My right eye is a god-level computer.

And it is recommended from 0 years old to adults!

Users love to play football and would never recommend basketball...

Users love mountaineering, instantly recommend climbing equipment...

This...

Simply too precise!

Teng Hualong blinked, Penguin's main revenue comes from Internet advertising.

With this algorithm...

All advertising efficiency will be greatly improved!

Advertisers are naturally willing to add more!

It is conservatively estimated that the turnover will increase by [-] billion a year, no problem!

Turning to the end, Teng Hualong saw the name of the sender—Di San!

Teng Hualong sighed heavily!

Di San, a master, be convinced!

but.

For a moment, Teng Hualong was worried about gains and losses.

Would it be better for Di San to owe me a favor?

That's something that can't be measured in money, right?

The chief financial officer on the side asked directly: "Mr. Teng, after this money is spent, there will not be much money in our account!"

Teng Hualong sighed slightly, "Tighten your belt to live, have you heard?"

The chief financial officer was still a little unwilling, "Then when will the money be recovered?"

Teng Hualong scratched his head, "Let's discuss again!"

...

Yingzhi Group Office.

All the confidantes of the Yan family, plus Yan Qingwen.

I am lighting a lamp to boil oil, fighting all night.

Aiming at Liu Di's ten problems, they racked their brains to discuss countermeasures!

Finally, after 4 hours, Yan Qingwen got a satisfactory answer.

According to the excitement in my heart, I sent it to Di San's mailbox.

Everyone also watched intently.

Yan Qingwen stood by the computer, anxiously waiting for the answer.

1 minutes later.

Di San replied with two words: garbage.

OMG!

All the planners complained endlessly!

Is this Di San sick?

None of this works?

What does he want?

Yan Qingwen also sighed heavily, calmed down for a long time, and gritted her teeth: "Come again!"

Three hours later, another plan came out.

Emperor Three: Garbage.

Yan Qingwen didn't speak, and silently tore up the plan in her hand.

Come again!

Another 3 hours.

The sky is already dark.

Less than 6 hours away from the equity auction.

The plan is issued.

Emperor Three: Garbage.

Yan Qingwen's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily, "Come again!"

Really Wenwen wants to be self-improving!

Even a group of employees were affected by her unyielding temperament!

Well, then come again!

5 hours later.

Many employees have already fallen asleep on the table.

Yan Qingwen fought alone.

We finally sent out the plan for the 5th time.

It took a full 30 minutes this time before Di San replied.

It's still two words - rubbish.

171. Looking Back Against Attack

It's exactly 9 o'clock in the morning.

Yan Qingwen, who hadn't slept all night, came to the equity brokerage accompanied by two little girls.

After a whole night of hard work, Yingzhi Group's rectification plan failed to win the emperor's three...

Or Brother Liu's approval!

Yan Qingwen's face was full of tiredness.

th!

The two jumping twins stopped talking at this time.

No money was raised.

Yingzhi Group is hopeless.

To be bought.

The Yan family will be kicked out!

I can't imagine what will happen!

The auction center of the equity intermediary.

More than a dozen Yingzhi shareholders, as well as Ouyang Fengyu.

There was also a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion who had arrived early.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is an imperceptible sluggishness on the faces of Yingzhi shareholders.

Like not waking up.

Ouyang Fengyu looked at the three daughters of the Yan family who were in a state of desperation, and smiled even more ferociously.

And that middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion is the owner to be acquired today, Fan Chengan, the vice president of Wit Bio Group!

An auctioneer came onto the stage and cleared his throat.

"Hello, all shareholders of Yingzhi Group, and respected Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Fan of Witt Biotech."

"In 5 minutes, we will conduct an auction of 52.13% of Yingzhi Group on time, with a price of 2603 billion."

"For this auction, we will support both online and on-site auctions..."

"Ok?"

Before the auctioneer finished speaking, Fan Chengan, vice president of Witt, wondered in a low voice, "What else are you doing online?"

But Ouyang Fengyu hurriedly flattered him: "President Fan, don't worry, this is just a process."

"We didn't spread the sale of Yingzhi's equity to the outside world at all, and no one knew about it."

"Besides, even if someone knows, who can come up with 2600 billion in cash in one day?"

"I have arranged everything!"

"As soon as the auction starts, you just raise your card, the price will not fluctuate, and the deal will be done directly!"

"Ha ha."

Ouyang Fengyu nodded frequently, "Don't worry!"

"okay."

Fan Chengan nodded proudly.

"Fung Yu... Eldest brother-in-law..."

I saw Yan Qingwen pleading: "Can you hold your hand high and leave a way for our Yan family to survive? After all, your wife, eldest sister Yan Yiwen is also a member of our Yan family!"

"Memory patterns?"

Ouyang Fengyu's expression flashed with confusion, as if he had changed, "Yiwen is the goddess in my heart, none of you can call her by her name directly, it will defile her!"

In a blink of an eye, Ouyang Fengyu shook his head. It seemed that the deity had returned again, and said viciously: "Leave your Yan family a way to survive? Did your Yan family ever give me a way to survive for Ouyang Fengyu?"

"It's useless to say what you say today!"

"Yingzhi Group must sell!"

Dangdang!

The auctioneer tapped the auction hammer.

"Everyone, count down to 10 seconds and get ready to start shooting!"

"twenty three..."

"twenty three..."

"Hum..."

Ouyang Fengyu grinned again, looked at Fan Chengan and said, "Mr. Fan, no one can stop our plan this time. We bought shares 30% below the market price and gained Yingzhi's control. We made a lot of money this time! "

"Um..."

"I will report to my lord and let him reward him for his merits."

Fan Chengan also sneered with a look of victory.

"twenty three..."

"twenty three..."

"twenty three..."

"Auction starts!"

Fan Chengan smiled even wider, and slowly stretched out the number plate in his hand.

In his mind, these are meaningless things.

Because there is no competitor present!

Even the auction number plate, the agency only issued one!

However, isn't acting a full set?

Let's cooperate!

but.