Reborn with wealth that rivals the country

"Mr. Khadgar, do you have any questions?" Chen Mo asked with a playful smile.

"you you……"

Khadgar pointed at Chen Mo tremblingly, his anger already burning through the sky!

This is already treating him like a monkey!

Growing up, when had Khadgar ever suffered such humiliation?

"If there is no problem, please accept the goods. Oh, by the way, there are still 50 million kilograms of goods shipped from Baguo on my dock. As long as you pay the freight, I can have someone send them back immediately. "Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Pfft~~~~"

Khadgar spurted out another mouthful of old blood.

This is not an adjective!

He really vomited blood!

Transport your own grain here, and then transport it back again. Every time you come back, you will make double the profit!

This operation can be said to be extremely cool!

Leng Feng and the others beside Chen Mo all laughed.

It's so cool to see these gringos getting so fucked up! ! !

"Walk!!!"

Khadgar almost broke his back molars, and with the employees of the four major grain merchants, he got into the car and left in despair.

Watching Khadgar leave, Chen Mo took a deep breath, smiled at Leng Feng and others, and said loudly: "Brothers!"

"We won this battle!!!"

"Victory!!!"

Leng Feng and the others tore their clothes apart and screamed to the sky!

"ah!!!!"

"Won!!!"

"Hahahaha, win!!!"

These men who had personally killed the enemy and shed blood on the battlefield seemed as if they had just won a difficult battle!

No!

For them, this price war is much more difficult than fighting one!

When they fought, the highest death toll was only a few thousand.

But if Chen Mo loses this price war, hundreds of thousands of people in Daxia may starve to death!

"I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Seafood, barbecue, fine wine, everything you need to eat and drink, and we'll stay directly at the Emgrand!!!"

“Long live the boss!!!”

"Woohoo, take off!!!"

"Cool!!!"

Chen Mo smiled and said: "Don't worry about Shuang Feng, Leng Feng, go and have the food put into the warehouse before we talk about the celebration. There can be no mistakes, do you hear me?"

"Yes!" Leng Feng said with a smile.

Chen Mo picked up his phone and sent a two-word text message to Zhuge Wan'er: "It's done!"

Zhuge Wan'er: "Shouldn't you invite me to have a meal alone?"

Chen Mo: "I must, come to Dihao and treat you to delicious food tonight."

Night, Royal Hotel.

The entire hotel was booked by Chen Mo.

Leng Feng and others were enjoying themselves eating, drinking and having fun on the lower floors.

Chen Mo and Zhuge Wan'er were in the revolving restaurant on the top floor, overlooking the night view of the imperial capital, tasting delicious food.

"How is your injury?" Chen Mo asked with concern.

"Grandpa hired the best beauty expert for me. It will only take a month or two to fully recover without leaving any scars." Zhuge Wan'er said with a smile.

"That's good." Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you worried about me?" Zhuge Wan'er stood on tiptoes, lying on Chen Mo's shoulder, and asked with raised eyebrows.

From such a close distance, Chen Mo could see Zhuge Wan'er's slightly tipsy face and smell the fragrance of wine mixed with Zhuge Wan'er's mouth.

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have scars on your face and won't be able to get married," Chen Mo said.

"Hey, if you can't get married, you'll be screwed!"

Zhuge Wan'er whispered to Chen Mo: "You have to support me for the rest of your life!"

Chen Mo felt his ears itching, as if a kitten was scratching him.

For a moment, Chen Mo actually blushed!

Zhuge Waner noticed Chen Mo's embarrassment and couldn't help laughing: "Are you so funny? I thought you were an expert in love!"

"How about it? Do you want sister to teach you something practical?"

As he said that, Zhuge Waner's face was already pressed against Chen Mo's face.

Chen Mo only felt that his face was burning hot.

He gently pushed Zhuge Wan'er away: "You are drunk."

"Tch, boring!"

Zhuge Wan'er waved her hand, walked to her bag, took out a set of words, and handed it to Chen Mo: "Mr. Balzaha asked someone to give this to you."

Chen Mo opened it and saw that it was written in regular script with a brush!

"May you always be loyal and brave, always young and passionate, and always have tears in your eyes - a gift from Balzaha, a native of the Fire Nation."

