Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

"Four hundred thousand!" A man's clear voice rang out. If you listen carefully, you will know that such a voice comes from the mouth of a minor.

Heizi silently raised the sign, and when he saw Uncle Jiang was about to get angry, he added fuel to the fire. Meng Zhiling glanced at Heizi lightly, and their eyes met.

"Captain..." he called softly, his eyes showing nervousness and uneasiness. One could only see the shape of his lips when he said "captain", without making any sound at all.

Even though Meng Zhiling shook her head, she knew that he must be blaming himself for "making decisions on his own" or was afraid that she would punish him. However, Meng Zhiling was not an unreasonable leader. Although she did not condone her subordinates making decisions on their own, she just regarded Heizi's behavior this time as a joke.

"Ding, dang, dang..." The host looked nervously at Uncle Jiang with a dark face. The Wu family was already very unhappy that only a few people came to the auction. If something happened again at this auction, his iron rice bowl might be lost. At least now the Wu family is still deeply rooted and indestructible.

"Everyone, please note that I've made it very clear before we begin, but it's clear that some buyers still don't quite understand our rules today. That's fine, but I'll reiterate that today's auction will be an English-style one, with ascending bids. The starting price remains two million!"

The host explained calmly that it was not like he had not seen such situations before, and he was confident that he could handle such a thing. Besides, the starting price of two million was already the smallest case he had ever presided over, and he could still control the situation.

"Three million!" As soon as the host finished speaking, Uncle Jiang finally couldn't hold back and directly raised the price by one million, although for a huge Ningze Pharmaceutical, this was not enough for it to pay the monthly factory rent.

Meng Zhiling was about to raise her hand, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man on her right took the lead and also raised the price by one million. When the two families were arguing fiercely and quickly raised the price to ten million, Xiaobai nervously clicked his fingers, and Heizi had the urge to raise his hand many times, but did not dare to move because Meng Zhiling did not give any instructions.

"Twenty million!" When Uncle Jiang raised the price by one million again, Meng Zhiling smiled slightly, raised the sign confidently, and the number she shouted out almost made Heizi fall.

The already quiet scene fell silent again. Uncle Jiang and the mysterious middle-aged man were both amazed. Uncle Jiang looked at Meng Zhiling silently, and finally snorted coldly and left the scene in a quiet atmosphere. The mysterious middle-aged man still didn't know what was in his eyes under his sunglasses.

In the end, of course, apart from Meng Zhiling, no one was willing to pay 20 million for a brand and company whose reputation and credibility had been overdrawn. In other words, under Ningze, there were still many workers whose wages had not been resolved, and there were still many lawsuits from patients waiting for them.

Meng Zhiling easily acquired all of Ningze Pharmaceutical at a "high price" of 20 million.

After leaving the auction house, Meng Zhiling saw Uncle Jiang leaning leisurely against the car door, looking forward to the gate.

"Xiaobai, Heizi, you should go back first today, have a good rest and exercise, you will be busy in the near future." Meng Zhiling smiled at Uncle Jiang, knowing that he must be waiting for her, otherwise why would he not leave after being out for so long.

"But..." Xiaobai, of course, also understood what Uncle Jiang meant, and said worriedly. Although she couldn't really help Meng Zhiling in any way here, seeing that the person was just an ordinary human being, she didn't say anything else.

"Okay, I'm fine. You guys go back first. I have to meet someone next, so it's not convenient for me to take you with me." Thinking that she would have to meet Yuan Yongkai later in the evening, Meng Zhiling felt deeply sad about her fate.

"Miss Meng, please get in the car. My master wants to see you!" Uncle Jiang did not call Meng this time. Firstly, because they were not in school at the moment, and secondly, he also knew that Meng Zhiling in front of him was not just an ordinary student.

"Oh, who is your master?" Meng Zhiling raised an eyebrow and did not intend to follow Uncle Jiang's "advice". Instead, she walked straight to her car.

"Miss Meng, I advise you not to refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. You can't be unaware of who our master is. In Linhai City, there is really no one our master wants to see but cannot see!" Uncle Jiang stretched out his arm and stopped Meng Zhiling who was walking past him. His tone was not as polite as before, although it was not very polite just now.

"Then I want to see what the consequences will be if I disappear? Will I be left dead in the wilderness or will I be killed without a trace by some experts?" Meng Zhiling turned her head and met the stiff Uncle Jiang with a fierce look. This sudden change really made Uncle Jiang react.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Uncle Jiang explained nervously and quickly, as if someone had discovered some secret in his heart.

