Mr. Ye’s words were very direct.

Be clean and neat.

There is no preparation or sensationalism.

It's like killing someone, stabbing him directly, not giving you time to think.

"No matter how much the investment is, I will donate all the proceeds from Dongyang official as a financial income."

At the entire cocktail party, nearly a thousand people were frozen in groups.

immediately.

boom!!!

A scream of exclamation.

Unbelievable voice.

Almost overturned the roof.

Even Qing Si, who was standing on the stage, was shocked.

Those who can appear at today's cocktail party are very clear about the value and profit of Wanqiu brand beauty cream.

It is said that it is huge profits, but it is light.

The most terrible thing is unique and irreplaceable.

This is completely a seller's market with shortage of supply, and buyers can't grab it in a crazy way.

Therefore, the distribution agency rights of a province and region are worth about how much, and everyone actually has a psychological price.

Thirty-four provinces and regions have agency rights.

Even if there is a round of bidding in ten years, it will be ten times, hundreds of times, or even thousands of times, in this ten years.

There is no regret that I will lose everything and throw it into it.

So, is the distribution rights sold in a province and region a lot of 10 billion?

No.

I guess someone dares to pay 50 billion.

Especially in developed eastern provinces.

Don't have too many rich people.

This beauty cream is not only effective for women.

Men like it very much, too.

Who doesn’t want to be young and attractive?

To be honest, this thing is more attractive to men in their forties, fifties, fifties and sixties?

So, one hundred thousand yuan per bottle?

Do you think it is expensive?

Ahhhh!

I can't afford to get out of here.

You didn’t see the beauty cream sold at Yimei Club, how many plastic sister relationships have been bombarded?

Don't talk about sisters?

My mother doesn't want to give it to you.

Use this thing and cherish it.

If one day goes away, go cry.

Therefore, when Mr. Ye shouted this sentence, it could no longer be called a domineering declaration.

This is a nuclear bomb.

No wonder Zhang Anping is back.

No wonder, his face was filled with laughter.

Dongyang is a first-tier city in China, with a yearly income of about 600 billion Chinese coins.

Financial revenue accounts for one-third or one-fifth of GDP, which varies with regional economic development.

Dongyang's wealth revenue can account for almost one-third of GDP.

Think about it, the average distribution agency fee for thirty-four provinces and regions is 15 billion...!

This is almost the year of Dongyang's wealth.

Suddenly, such a terrifying amount of money was added out of thin air. Zhang Anping kowtowed Mr. Ye three times in public, which was all right.

This can elevate Zhang Anping's prestige to an unprecedented level.

In the history of Dongyang, it is absolutely impossible for a municipal governor to reach his level.

Unless someone else learns from Mr. Ye, he will do this too.

But is it possible?

impossible.

The first reaction of the vast majority of people present is.

This woman...!

Crazy.

Fuck.

This is a crazy woman.

This is a real money.

Money.

Assets still need time to be cashed out.

Money is money.

Oh my God.

Am I hallucinating?

What exactly happened?

Qing Si forced herself to calm down and covered it up very quickly, but she still couldn't control her trembling voice and asked in a low voice beside Mr. Ye:

"Wanqiu, what's wrong?"

Mr. Ye shook his head gently and signaled her not to ask anymore.

Qing Si had no choice but to remain silent.

But the heart is bleeding.

At this time, she and Ye were one. No matter what her attitude was about what Mr. Ye said, she must be consistent now.

Mo Zongheng and Chen Sichen were also shocked.

Chu Nan took Zhao Muting and Bai Zihua and a few people, and his mouth kept getting cold.

And Gong Chengji threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground on the spot.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him.

Huaishen's face was as gloomy as ink, his knuckles turned white, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Slap in the face.

A loud slap in the face.

A naked slap in the face.

He was so calm just now that he was actually so self-righteous.

And now, everything is rewarded.

Su Mu never looked at him again from beginning to end.

That's very obvious.

You are not worthy of being enemies with me.

What are you?

But Huaishen is difficult to get rid of the tiger.

He has no choice but to retreat.

If he retreats, it will really become a joke.
To be continued...