Reborn with wealth that rivals the country.

That night, Chen Mo stayed in the palace and was treated like an emperor.

This kind of treatment is probably unique in the world, even Solomon cannot enjoy it.

After all, the people in the foundation want to control resources, not people, and generally they will give a certain amount of say to emperor-level figures.

Looking at the starry sky outside the palace window and seeing Aisha sleeping soundly, Chen Mo's happiness only lasted for a moment.

Nowadays, the improvement in identity and status, and the happiness brought by beauties and money can no longer stimulate Chen Mo.

It seems that only career and contribution to society can give him the motivation to move forward.

“No wonder many of the country’s richest people are still working hard even when they are in their 80s.

It’s no wonder that many wealthy people, who are so rich, still suffer from depression.”

Chen Mo murmured to himself.

He didn’t understand before. He always thought that he was rich, he didn’t have to worry about food and drink, and he didn’t have to work hard for a living. He could buy whatever he wanted and travel wherever he wanted. What was there to be depressed about?

So pretentious!

But now, as long as Chen Mo wants, he can go to the club in Saint-Lodu to watch dancing, go to the Sunset Empire to feed pigeons, and then go to Yingdu to have fun in one day.

But he was already tired of these things. They didn't stimulate his nerves at all, and he had no motivation to do them at all.

Even women were not very interested anymore.

Chen Mo discovered that his criteria for finding a woman was now based on interests first!

If it doesn't bring any benefits, he won't bother to touch her no matter how beautiful she is.

"What are you thinking about..." Aisha suddenly opened her eyes, mumbled a few words in confusion, hooked her arms around Chen Mo's neck, and then secretly added: "Dear..."

"Nothing, just suffering from insomnia and looking for trouble in the middle of the night, emo." Chen Mo joked.

"Then lie down. I have a set of massage techniques passed down from the royal ancestors of the Sunset Empire to help you clear your meridians."

Aisha stood up and walked to Chen Mo's head, reaching out to help him massage the meridians in his head.

Chen Mo's mind was still in a mess.

He was thinking about the "Day of God's Chosen".

“Will I really die on that day? Will I really not survive?

If so, can I avoid death if I give up on advancing the "Final Battle" now?

But if I do that...will I be willing?"

“Don’t frown!”

Aisha was serious for once, and she shouted in an imperative tone: "Now, I order you as the Queen to enjoy the massage, empty your mind completely, and don't think about anything else!

Tomorrow’s problems, think about them tomorrow, and future matters, solve them later!"

Hearing this, Chen Mo threw away the messy emotions in his mind, closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

"The Empress gives a massage, this is unique in the world, right?" Chen Mo joked.

"It is not only unique in the world, but also unique in the entire history of mankind.

The status of the empress of our Sunset Empire has always been very high, and when she gets married, the man always takes the royal surname!"

Aisha said with a smile.

"Thank you."

Chen Mo felt that he was gradually getting sleepy.

"Sleep well... With the Empress accompanying you tonight, you will feel safe and relaxed. Yes, sleep well and have a good dream, ok..."

……

……

Chen Mo had a good dream.

But Solomon could not sleep.

As soon as he got up, he secretly convened a meeting with the senior members of the Rothschild family and the senior members who had been promoted.

I will discuss the matter of Empty Ou Meng with Chen Mo tomorrow and let the top leaders express their opinions.

The senior executives were all shocked when they heard this!

This is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger!

Everyone knows that no matter which country Chen Mo shorts, his ultimate goal must be to target the foundation and the hegemonic country.

After all, Chen Mo has announced more than once that he wants to make Daxia the world's number one.

If Daxia becomes number one, then the Ba Kingdom will definitely not be number one!

Secondly, if they are really determined to attack the Oumeng and use the Oumeng's blood packs to replenish their own blood volume, then at least half of the main gods in the foundation will turn against them!

You should know that more than half of the Foundation’s main god bases are in Oulun!

This method of operation is equivalent to overturning someone's lair!

So these people’s first reaction is to disagree and firmly oppose!

However, Solomon's confidant expressed Solomon's considerations.

The foundation is now facing internal and external troubles.

Hannibal's faction, led by the second god, was eyeing Solomon's position.

If Solomon does not follow up on the short selling this time, even if Chen Mo succeeds, the fate of those main gods will be the same.

But Hannibal would use this matter to find fault with Solomon and even force him to abdicate.

Will the foundation be able to escape the fate of falling apart by then?

Instead of doing this, it is better to follow the short selling. At least you can make money and weaken the power of those main gods. Then, whatever Solomon says will be the final word, right?

“I only came here to tell you that it is actually impossible to maintain the overall interests of the foundation.

What I have to do now is to safeguard our own interests at all costs.

As for what will happen next, will the foundation fall apart, or will the Lord fall, or will the ultimate battle break out...

To be honest, I don’t think that far ahead.”

Solomon also laid his cards on the table: "Given the current situation, we can either cooperate with Chen Mo and short the Ou Alliance to suck blood and replenish our own energy.

Or we can just sit back and do nothing and let Chen Mo go short. As for whether Ou Meng can hold on, it depends on its ability. But if it can't hold on, I'm afraid my position as the first Lord God will change. I can't say what you will do. "

A dramatic scene occurred. Some people who had previously vowed not to cooperate with Chen Mo chose to remain silent.

After a night of heated debate, both sides were exhausted from the debate.

However, there are still many people who simply think that cooperating with Chen Mo is a slow death, and they choose to fight to the end.

Neither faction can convince the other, and each of them has their own reasons.

Then, at 7:30 in the morning, when the quarrel between the two sides gave Solomon a splitting headache, he simply called a vote.

Those who chose not to cooperate with Chen Mo and wait and see received 77% of the votes.

But then, Solomon announced another thing: "The Seventh Lord God has been sentenced to death. The matter of getting rid of the gulls in the Sunset Empire has been handled by Chen Mo. He will only announce it when he sells off the Gull Alliance."

The expressions of these senior executives are much uglier than a beeped dog...

If the sunset takes off the gulls...

Then shorting Oulun is basically halfway to success!

It seems that it is not very important whether they cooperate or not?

At eight o'clock, Solomon called for another vote.

Working with Chen Mo, we achieved a 97% voter turnout.

Although Solomon personally planned and led this result, he waved his hand dejectedly and said to everyone: "Everyone has not slept all night, go home and have a shower."

Isn’t this a kind of sadness?