Let you raise pigs?But kicked me out of the classmate group?

Chapter 1415 Combat Skills? Cockfighting!
Chapter 1416 Combat Skills? Cockfighting!
On the morning of the third day, as soon as the door to the meeting room in the mining area was cracked open, the bigwigs rushed in.

"Let me see, where is Mr. Qin?"

"Don't push! Don't you see there are people here? Why are you pushing in!"

"Douglas, you scoundrel!"

"..."

These people, who are big shots in the outside world, are now in the conference room of the mining area like people who haven't eaten for eight hundred years, scrambling to grab the first spoonful.

It has to be said that this scene is quite spectacular, after all, these big shots can cause the entire street's finances to fluctuate with just a stomp of their feet.

Douglas specially changed into a set of durable work clothes, clutching the cooperation proposal he had worked on overnight.

He believed Qin Hao had reasons he couldn't refuse this cooperation proposal.

The homepage prominently displays the profit sharing: Mr. Qin receives 70%.

Sacrificing 70% of their profits is arguably the biggest restriction they've imposed on Qin Hao, and a last resort chosen to ensure this cooperation.

There's nothing we can do about it; there are just too many people vying for the crabs this time.

They must find a way to surpass the advantages of others, and the best way to do that is to give up their own profits.

When Qin Hao came in right on time, he was holding a half-eaten compressed biscuit in his hand.

He glanced at the room full of people dressed in suits and ties, and walked straight to the head of the table.

No one uttered a sound.

In the past, Qin Hao would definitely have sat in the seat next to him.

This time, however, he sat in the main seat, and no one dared to object.

Qin Hao originally wanted Ailiya to come and attend this important occasion with him.

The underlying meaning is also to increase Aria's popularity.

However, Aria refused, partly because she thought that if she went, she would be judged by others.

As a princess, she didn't like this.

On the other hand, it's also because she completely regarded Qin Hao as her man, and she hoped that her man would have absolute popularity and ability.

Therefore, she did not participate in this meeting. Qin Hao was thinking of himself, and he was well aware of that.

"The rules are simple: if you want gold, you have to take my orders."

He slammed a procurement list on the table. "Within three months, I need five thousand heavy drilling rigs and ten thousand sets of protective equipment. I will pay for the shipping myself. Whoever gathers the supplies first will sign the contract first."

Qin Hao had actually planned to compile this procurement list a long time ago, but the discovery of the underground base solidified his resolve.

However, many of these devices are limited in quantity and expensive, so even if Arya's family can support him, there are still limitations.

Qin Hao was well aware of this. He saw from future news that gold prices would rise, and that gold prices in China would also soar.

This underground base is very likely to become a target of public criticism in the future.

After all, the extremely high purity gold inside is an irresistible temptation for anyone, and the model can obtain an unimaginable amount of money through this underground mining base.

Douglas was stunned.

These devices are already in high demand in the market, and the three-month time limit is simply unreasonable.

But looking at the gold purity test report scrolling on the screen behind Qin Hao, he gritted his teeth.

"I'll take it!"

Morgan's heirs followed closely behind.

"We'll pay more and get priority delivery!"

After the two people spoke first, the others also rushed to raise their bids.

Although it was just a meeting, it has gradually turned into an auction.

Qin Hao didn't respond, but was very satisfied with the results achieved so far.

He simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.

There's no rush at this point; whoever gets anxious first will lose.

The people in front of him were all anxious, but Qin Hao was not. Therefore, he still maintained the initiative and could let these people figure out his intentions themselves.

Just like being a leader, you can't speak too explicitly; you have to let your subordinates figure out what you mean.

Is the leader really smart? Not necessarily, but he is smart because he is the leader.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting soft shadows on his face and making his eyes appear even more profound.

Outside, town residents peered out of their windows, marveling at the live stream on their phones.

Logically, there should be extremely high security around here, but Qin Hao deliberately let them in so that he could spread the news. He was waiting for a more powerful family or a reclusive tycoon to come and discuss cooperation with him.

The first thing to do is to build a reputation; these people are more effective than any advertising.

"Isn't that a Wall Street financial crocodile? Why is he acting like a grandson in front of Mr. Qin?"

"Serves them right! They used to bully us miners all the time, now they know who's in charge!"

"They all acted like dogs in front of Qin Hao. They probably never imagined they'd end up like this, right?"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, making it dazzling to watch.

"That's a real boss! Qin Hao is truly amazing for making even the biggest financial tycoons obey him!"

"Things are valued for their scarcity; having gold in hand gives you confidence!"

"I'm not going to say anything more, I'm going to go buy gold right now. If this gold is released, the price will definitely go up."

"Look, some newbies have already entered the game. Haven't you ever thought that such a secretive scene could not possibly be broadcast live? It must be something they did on purpose to drive up the price."

There are many wise people among the crowd who are sober while everyone else is drunk.

They overestimated their own potential and underestimated Qin Hao's.

But this is normal; most people can only have a general understanding and knowledge of what they come into contact with.

Once they go beyond the level they've reached, they don't think that way anymore.

The most typical example is the emperor's golden hoe. They never considered that the emperor didn't actually need to cultivate the land; they were just reaping the benefits.

"Have you two finished arguing?"

Qin Hao tapped the table, interrupting the scramble, "Deliver the goods in three days. No waiting after that."

After saying that, he got up and left, leaving the room full of bigwigs looking at each other in bewilderment.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, his gaze sweeping over Douglas.

