Urban imagination, investment genius, business secret war, decisive killing, extreme pulling, online IQ
Qi Zheng's life was originally a puddle of mud, and he couldn't even afford tens of thousands of dollars in medical expenses to extend his sister's life.
Until there was a heavy rain, and a line of cold blue words popped up on his retina.
[Target: dilapidated copper incense burner. Rate of return: Sixteen thousand percent.
He started by buying rags on the corner of the table for 500 yuan, cut off authentic Ming dynasty items, shorted the 100 billion group, and tore up a 5 billion US dollar acquisition contract in front of European venture capital without blinking an eye.
Jiang Nanzhi, the high-ranking conglomerate lady in Jiangcheng, initially thought that she just spent a small amount of money to buy a useful mad dog.
Until Qi Zheng crushed the backbone of the richest man in Jiangcheng with his foot, slapped the cash flow recording reminder of 10 billion in front of her, and loosened his tie condescendingly:
"Boss Jiang, can you still hold this knife?"
No nonsense, just pure profit crushing. In this capital poker table where even breathing is marked with a price, Qi Zheng doesn't follow the rules, he only sets the rules.
