Urban Hidden Dragon

Tang En looked at the snowy scene outside the window.

Taking the hot coffee from Merck.

After taking a sip, he asked, "Why do I feel that he seems to have discovered something?"

"What do you mean?" Merck obviously didn't understand.

"He said today that it would be a good suggestion if we could build a secret base over there in Antarctica."

Merck was also stunned for a moment and thought carefully for a long time. "There was news from Antarctica before that there are indeed Easterners in Antarctica. Their purpose seems to be the same as ours."

President Tang En held the coffee cup in both hands, "So you mean...Wang Han already knows our secret in Antarctica?"

Merck crossed his arms, "It's hard to say. Wang Han's power in their country is very important. Although his own strength has not reached the top of the food chain, the power behind him is enough for him to stand at the top. It is not ruled out. He already knew the news.

Of course, Wang Han's logical thinking model is different from that of normal people. It is possible that we are overthinking it. He simply wants to build a secret base to hide in Antarctica.

But no matter what, since others have come to this place, they will never let him go back again, and it's okay if he knows. "

Tang En took a sip of coffee and sighed, "What a pity, what a good young man."

Merk rubbed his arms. "The Presbyterian Council has also discussed it. They said that they will not kill him for the time being. They can keep him and use means to control him as a puppet. They can also use the power he has. Controlling him is equivalent to Yu controlled more than one interest group."

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth and Chu Liu stood behind him.

Painted Skin Ghost is playing happily with the supermodel in his room.

Wang Han has good hearing, and he can hear the supermodel yelling excitedly every now and then, and the Painted Skin Ghost becomes even more excited as he shouts oh yes.

Wang Han has already gone through the entire manor. It is a very ordinary manor. It is probably that it was cleaned for the meeting this time. On weekdays, only a few servants clean and live here.

Wang Han heard clearly the chat between Tang En and Merck.

The next morning.

Wang Han was woken up and everyone went to have breakfast together. When he was going out, he saw Painted Skin Ghost coming out of the room in high spirits and humming a song. The supermodel was holding the wall behind and entered the bathroom to wash up. He looked at Painted Skin Ghost's eyes. It's all going to be drawn.

The painted-skinned ghost lifted the waistband of his trousers, shook his eyebrows at the supermodel, then pulled his crotch and complained, "Why am I not a man? I really want to have a great congenital home. Why is it that today's technology still stops at digging?" It’s easy to make a pit but difficult to plant a tree in the stage.”

Wang Han didn't even think about it and slapped Painted Skin Ghost on the back of his head.

The next two days were immersed in the corporate culture of the living dead. To put it bluntly, this was specially for Wang Han. I visited several biological laboratories. Wang Han had seen these laboratories under Upton's company before. Pass.

Then there was the year-end summary meeting. Wang Han had planned everything before he came. He gave an impassioned speech, which made the other vice presidents below feel as if they had done nothing this year.

However, this meeting also allowed Wang Han to have a very objective measurement of some of the strengths of the living dead. The living dead are simply a combination of several huge consortiums.

If these companies put some thought into it, the entire world's economy would undergo massive changes. After the meeting, it was President Tang En's classic moment of making a fool of himself.

Fortunately, the bonuses given to several vice presidents by the Living Dead were quite generous. In view of Wang Han's contribution to the expansion of the Living Dead's territory during this period, Wang Han was also awarded billion yuan and a luxury cruise ship.

Wang Han was so happy that he didn't expect that his capitalist boss would give him more money before he resigned.

In a blink of an eye it was getting dark.

The next day passed after the dance.

Wang Han glanced at his phone.

Zhai Yueping has already taken action.

Moreover, according to Wang Han's plan, Zhai Yueping successfully took over the domestic living dead. However, as soon as Zhai Yueping took over, he replaced many high-level officials.

He acted vigorously and resolutely, and it looked like he had been prepared for a long time.

After everything was settled domestically, Zhai Yueping flew directly to the Neon Country and summoned all the secretaries-general and directors of the Living Dead in Asia with the intention of controlling the Living Dead in Asia.

Everything went so smoothly that Zhai Yueping was a little surprised.

Zhai Yue was wearing only a bathrobe during his free time. He stood happily in front of the window, holding a glass of wine. Behind him, there were several sexy local specialties of different shapes kneeling. He made a phone call, "Mr. Merck, The living dead in Asia are now firmly under my control!"

"it is good!"

Merck hung up the phone and looked at President Tang En. Tang En, who was playing chess, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and said casually, "Success?"

"Ah."

"So smooth?"

Merk smiled and said, "It is expected. There is an old saying in their country, which is that the bustling world is for profit, and the bustling world is for profit. Those people are the owners of the intercore. If they don't obey, they will end up with nothing but Can see the light and die.”

Tang En hummed, played with the chess pieces and said again, "In the evening, make arrangements for his last supper."

"It has been ordered."

...

Wang Han patted the Painted Skin Ghost on the back and said, "Eat slowly."

Painted Skin Ghost ate heavily, "Boss, why is the food so good today?"

Wang Han handed Painted Skin Ghost the water, "You have been working too hard these past two days, so I asked the chef to cook you a good meal to replenish your food."

Painted Skin Ghost took a big sip, "It's not hard work, it's just physical work. I'll come back after a good meal and a good night's sleep, and I'll be happy both physically and mentally. Boss, you've been catering to those foreigners for the past two days." It’s all mental work, it’s hard work, so you should eat some, boss.”

"It's okay, I'm not hungry right now."

After eating and drinking enough, Painted Skin Ghost lay on the bed, lifted up his clothes and patted his belly like a finished prostitute.

Painted Skin Ghost suddenly realized something and sat up. He had been having so much fun these past two days that he almost forgot that he would face danger tomorrow. No wonder the food sent by the dog basket boss was so good.

Thinking of the dangers tomorrow, Painted Skin Ghost directly called two supermodels, one black and one white, and spent most of the night.

The next morning.

Wang Han walked out of the room with his head tilted.

He straightened his clothes, pulled his crotch, and stamped his feet.

Walking towards the conference room, today we will look into the future.

Arrive at the door of the conference hall.

In the past few days, the entourage was able to follow, but today only Wang Han was allowed in, and the entourage was not allowed in.

Wang Han picked his ears and turned to look at Chu Liu and the other two, "You two go back to the hotel and wait for me."

Chu Liu hesitated for a while, but finally went back.

Wang Han swaggered inside and walked in. Everyone was already waiting for Wang Han.

After taking a seat.

President Tang En nodded.

Another executive chairman, the bald Odinster, glanced at everyone's face, and finally settled on Wang Han's face and smiled.

"The living dead will launch their ultimate plan at : on January next year - the Era of God's Arrival!"

Wang Han frowned as he looked at the outline of the plan.