The city is foggy, windy and rainy.

Under the cover of night, Jin Tong walked out of No. 31 Tangning Street expressionlessly. The assistant who was walking beside her to hold her umbrella opened the car door for her, but Jin Tong did not sit in.

She turned around slowly and looked at No. 31 Tangning Street, which was still brightly lit behind her.

There was a subtle noise inside that filled the air.

The music of the saxophone band is faint.

The smell of champagne seemed to still be lingering, mixed with the smell of tobacco.

An all-night party has just begun.

Jin Tong stood there and watched for a long time.

The rain in the foggy city was still falling, soaking the streets. The ground reflected the surrounding lights in the night, and ripples spread in the places where there was a little water. The sound of the wind made the umbrella above her head make a dull sound, blowing her

Although the assistant's hand holding the umbrella was very steady, her skirt and hair were still a little wet.

"Miss, no, clan leader"

The assistant's worried voice sounded in Jin Tong's ears.

Jin Tong took a deep breath, slightly bent over with a numb face, and got into the car.

The car door is closed.

The assistant folded the umbrella and put it inside the rear door, then got into the passenger seat.

The driver started the car, and the luxurious motorcade started moving slowly towards the castle outside the city in the cold wind and rain.

The fog in the wind and rain was shrouded in a sad atmosphere. The cold city, the walking people, and the shining lights all revealed a deep sense of confusion and sadness.

Three days have passed since the chaos in the foggy city.

The chaos lasted for less than ten minutes, and today we finally had a preliminary casualty count.

Two thousand two hundred and sixteen people.

The number of injured was more than seven times that number.

No one knows what's going on.

There is no authoritative figure who can give a reasonable explanation.

Multiple departments in Fog City reluctantly gave an explanation for the collective frenzy, but from beginning to end, they never made it clear why.

It's just speculation, speculation from various aspects, covert, incomplete and untrue, nonsense, a bunch of nonsense.

The chaos in the foggy city for a few minutes also shocked the whole world.

Several powerful people, led by Zhongzhou, expressed their concern one after another. Li Huacheng, the speaker of Zhongzhou, even personally called No. 31 Tangning Street to express his concern and condolences.

Bolent held a special press conference for this purpose, saying that the parliament had begun to discuss the events of that night, and at the same time asked various departments to join forces to investigate the cause of the group's madness, saying that he would give everyone an explanation and not let go of any possibility.

And so on. Finally, Bolent changed his tone and started talking about excessive mental pressure. He also invited several experts to the scene to discuss the issue of reducing work stress.

The direction of this topic finally turned to some of the current groups in Fog City. Some of these groups are newly established, and some have long existed but have undergone major equity changes in recent days.

People in the foggy city will not know what the Shengshi Fund behind these groups really means.

And with the praise of Bolent, many congressmen, and many experts, these new groups, with salaries higher than the average in the foggy city, working hours lower than the average in the foggy city, and extremely complete welfare benefits, have undoubtedly become the best choice for all in the foggy city.

A role model in the industry.

In an atmosphere of sadness, some media have begun to tout that these are the conscience of capital, and that the bosses behind the scenes are angels with good intentions, etc.

Bolrente also announced the progress of the investigation into the mass madness incident every day.

There is of course no progress, but there are more and more dizzying analyzes and guesses.

Reducing work stress, conscientious enterprises, kind angel bosses, various speculations, and various theoretical analyses.

People in the foggy city began to passively or actively accept the non-stop bombardment of information, and their attention was constantly being distracted.

Jin Tong has been paying attention to all this. She watched helplessly as the voices praising the boss behind the scenes from various channels became louder and louder. What she felt in her heart was a strong sense of irony and humiliation.

The collective frenzy in Fog City caused an uproar, but in another sense, it was surprisingly calm.

Everyone who knew the truth of this matter chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb with a tacit understanding.

The video of that night was strictly sealed and classified as top secret.

Wudu suffered the disaster silently, but from beginning to end, it didn't even have the courage to jump out and protest.

Bolrente and the parliament tried every means to cover up the situation, as if they were too frightened to speak.

He clearly has the truth, but he still believes

He vowed to conduct some kind of investigation.

They tried their best to divert the attention of ordinary people, but they praised the murderer who caused all this.

Angel?

How ridiculous?

How funny?

She thought back to the woman she had just met and her face.

That delicate, dreamy face without any flaws.

She was cold, calm, and profound, but Jin Tong seemed to be able to see the extreme level of ridicule and arrogance hidden behind those eyes.

She was at No. 31 Tang Ning Street, as if she was pointing her nose at the entire continent and taunting everyone on this land.

I was responsible for the mass madness and I killed the people. What can you do to me? Listen, you call me an angel. I am kind. You angels should all thank me.

This is no longer strong.

But a kind of domineering force that can crush everything.

Her skirt was fluttering, her long hair was flying, and she walked in the foggy city with the most elegant and reserved posture, almost casually crushing the pride and dignity of the entire continent.

This is a lost season.

And everything is just the beginning, everyone in the future will lose more and more.

Jin Tong once again thought about No. 31 Tang Ning Street just now.

She smiled self-deprecatingly and then fell into silence.

No one could have imagined that when the fog continued to sink in the cold wind and rain, there would be waves of joy inside No. 31 Tangning Street.

Inside and outside the mansion, there are completely two worlds.

The foggy city and even Europe are losing something.

The banquet being held at No. 31 Tang Ning Street at this time was actually a feast of harvest in the true sense.

Qin Weibai was looking at the two contracts placed in front of him.

Her perception was getting farther and farther as Jin Tong's motorcade covered her, and she felt Jin Tong's expression from beginning to end. Seeing that she didn't speak until the end, she shook her head slightly and said softly: "Rothschild, this

I’m honest this time, but I don’t know how long I can be honest.”

"A dog whose bones have been broken will not have the courage to resist when its owner is still around, and will only wag its tail more diligently."

Han Donglou sat opposite Qin Weibai and smiled softly.

Qin Weibai didn't say much, but just pushed the two contracts to Han Donglou: "You handle it well, the current situation is good, the pace can be faster and more aggressive."

"Faster?"

Han Donglou was a little hesitant. Just as he was about to say something, a burst of laughter from downstairs directly interrupted his thoughts.

Han Donglou's eyes were a little annoyed: "These guys, what about their gentlemanly demeanor?"

Qin Weibai smiled. When the benefits are big enough, all gentlemen may become madmen.

Here tonight, Han Donglou and Jin Tong completed the final negotiations and signed two contracts.

The first contract is that Rothschild Bank will transfer 45% of its shares to Shengshi Fund, and Shengshi Fund will officially become the largest shareholder of Rothschild Bank.

The second contract is even more mysterious. Twenty-five percent of the shares of the Rothschild Group, which many people have not even heard of, will also belong to the Shengshi Fund.

The Rothschild Group is just a nickname. It actually represents all Rothschild's industries around the world. You can imagine how huge the 25% profit is.

And this kind of harvest is far from everything tonight.

Tonight is a celebration banquet organized by Qin Weibai under the will of Shengshi Fund. All the heavyweight allies of Shengshi Fund in Europe are invited. The banquet location is directly chosen at No. 31 Tangning Street, the residence of Prime Minister Bolente.

, celebrating here can be said to have trampled Bolrente’s face to the ground.

"We are making rapid progress now."

Han Donglou said slowly: "In half a year at most, we will be able to nominally control all the power in the European underground world. Within three years, we can probably digest this harvest. If we go faster, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

"What could be the problem?"

Qin Weibai asked.

Han Donglou glanced at her and hesitated to speak.
To be continued...