"By the way, next time you come, wear more comfortable shoes."

Douglas looked down at the work boots he had specially changed into, and his face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

The wind in the mining area swept by, carrying golden sand, and Qin Hao's figure disappeared in the direction of the command tent.

A roar came from the distant mine, and a new drilling rig was being brought in.

That was the confidence he gained by exchanging his first batch of gold, and it was also the bargaining chip that forced all capital to bow down.

Inside the meeting room, the bigwigs began negotiations, even exchanging sarcastic remarks.

Douglas clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, staring at the direction Qin Hao had disappeared in, and snorted coldly.

"Pretending."

He was publicly called out by Qin Hao just now, which was a real slap in the face. If it weren't for Qin Hao, he would have already lost his temper.

Now that Qin Hao is gone, he dares to speak, because he doesn't dare to offend Qin Hao and lose this opportunity.

Morgan's heir picked up the glass of cold water on the table and gulped it down, pursing his lips.

"Now is not the time for angry talk; we need to find a way to get the equipment."

A director wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of calculation.

"I do have a connection, it's about the price..."

With so many big shots around, he felt he had little hope of getting it.

Why not take advantage of Qin Hao's demands and make a killing? That way, the trip won't be in vain.

Price is not a problem!

Douglas slammed his fist on the table, veins throbbing on his face. "What's a little extra money if we can get the gold agency rights?"

All eyes immediately focused on him; some looked disdainful, while others had shifty eyes.

What does it mean to change your face faster than turning the pages of a book?

He appears disdainful of Qin Hao, but his actions betray his true feelings.

"Douglas, don't think you're the only one with connections."

Another bigwig chuckled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "I've already got the factories in Europe working overtime to catch up."

The atmosphere in the meeting room became tense again, with arguments and sneers rising and falling, and neither side willing to back down.

Meanwhile, inside the command tent, Qin Hao was watching the real-time updates on the gold price trend on the screen. It was almost in line with his expectations, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

At that moment, Charlie reported from the side, "Boss, the remnants of the Blackstone Group are stirring up trouble on the border again."

Qin Hao raised his eyes, his gaze turning cold, and said, "Let Ali handle it. Don't let it affect our mining progress."

"Yes."

Charlie acknowledged the order and stepped aside to make a phone call.

Qin Hao's gaze returned to the screen, his hand tapping lightly on the table as if he were pondering something.

These rats will have to be eliminated sooner or later.

Otherwise, his occasional nasty antics would also make Qin Hao very uncomfortable.

The argument in the conference room continued. Douglas suddenly stood up, his collar askew, and said, "You lot of people talk a good game, but when it comes to actually fighting, who's willing to put in the serious effort?"

"Speak up? Who dares?"

Morgan's heir gave a cold laugh and slowly swirled his water glass.

"Douglas, don't try to act like a saint. Everyone knows what you're really thinking."

The director, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, pushed up his glasses and took the opportunity to interject.

"There's no point in arguing about these things now. We should think about how to gather the equipment. I heard that there are some second-hand drilling rigs in South Asia. They're a bit old, but they can still be used after some repairs."

"second hand?"

Douglas frowned, his face full of disgust. "If Qin Hao saw this junk, he would kick us out."

"Do you have a better idea?"

Morgan's heir raised an eyebrow and asked in return, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The argument erupted again, like a group of enraged fighting cocks, neither willing to back down.

Inside the command tent, Qin Hao looked at the numbers flashing on the screen and suddenly said, "Charlie, have Aria make preparations. She'll take the samples to the Gold Price Bureau in three days."

Charlie, who had just returned from the phone call, nodded and said, "Boss, should we let Pierre know beforehand?"

But deep down, he couldn't help but think to himself.

If you had told me earlier, I could have done it together. Why did you have to bring it up now?

Qin Hao shook his head, his eyes sharp, and said, "No need."

"Once they see the samples, they will naturally obey."

He paused, then added, "Also, have Ali keep a close eye on the remnants of Hellfire, lest they ruin everything."

Neither of these two sides are easy to deal with.

"clear."

Charlie nodded slightly, but no matter how dissatisfied he was, he dared not speak to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao sat comfortably in his chair and watched the live stream of nearby residents.

The more they argue, the better it is for Qin Hao.

That's what he wanted.

The snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit.

The argument in the conference room grew louder and louder, with spittle almost splashing onto the conference table.

Douglas, his face flushed and neck red, slammed his fist on the table.

"I've already contacted the Nanzhou factory. They can cut in line for production, but they'll charge three times the premium!"

Morgan's heir loosened his tie, his tone sarcastic.

"Three times? Douglas, do you think Qin Hao is stupid? The gold obtained by exchanging premium equipment will have to be used to offset all the profits!"

Upon hearing this, the director wearing gold-rimmed glasses rolled his eyes and said leisurely, "Gentlemen, I think we can unite and each take ownership of a portion of the equipment list."

"Finally, we'll consolidate the deliveries. This way, we can both meet the required quantity and spread the costs."

As soon as these words were spoken, the arguing immediately subsided.

The group looked at each other, clearly finding the idea feasible.

Douglas frowned, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"We can form an alliance, but who will take the lead? And who will be responsible if problems arise?"

"Naturally, the responsibility should be shared according to the proportion of investment."

The Morgan heir immediately chimed in, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, "My Morgan family is willing to take 30%."

"Our Douglas Group will take 25%!"

"I'll take 20%!"

Seeing this, the director's lips curled into a cold smile.

His purpose was achieved.

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