclipse of heaven and earth is not enough to express. And in the midst of the singing, the clock in the void turned into fireworks all over the sky and floated down gently. And in the ghost fire, three phantoms, a thousand meters high, have appeared in the air.
Qin Ye, listen carefully, and Zhao Yun.
Qin Ye's shadowy figure raised his head with emotion, looked around, listened to the familiar melody, and looked at the countless ghosts below. hoarsely said: "This is the first new year in the underworld."
"There is no new year in the underworld, but I want it to exist. Because... this is a brand new underworld. This is a different underworld. This is an underworld made up of young Yin spirits for nearly a hundred years."
"I thought about it."
"How to make everyone remember that every year, the yin and yang are separated and the day of mutual worship."
"In the end, I chose this song."
Swipe Lala... As his voice fell, the sky... The clouds turned frantically and turned into a red glow. And in the red glow, five gold stars are looming.
This is the Chinese flag!
This is blood-stained red, it is unyielding red, it is the same red that has returned to its peak from the ruins like the underworld! Countless Yin spirits watched this scene, only to feel their hearts beating wildly, their blood rushing all the way up, and the ghost fires are beating desperately!
They suppressed the screaming mentality, covered their mouths, and listened carefully.
"Like Yangjian, we also belong to this banner. We are the people of Huaguo in life, and the soul of Huaguo in death. Yin and yang... This is one family."
"From today, this is the flag of the underworld."
"My dearest motherland, I will always be close to your heart..." The music that had just started became louder in an instant, and fireworks rose into the sky, reflecting the bright red of the sky, dyeing the underworld into a sincerity!
Life is sheltered by the motherland, and death should serve the country. No ghosts questioned.
"My dearest motherland, you are the sea that will never dry up, always give me the blue and clear waves, the song in my heart..." Tens of thousands of Yin spirits are still excited, but they are implicitly excited. The underworld was shocked by the chorus of thousands of Yin spirits. At this moment... Under the familiar flag, they felt an unprecedented centripetal force!
Yes, this land, we love deeply.
Yes, in five thousand years, which country can be reborn from destruction again and again like China
The same banner is separated by a line of yin and yang. Although the future is bumpy, it is just repeating the past process.
On the city wall, the figures of countless dancing girls spun, and the petals of the other shore flowers flew down to the sky with their rotation, causing Pengqiu to rain down on the sky. A full fifteen minutes of chorus, this passion has been climbed to the top. And at this very moment, all of a sudden there was silence.
"I announce." Qin Ye stood on the sixth floor of Lijing Palace, his figure projected on the top of Pengqiu: "The annual 17th Carnival, now officially begins!"
"Oh oh oh!!!" "Ahh!!!" "No way! I can't do it! Quickly help my mother to the commercial street!!" "I can still buy it! Don't stop my hand!!"
freed.
The subtlety just now pulled the unbridled enthusiasm, and if the feelings kept erupting, it would be a heavy burden on the mood. But now, it's a release-retract-release process.
Instead of feeling depressed, it became even more frenzied. But... a voice suppressed all the screams of the Yin spirits.
"Welcome to... Tianya Hai Pavilion."
Zhao Yun's phantom slowly raised his hand. And the Yin spirits below were stunned.
End of the World Pavilion
what? !
Why was there no notice on your plan? ! !