The God of Wealth could hear a hint of impatience in Du Qingchen's tone, so he agreed without hesitation.
Yes, it can.
There are very few things in this world that the Huangquan Organization cannot accomplish.
As for the war in the shopping mall, that is the specialty of the God of Wealth.
After all, he has too much wealth and resources in his hands.
Some people say that money is sometimes quite useless. If people choose between power and money, some people just think that power is more useful.
In fact, that's because he doesn't have enough money.
It is absolutely true that quantitative changes produce qualitative changes.
The God of Wealth controls too much wealth. When wealth accumulates to a certain level, he can affect many things. Not to mention a mere Tokugawa family, he can cause even some small Western countries to collapse.
This is the power and power of capital.
Du Qingchen's purpose is also very clear, which is to destroy the Tokugawa family. No matter how glorious his past is, no matter how glorious his history, he just wants to destroy them.
Once the goal is clear, it is actually very simple to implement it.
What the God of Wealth promises will always be done.
What's more, this is Du Qingchen's order. He is loyal to this king, the God of Wealth, and he obeys Du Qingchen's orders unconditionally.
If there are conditions, we must do it; if there are no conditions, we must create conditions.
The God of Wealth is actually very smart. He never participates in any fighting or killing because his force value is really almost zero. He is only responsible for the operation of capital and is in charge of the wealth and resources of the Huangquan organization. All of this is
Du Qingchen gave it to him, and Du Qingchen also had great trust in him.
If he couldn't handle even this little thing, it would disappoint Du Qingchen and the value of his existence would be gone, which he couldn't accept.
The two chatted for a few more words, and then Du Qingchen hung up.
After cleaning the computer and opening the door, Du Qingchen sent the computer back to Ouyang Qi.
"So fast?"
Ouyang Qi was stunned.
"I just sent an email to a friend. How long do you think it will take?"
Du Qingchen explained.
He did not dare to delay for a moment, for fear of causing Ouyang Qi to misunderstand.
"Send email."
"Yes, what do you think it is?"
Du Qingchen smiled bitterly. Ouyang Qi's face turned red and she said oh.
"You check the computer, I'll go out and have a cigarette."
"It doesn't matter if you smoke here."
"It's okay, I'll find a place to smoke."
Du Qingchen opened the door and went out.
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This is a hospital controlled by the Tokugawa family, and it is also one of the most famous hospitals in Japan. The doctors here are all the best doctors in Japan.
The atmosphere in the hospital was a bit solemn today. From the director to the nurses, everyone was extremely nervous.
Because today the head of the Tokugawa family, Tokugawa Mujia, came with his family. His son was seriously injured and is still in the emergency room.
Outside the rescue room, Tokugawa Mujia arrived with a group of core members of the family. His face was particularly gloomy.
"Why hasn't my son come out yet?"
Tokugawa Mujia asked the dean.
The director carefully replied: "It should be soon. I have transferred all the best doctors in the hospital. There will be no problem with the operation."
"Really? This is what you said. If the operation fails in a while, you will be finished."
Tokugawa Mujia snorted coldly.
The dean was sweating profusely and wished he could slap himself in the mouth.
He glanced around and saw that there were samurai brought by their families everywhere. These people were authorized by the government to carry swords when going out, so everyone was holding a Japanese sword, with a solemn and murderous look on their face.
Shivering, the dean secretly prayed that Tokugawa Takumi would be okay, otherwise, he would be really worried that his life would end.
Even though he is well-known in the Japanese medical community, he is still a member of the Tokugawa family. If the family wants him to die, he has no choice but to die.
He doesn't want to die!
More than four hours have passed since he was found and brought here in the morning, and Tokugawa Takumi has not come out.
No wonder Tokugawa Mujia was so angry.
He only has such a son. If his son has any shortcomings, he really doesn't know how to survive. It is precisely because he dotes on his son too much that he is in today's disaster. Unfortunately, he does not think so.
In his opinion, the Tokugawa family has continued its glory for hundreds of years. His son is the proud son of heaven and should enjoy privileges that others do not. He should get whatever he wants. Otherwise, what is the point of being the head of the family?
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After about half an hour, the door to the emergency room was finally opened.
A total of more than a dozen medical staff pushed Tokugawa Takumu out.
A group of people quickly gathered to check it out.
I saw that Tokugawa Takumu's face was wrapped with a bandage, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. There was despair and hatred in his eyes, as if he had lost confidence in life.
Seeing his son like this, Tokugawa Mujia was heartbroken.
After arriving at the special care ward, Tokugawa Mujia asked the attending doctor on the side: "How is my son doing now?"
The doctor was also sweating and said carefully: "The bridge of the nose has been connected, but there may be a little deformation in the future. It is estimated that corrective surgery will be needed later. I believe it will recover slowly. Several ribs are broken."
, all accepted.”
He hesitated, as if he had something to hide.
Tokugawa Mujia snorted coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't lie to me."
"His lower body was stepped on and exploded. This may affect future fertility."
After the doctor finished speaking, his face turned pale.
He was also well aware of the power and temperament of the man in front of him, but he had to tell the truth. There was no point in lying about this kind of thing.
Seeing that Tokugawa Mujia's expression was not good, the doctor quickly said: "However, we will still find a way, and we will do our best to help him recover in the future."
He himself didn't believe this.
Tokugawa Mujia was not stupid, so he naturally would not believe it, so he turned to a samurai behind him and nodded.
A sword flashed.
There was a whoosh, and the doctor covered his neck with a look of horror on his face. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He seemed to be trying to block the stab wound in his throat, but he couldn't block it.
Blood continued to flow from his fingers.
In just a few seconds, the doctor collapsed softly, twitched a few times, and died.
Seeing the bloody doctor, the director on one side was already trembling.
As for the group of medical staff on the side, their faces were pale with fear, and their legs could not help but tremble.
Tokugawa Mujia said to the dean again: "I said, if my son's operation is unsuccessful, you will die too."
There was a whoosh, and another blade of light lit up. Blood flowed from the doctor's neck, and a blood arrow shot out far away.
Tokugawa Mujia had already turned around and left the ward, and there was a burst of exclamations and screams behind him.