The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

[So, did anyone take pictures of all these? Well, aren't there so many people showing off their wealth in our country every day? Why is it that no one is buying them now? ]

[Um, can the person in front stop using moral blackmail? ]

[Stop arguing, stop arguing, this was filmed, but I don’t know who filmed it. ]

Karlaqi watched Tang Tang raise his sign again and again without changing his expression. For the first time, he couldn't hold back his expression and asked in surprise, "It's already more than 40 billion. Do you still want to bid?"

Tang Tang ignored him and raised the sign again without hesitation.

The auctioneer's voice was trembling with excitement as he struck the hammer and shouted, "Box 1, 45 billion!"

This is US dollars!

In fact, what surprised Karlaci was not that Tang Tang had more than 40 billion US dollars in reserves, but that she could freely control more than 40 billion US dollars in cash flow.

What is this concept?

45 billion US dollars, which may even be the total foreign exchange reserves of some small countries.

There was no expression on Tang Tang's face, but her heart was filled with joy.

She kept holding up the sign, and then the system announced something.

Many boxes began to inquire about the situation in Box No. 1.

"Isn't the person in Box 1 Carl Lazi? Has he finally gone mad and decided to spend all his money and then find a place to jump into the sea and stop fighting with me?"

A man who looked very similar to Karl Lazi, but younger and gloomier, was one of many young people, leaning on the sofa, smoking and talking to his companions in confusion.

"I don't think so," his companion shook his head, "If he really makes this choice, then I won't have to worry about you not being able to defeat him."

"Humph."

The other box was filled with Chinese people, led by a middle-aged man with a solemn face and a stern temperament.

He put his hands behind his back, looked at the glass of Box No. 1, and said slowly, "It's embarrassing for us to have the government buy it back, but we didn't expect the person we arranged to have a car accident. We can only say it's fate."

A man and a woman stood behind him. The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "Secretary, when I came here, I heard some news in the corridor."

"It's about Box No. 1."

The middle-aged man was stunned and asked, "What news?"

The woman whispered, "It is said that two people in charge, a man and a woman, entered Box No. 1. The woman seems to be...very famous in Italy recently."

At this point, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be surprised, and turned his head to confirm, "Are you talking about the new bloodline of the Newkman family mentioned in the recent reports?"

The woman nodded and explained, "It is said that this young lady has Chinese ancestry. She has appeared in China before, and...she is very high-profile."

At this moment, the young man who had been silent all the time also brightened up and added, "Secretary, it seems that I know this person. She seems to have appeared with Political Commissar Wang's brother and Colonel Jiang's son before. They were all Chinese before coming to Italy."

Then he added, "But for now, it's possible that this lady is mixed-race."

The middle-aged man pondered, a descendant of the Italian mafia has connections with the family of a Chinese senior official? Now he is also high-profile in taking pictures of Chinese treasures...

He had no choice but to think carefully. As the second-in-command of the National Security Bureau, he had to eliminate all destabilizing factors.

However, at present, it seems that this lady with a complicated identity may not have any malicious intentions.

He thought for a moment and told the man, "Call Political Commissar Wang."

Political Commissar Wang is 35 years old this year and has been promoted to the political commissar of a province. His ability and energy should not be underestimated.

He is Wang Feiyan’s elder brother, the eldest son of the Wang family, and the political commissar who, in Tang Tang’s previous life, came out of the mountains and relied on his solid achievements in poverty alleviation at the grassroots level.

Wang Feiyi.

Our secretary also understands young people. After all, the young Wang Feiyi is much easier to communicate with than Colonel Jiang, who has a bad temper.

The phone beeped a few times, and a deep, magnetic voice came from the other end, asking politely, "Hello, Secretary Song, I wonder how Guoan has time to call me? Or did my brother cause such trouble?"

"Ahem," Song Chengshu thought to himself that the Wang family was indeed "deep in brotherhood," and explained, "Nothing, I just have some news I want to ask Political Commissar Wang. Do you know if there was a young girl around your brother when he was in the country before?"

In just a dozen minutes, all of Tang Tang's records in the country during the recent period were submitted.

Secretary Song was flipping through the small stack of information, his brows furrowed.

Wang Feiyi on the other end of the phone paused with his hand holding the cigarette. He was wearing a light-colored home suit, but still looked tall and straight, with a great aura.

Just at this moment, the door slammed open, and Wang Feiyi looked at his brother expressionlessly, laughing wildly, and rushed in like a wild dog, then went upstairs with thumps.

Wang Feiyi: Hesitant to Speak

The hand holding the cigarette paused, and finally he called out in a low voice with a headache, "Aunt Liu, call him down."

Wang Feiyan had just thrown himself on the bed and was about to share with Tang Tang that he had won a five million lottery jackpot. As soon as he opened the group chat, he saw the message that Tang Tang had just refreshed.

Tang Tang: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] How about my new pet? Isn’t it beautiful?

The golden snake was wrapped around the white and slender arm with yellow and white patterns on it. Wang Feiyan's eyes turned dark and he felt like dying.

Then he heard Aunt Liu calling him downstairs, his big brother the King of Hell was waiting for him downstairs.

Wang Feiyan felt that he wanted to die even more.

He reluctantly got up from the bed, threw a few question marks at Tang Tang in the group, and then slowly climbed down the stairs.

As soon as he came down the stairs he saw his elder brother sitting on a black leather sofa, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his legs casually crossed, and a dying cigarette between his right hand.

The mint-flavored cigarette emitted a faint green mist, which obscured Wang Feiyi's unclear face.

Wang Feiyan's heart suddenly shrank.

He is fearless, but the person he fears most is his elder brother.

After all, people who play politics are dirty, and he thinks his elder brother is especially dirty. Every time his elder brother doesn't speak and just looks at him, Wang Feiyan recalls his terrible childhood when he was hung up and beaten by his brother.

"Hey, brother, what do you want from me?"

Wang Feiyi casually rolled the cigarette butt in the ashtray and asked calmly, "Why, can't I come to you if there's nothing wrong?"

Damn it, what on earth did I do again! ?

He looked at Wang Feiyi cautiously, "Brother, I have been very honest recently."

Wang Feiyi did not comment, "I heard that you and the Jiang family's kid met a new girl recently?"

Wang Feiyan's eyes suddenly widened, "Brother, no way, are you spying on me?"