After Chen Mo read it, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Zhuge Wan'er walked to the bedside, overlooking the bustling lights of thousands of houses in the imperial capital, and murmured: "I never took businessmen seriously before. I thought businessmen were synonymous with greed, treachery, and selfishness."

"It wasn't until I met you that I realized that businessmen can also be Chicheng, passionate, and dedicate everything to the country and the people!"

"Those who are great in business serve the country and the people."

"Chen Mo, thank you for letting me understand this truth thoroughly."

The other side.

Khadgar took a private jet back to the Overlord.

As soon as he got off the plane, he immediately drove non-stop to Balzaha's manor.

To Khadgar's surprise.

At this time, Balzaha's manor was as quiet as a tomb!

There is not a single servant in the entire manor!

Except for Barzaha's study, there is no light anywhere else!

"Mr. Khadgar, our master has been waiting for you for a long time."

At this time, the butler Pierre came out to greet him, maintaining his everlasting elegance and arrogance.

"snort!"

Khadgar pushed Pierre away and rushed to Balzahar's study in a menacing manner.

At this time, Balzaha was sitting at the desk, holding a glass of red wine and tasting it with a smile.

"Balzaha!!! I want you to give me a satisfactory explanation!!!"

Khadgar cursed, slammed the table, and said angrily.

"Mr. Khadgar, don't worry."

Barzahar got a glass of red wine and gave it to Khadgar: "I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Khadgar picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp, snorting coldly: "Don't think that a few glasses of wine can get rid of me!"

"Barzahar, let me tell you, this time, if your explanation is unreasonable, you will die!"

Barzahar said nothing.

He stood up, walked to the record player, and put an ancient vinyl record on it.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~"

After a while, a moving ballad sounded.

“Country-roads, take-me-home (country roads, take me home)

To-the-place-I-belong (Take me back to my roots)

…”

Balzaha lay down on the chair, closed his eyes, and hummed along with a look of intoxication.

"I want you to give me an explanation!!!"

"Did you hear that?!!!"

Khadgar swore angrily.

"I'm from the Fire Nation. The four major grain merchants destroyed my country, and now they want to destroy Daxia, so I want to help Chen Mo."

Balzaha rocked the rocking chair squeakingly and said with a slight smile: "Isn't this a sufficient reason?"

Khadgar was stunned, and then he said in disbelief:

"Barzahar, are you crazy?"

"You are from Hegemony! Hegemony is your home!!!"

Hearing this, Balzaha suddenly opened his eyes emotionally and roared:

"Bmerica-will-never-be-home!!! (Hegemony will never be home)"

Kader's fat body trembled as he nodded, and said angrily: "Okay, okay!"

"You betrayed the four major grain merchants and the overlord!"

"This means that you chose death!!!"

Balzahar stared at Khadgar indifferently.

In the study at this time, there was only the faint sound of music.

“Take-me-home, country-roads (country roads, take me home)

All-my-memories-gather-round-her (around her, are all my memories)

Miner'sLady-stranger-to-blue-water (miner's wife, a person who has never seen the sea)

Dark-and-dusty-painted-on-the-sky (smoke and dust, covering the sky)..."

suddenly.

Balzaha's mouth overflowed with blood, and he looked at Khadgar with a weird smile on his face.

Khadgar frowned, not understanding what was happening.

The next moment, he felt a twinge in his heart, and a violent suffocation feeling came from his body, causing him to collapse on the ground!

"You...you poisoned the wine..."

Khadgar shivered with difficulty breathing.

He struggled to crawl toward the door, but his body was too fat and the poison was too deep. He soon fell to the ground, twitched for a while, then his eyes widened and he stopped moving.

Barzahar was too lazy to pay attention to him, took out the only family photo from the drawer, sat in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and listened to the music.

Scenes from the past emerged in Balzaha's mind.

His eyes were filled with tears.

"Misty-taste-of-moonshine, Tear-drops-in-my-eyes

Country-roads, take-me-home (country road, take me home)

To-the-place-I-belong (to the place where I grew up)

Take-me-home, country-roads (country roads, take me home)

Take-me-home, country-roads

(Country Road, take me home)…”

Father, mother, I’m coming home to see you...

Barzahar closed his eyes, lay on the rocking chair, holding the photo in his hand, and lowered his head amidst the melodious music.