After driving away Ruan Fucheng's group, Bai Ruge immediately went to work.
She quickly eliminated a large number of Ruan Phu Thanh's remnants to prevent them from secretly causing trouble and worsening the situation.
In the current situation, she would rather the company not operate than let others stab her.
Soon, the company lost 70% of its employees, most of whom were in key positions.
But Bai Ruge didn't care, on the contrary, he told her to follow suit.
Bai Ruge first took out the vacant key positions and promoted the remaining employees.
Then she announced that everyone's salary would be tripled. As a result, even the sweeper's salary exceeded 10,000 yuan.
The wallflowers and the others are determined to stay and tide over the difficulties.
Although many people are afraid of Ruan Fucheng and the Shen family, the pressure to support their families still makes them take a gamble.
These days, the only thing more terrifying than death is poverty.
After stabilizing people's hearts, Bai Ruge once again used his trump card and gave away 10% of Shen Bancheng's shares to the dozens of remaining employees.
This moment gave the employees a thrill, and every one of them smelled an opportunity to make a fortune.
After all, based on Qianying’s development and prospects before the accident, once Qianying’s overseas listing is successful, dozens of employees will all become billionaires.
This makes them full of motivation after having been poor for most of their lives.
As a result, the company not only started operating normally, but also burst into life again.
Bai Ruge struck while the iron was hot and led others to think about inventorying and sealing up the assets of Qianying Company to avoid being sold and transferred out by Ruan Fucheng and others.
She also summoned high-paying legal counsel to send legal letters to the previous dozen illegal transactions...
In just one morning, the spirit of Qianying Company took on a new look. Although there was no crisis, it was full of vitality.
Ye Fan was very satisfied.
After inspecting the company, Ye Fan returned to the chairman's office.
While he was drinking Bai Ruge's brewed Jin Junmei, he was thinking about the next step.
At the same time, he turned on the TV to watch the local news in Xiangguo.
Originally careless, I was quickly attracted by a piece of news:
"At nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, the largest community in Xiangguo, the first Internet celebrity real estate, the peninsula city-state will conduct on-site sales to the people of Xiangguo..."
"The overseas pre-sales of the peninsula city-state have been completed, and 4,000 luxury suites have been sold out. A total of 108 suites have been booked by Chinese customers."
“Countless overseas customers have begged First Village to start selling the remaining 8,000 houses.”
"In line with the concept of allowing citizens to enjoy the same dignity, No. 1 Village mercilessly rejected the requests of overseas customers."
"Eight thousand houses will be put on sale to the people of Xiang State the day after tomorrow."
"At the same time, the First Village adheres to the principle of housing for living and not for speculation, and does not hesitate to cut its own profits to benefit the people."
"A house of 130,000 square meters will be sold to the people of Xiangguo."
The reporter excitedly introduced the peninsula city-state at the scene, and the camera kept flashing the appearance of the building and its supporting facilities.
Seeing that Ye Fan was so interested in this news, Bai Ruge looked up from the document with a smile:
"This is Shen Bancheng's grand gesture."
"It is rumored that he was inspired by his first village and planned to build the richest area in Xiangguo and gather prominent businessmen from all walks of life to move in."
"More than 100 buildings, 12,000 houses, with a minimum of 10 million per house, can accommodate 100,000 people."
"They are all wealthy and powerful businessmen at home and abroad."
"From this we can see Shen Bancheng's ambition."
"If all the richest areas are sold out, it will take three to five years to settle..."
"Not only can Shen Bancheng accumulate a group of contacts, but he can also tie them to himself."
"At that time, neither the royal power of the eldest prince nor the military power of the ninth prince will be able to withstand the money-making ability of these capitalists."
"This is also one of the reasons why Shen Bancheng is eager to swallow up Qianying. He is also under great financial pressure to develop this real estate."
"Last time on Wall Street, one was to visit the Fubon family and other big players to intimidate the eldest prince and the ninth prince not to stab him casually."
"The second is to hope that Wall Street banks can lend him a sum of money to ease the financial pressure on the peninsula city-state."
Bai Ruge looked at Ye Fan with a smile: "The Fubang family has guaranteed for him, but there is a condition..."
"Then deal with me and Qianying!"