"Haha, why are you so angry? I'm just guessing, but I don't know whether your Wu family has done those things." Meng Zhiling smiled faintly, ignoring Uncle Jiang's outstretched arm. She moved her body slightly, and Uncle Jiang's arm seemed to be hit by something weighing a thousand pounds, and his whole body fell to one side.

Fortunately, I was leaning against a car, otherwise the situation would have been very embarrassing.

"For a girl, the Wu family's invitation method is a bit too much. Does Mr. Wu have to meet the person he wants to meet? What should I do? I also want to have dinner with this young lady today. You can go back and tell your master that he can invite the person he wants to meet in person. This shows sincerity. But you have to queue up. There is definitely no chance today." Meng Zhiling had just opened the car door when she saw the middle-aged man in sunglasses who had been sitting on her right walk to Uncle Jiang's side and said loudly.

He announced it confidently and proudly, as if Meng Zhiling was really willing to meet or have dinner with him.

"Yes, Mr. Ming, I will convey your words to the master truthfully." Uncle Jiang gritted his teeth, still enduring the severe pain just now, but had to bow his head to the man in front of him. This moment was truly the most embarrassing one in his life since he followed the master.

Meng Zhiling had no intention of paying any attention to such a self-righteous man. She felt it was good to keep his mysterious aura, but when she heard him say that he wanted to invite her to dinner tonight and he was so determined, Meng Zhiling wanted to get in the car and leave immediately.

But when I saw Uncle Jiang's attitude change 190 degrees, I was considering whether I should make friends with such a person.

A friend that even the Wu family is wary of!

In Linhai City, and even in the whole of China, there are only a handful of people who can make the Wu family wary. She knows Yuan Yongkai, Qiao Surong, and even Mr. Hua. So the rest should only be the Ming family of the business empire!

I just don't know who Mr. Ming is. I wonder if he will help me or drag me into a dilemma.

As everyone knows, the status of the Ming family's business empire has now been divided up in half by Qiao Surong, so after weighing the pros and cons, Meng Zhiling felt that it would be better not to make friends with him. After all, such a relationship is somewhat awkward.

"Ms. Meng, please stay!" Seeing that Meng Zhiling was about to get on the car, Mr. Ming immediately walked up to Meng Zhiling, took off his sunglasses like a gentleman, and revealed a harmless-looking smile.

"What advice does this gentleman have?" Since Meng Zhiling had already decided not to have close relations with him, she obviously acted aloof.

"I don't deserve your advice. I just came to congratulate Miss Meng on her successful bid. If Miss Meng would do me the honor, I would like to have dinner with her!" The man spoke very modestly, and the smile on his lips made her easily think of Qiao Surong.

But when he took off his sunglasses, Meng Zhiling frowned slightly, because she discovered a very strange phenomenon. There was always a sense of suspicious familiarity between the eyebrows of the man in front of her. This sense of familiarity was hard to explain, or she was unwilling to admit her discovery at the first time.

Because she found that the man's eyebrows, especially his bright eyes, were exactly similar to her current appearance, but she would rather believe that it was a coincidence. After all, in this world, two people who have no blood relationship may have the same face, not to mention the same eyes.

"If I were to congratulate you, I would like to thank you for your kindness, but I have a dinner party tonight. I'm sorry." Meng Zhiling refused directly without any polite words like "let's do it another day" and completely cut off the other party's thoughts.

Although she didn't know what the other party's purpose was in approaching her, ever since she saw those similar eyes, she refused to have anything to do with him from the bottom of her heart, no matter how much significance or help his appearance had for her.

If she needs help, she now has the solid backing of Qiao Surong, which she feels is enough.

"Well, I believe we will meet again, so please drive carefully." After saying that, he gentlemanly opened Meng Zhiling's car door again, allowing Meng Zhiling to enjoy princess-like treatment.

Night slowly fell, and Chunmantang was already crowded with people. However, in a secluded corner, Meng Zhiling gently pushed open the door and saw Yuan Yongkai sitting upright.

"I'm sorry, I'm late!" Meng Zhiling smiled sweetly. This sorry was a sign of respect for Yuan Yongkai.

"No, it's my fault that I was too anxious and arrived early!" Yuan Yong smiled warmly. He had the ability to completely eliminate all the other party's apologies and give people the most comfortable and stress-free space for conversation.

"Okay, let's stop being polite to each other. I already regard you as a friend for life and death, so there's no need to be polite. I'm hungry. Have you ordered food?" Meng Zhiling smiled. In front of him, it seemed that she didn't need to pretend at all. After all, he had seen her in all her miserable looks.

It was like Qiao Surong didn't need to pretend in front of her, because she had seen him dying or already "dead", so why would there be any need for him to wear a hypocritical mask.