The following days.
Nurse.
Doctor.
All were replaced by Sid, but as for the butler, who was confird to have been bribed by the other side, he remained untouched, fearing to offend the new superior.
And also.
Every day, they relied on him to deliver the drugs.
One injection per day.
Made Sid feel full of energy, as if he returned to his youth, yet he was told this was a minor illusion of the body’s recovery.
If he truly ran a kiloter.
He would be exhausted.
After all.
His physical age was there, and drugs could extend his life, but not restore the vitality of his youth; Sid was content with that.
An illusion is just an illusion.
As long as it doesn’t kill him.
...
The eleventh.
Morning.
"Father, all the main figures of the consortium are already waiting in the hall." Sid’s eldest son respectfully reported, happy about his father’s improved health.
He was naturally delighted.
A big consortium.
Over ti, internal problems would also arise, this ti Sid was determined to solve them thoroughly, and his son was naturally happy, after all, he would also be a beneficiary.
"Hmm."
Having said that.
Taking big strides, Sid walked towards the conference hall, entirely unlike soone on the brink of old age and death a few days ago, his eyes flashing with sharp authority.
Hall.
Seeing him, everyone’s heart tightened.
Sid.
Was back.
...
That day.
In the manor, a banquet was also held. Usually, around each large consortium, there are various families and forces attached.
This ti.
Almost all those with so weight attached to ilong Financial Group were present, many were Sid’s old friends, though many were halfway to their graves.
On this day.
Sid announced publicly: I will return and retake control of the ilong Financial Group.
Imdiately.
The upper circles of Europe and Arica were astonished, what on earth was Sid up to? He could et God anyti, yet he was ddling in consortium affairs.
Doesn’t he find it exhausting?
Only.
Despite the doubts.
No one gave them answers, only so people secretly revealed inexplicable smiles.
...
Japan.
Hokkaido.
At a manor, in the backyard. An elderly man with snow-white hair, sitting by his pond, fishing, after listening to the butler’s report.
His half-closed eyes opened.
A corner of his mouth lifted.
"As expected."
"Their ambition has never ceased," the old man murmured, then looked up at the sky, "Well, the stronger they are, it proves I chose right."
Three months ago.
He was also close to death.
Yet.
Now he could breathe fresh air. Thinking back, the old man felt it was a miracle, and thinking of that mysterious force, his heart trembled.
Initially.
It wasn’t the other party who approached him, but suddenly, his second son, who just won the next family heir qualification, brought people to the door.
It was then.
He realized.
The second son had joined a force.
At the ti.
He almost died of anger. A generation of the head of the family, joining a force, wasn’t the wealth and power of the Watanabe family taken away by outsiders?
How could he agree?
However.
Soon.
In life and death choices, he chose life.
Since then.
The Watanabe family had completely joined this force, but the conditions were generous, the other party promised not to infringe on their assets, which allowed them to accept.
Otherwise.
He would never agree.
Later.
Gradually making contact, he discovered the other party truly kept their promises, consistently helping them. For example, last month, they helped his youngest son defeat his opponent.
In a leap.
He beca the head of Japan’s Intelligence Headquarters, this departnt is almost the largest intelligence agency in Japan, with hidden power imnse.
Honestly.
His heart trembled. Knowing that the other party’s help was not without reason, just knowing the surface was enough to make his heart race.
In Japan.
Consortium.
Military.
Authorities.
The other party had infiltrated all.
He was the helped party.
Similarly.
He was also a helping party. Sotis, the other party would provide lists, having them operate and arrange into key positions, only these things.
Allowed the old man to understand, how far the other party’s hands reached, how deep the network of relationships and interests went. What shocked him more was.
Such actions.
Yet still managed to remain hidden, outsiders would never think that a grand web was infiltrating the core of Japan’s powers, slowly penetrating deeper.
And he.
Was rely a small node.
Now.
Their hands had reached into the European and Arican consortia, even the ilong Financial Group had fallen, he dared not imagine, the hidden part of this organization.
Just how large it was.
Only knowing.
Even he could only comply.
...
Shanghai Stock Market.
Villa.
Tang Qing leisurely watched the ilong Financial Group eting, feeling very satisfied, now another consortium was taken over.
With power.
With wealth.
At the extre, the effects of money and power diminish because people don’t lack it. If Sid weren’t close to old age and having a strong desire to live,
it would be nearly impossible to succeed.
Fortunately.
It succeeded, aning his power increased.
...
The next day.
The twelfth.
Morning.
A piece of news surged to the top of Huaxia’s headlines.
After reading.
Netizens couldn’t help but boil over.
"Indeed, the gap between and the richest keeps widening!"
"Amazing!"
"Tang Qing is so wealthy."
"Comparing last year’s data to now, on average, Tang Qing’s net worth increased by more than thirty billion RMB per day, my goodness!"
"Impressive!"
"Just ask: who else?"
"..."
Today.
The "Hurun 10-Year Rich List" was released, Tang Qing’s net worth exceeded six hundred billion USD, up from over four hundred billion last year, an increase of about a hundred billion.
USD!
Calculate it.
That’s tens of trillions of RMB.
Damn!
Many were envious, jealous, and resentful, of course, the valuation unit on Hurun is RMB, so what everyone saw was Tang Qing listed at the top.
The figures were very striking.
---4.615 trillion RMB.
As for the second place.
Poor thing.
Not even a fraction of those figures.
"A net worth of over 4 trillion RMB, I can only say, it’s another record for the highest wealth by a Huaxia tycoon, and besides Tang Qing himself, no one can break it."
"All this thanks to Hummingbird."
"Indeed."
"Hummingbird’s current market value is 300 billion USD, if it goes public again in the United States, it would surely grow significantly, surely exceeding 400 billion USD."
"Terrifying!"
"Tang Qing is just a step away from a 5 trillion net worth, next year’s ’Forbes World Billionaire List’, Tang Qing is very likely to surpass 700 billion USD."
"..."
After calculating.
All were shocked.
So far.
It’s been five years since Tang Qing rose, averaging one trillion a year, such growth speed, it’s terrifying, dying with envy for many.
Looking back.
Countless entrepreneurs, even those feeling their companies were decent, suddenly seed fake in comparison, their so-called billion wealth, compared to Tang Qing, was poverty like mortals.
It’s too discouraging.
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