Ye Fan took a sip of tea and took over Bai Ruge's topic:
"For Shen Bancheng, the advantages of swallowing Qianying outweigh the disadvantages, so naturally they hit it off immediately."
It was not unusual for him for women to know these things. She and Song Hongyan had already shared information with several key personnel.
"It can be seen from this peninsula city-state that Shen Bancheng not only wants to support the fourteenth prince to rise to power, he also wants himself and the Shen family to last forever."
He leaned back in his chair: "The peninsula city-state is so important and popular. It seems that the on-site sales meeting the day after tomorrow will be overcrowded."
"It will definitely be crowded."
Bai Ruge's tone was very certain:
"And the first village has announced that on-site lottery purchases require capital verification, and those with deposits less than 10 million will automatically be eliminated."
"That's it, five people are fighting for one apartment."
She smiled: "There are still many rich people in Xiang Country."
"It's time for reciprocity. Contact Ma Qianjun. I want all the houses in his hands."
There was a hint of joking in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth: "Also, let's find Heitutuo again. We can raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a while. It's time to contribute..."
"Dangdangdang..."
When Ye Fan was about to let Black Toutuo do something, Ruan Fucheng was walking into the mass grave of the Black Elephant League.
At a glance, he saw Heitutuo himself wielding a shovel and digging a hole with a cigar in his mouth.
This mass grave is not messy as ordinary people imagine, nor is it at all gloomy.
On the contrary, the top of the mountain and the foot of the mountain are full of leafy willow trees. When the wind blows, they rustle, which is very poetic and picturesque.
If it weren't for the rows of graves, it would be hard to imagine that this was a place where dead people were buried.
Ruan Fucheng is also a member of the Black Elephant League, so he naturally knows that the backbone of the Black Elephant League is buried here, and it is the final destination of many people.
Over the years, almost more than a hundred people have been buried here.
He didn't really like coming here, but he still wanted to ask for help, so he walked a few meters away and shouted:
"President, you must send a killer out and kill Ye Fan for me at all costs."
"You don't know, that kid not only made me vomit blood with anger, but also slapped me three times in public. I can't tolerate him."
He was full of hatred for Ye Fan: "I can give you any amount of money, but you must be quick, kill him and Bai Ruge within three days.
Heitutuo smiled: "Don't worry, don't worry, I will arrange it."
Seeing Heitutuo agreeing, Ruan Fucheng's anger dissipated a little, and then he frowned again:
"Why did you ask me to meet here? The place where dead people are buried is very unhygienic and safe."
He is somewhat resistant to these things.
"It's okay, we are all our brothers, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Heitutuo laughed loudly, then jumped out of the pit and handed the shovel to Ruan Fucheng:
"Brother, you came just in time. This trap is still a little bit worse. I'm old and can't do it anymore. Please help me for a while."
He took out a cigar and lit it: "I'm going to smoke a cigar and take it easy."
"President, why are you digging a hole?"
Ruan Fucheng had confusion in his eyes, but he still jumped down and dug up the soil:
"Besides, let your subordinates do this kind of rough work."
"Why do you have to do it yourself? Isn't it good for the young model in the club to have this time?"
As he spoke, he shoveled out a large wave of soil.
"Some things are more sincere when done by hand."
Heitoutuo stood next to the pit and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "After all, we have been brothers for many years and we are reluctant to part with you."
Ruan Fucheng dug a hole with quick movements: "What? Which brother had an accident? Make you so sad, president?"
"By the way, why can't Jackal get in touch? You bastard, let him deal with a woman, but she is still alive and well..."
Having said this, his eyes condensed slightly and fell on the hills not far away.
He suddenly discovered that there were hundreds more graves in the mass graves today.
All are new.
There was no name, but he could feel the danger.
Ruan Fucheng's lips twitched: "President, why are there so many graves?"
Heitutuo answered the question incorrectly: "The jackal... is dead..."
Ruan Fucheng was stunned: "Dead? How did you die?"
Black Tou Tuo knelt down and raised his fingers towards Ruan Fucheng.
Ruan Fucheng leaned over curiously.
"boom--"
Black Toutuo slapped Ruan Pucheng's Tianling Cap with his palm: "Just like you, I beat you to death with one slap!"
Ruan Fucheng's eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the blood dripping from his head.
Then, he fell to the ground, just in time to fill the hole he dug...
