Chapter 1 Selection of Heirs

Chapter 1 Selection of Heirs

Qing Qin was sitting on the sofa of the private jet, the piano sound in his ears was like a flowing stream.

In front of him are musicians who are attentively playing the piano, and behind him are a row of smiling servants and a cart full of refreshments.

Turning his head to the side, through the porthole, he could see the large green space and sapphire lake below, and the vast ocean in the distance.

Within the chessboard-like green field and the arms of the lake, there are huge and brilliant ancient Greek-style buildings.

The memory of the original owner flooded into his mind, recalling the many differences between his experience and this world, and Qing Qin realized the fact that he was wearing a book like never before.

The time displayed on the mobile phone is still January 28, 2009, but he has entered a completely different world.

Here is a cool article without CP.

The male protagonist Lou Junhao is a standard

Aotian, for three years, once the emperor returned, took over the family business, slapped the face of the best, and dominated the market. He has made great strides along the way, leading the Knowles Group to become the No. 1 real estate company, and he has also topped the Forbes Rich List.

And Qing Qin is just an inconspicuous background cannon fodder.

He passed a series of tests, defeated a dozen candidates, and officially became the helm of the Qing's Group, parachuting into the richest man.

After inheriting the family business, this man resolutely develops in the direction of new energy, a new idea is a slap in the head. As a result, his instructions directly led to the "8.21" explosion, causing nearly 1,000 casualties and hundreds of billions of economic losses.

Naturally, this incompetent and conceited hapless bastard took the main responsibility, was imprisoned with a bad reputation, and died of depression at the age of 32.

The remaining Qing's group was also shared by several groups dominated by Lou's, which accelerated Lou Junhao's rise to the richest man's footsteps.

Now, he will accept the invitation of the richest man to participate in the first round of heir selection.

The plane landed and taxied to a stop on the runway. Qing Qin stood on the escalator, surrounded by servants to the ground.

Behind it is the roar of the waves hitting the cliff, a natural passionate BGM.

"Mr. Qingqin, please." The silver hair was neatly combed, and the straight-backed butler bent down.

"it is good."

The butler then straightened up and looked at the 100th candidate.

The young man in his early twenties had long hair, tied back in a ponytail, and black sunglasses covered most of his face. A black suit with a slender waist and long legs.

He looked around, took off his sunglasses and handed them to the servant, revealing his narrow and sharp eyebrows, without showing any signs of embarrassment, that is the bearing that was cultivated in the wealth of the Wanguan family.

The butler led him to the mansion in front of him.

The electric suspension bridge paved with white jade stretched out, cutting through the lake surrounding the mansion. The red carpet was spread all the way along the avenue, flanked by thirty or so bodyguards in black. They folded their hands behind their waists, not smiling.

Qing Qin walked through the triangular lintel supported by the Greek column, and the door with the carved figures opened for him, revealing the splendid interior.

Behind the gate is a hallway with crystal chandeliers, paintings worth millions and clear gilded glass doors. Qingqin passed by at least two swimming pools, indoor beaches, golf courses, three multimedia rooms, and a private library.

Thankfully, this body has no shortage of exercise.

After more than half an hour, Qing Qin finally came to the depths of this cave full of treasures.

There are no lights in the dining room, only the yellowish light of candles.

The host set up a round mahogany table without hesitation. There was only one basket of steamed dumplings and two bowls of white porridge on the table.

"Have you eaten yet, sit down and eat, and listen while you eat." The silver-haired old man greeted him familiarly without raising his head.

He was wearing a black and red Tang suit, with a wrench with emerald inlaid gold threads on his wrinkled hands.

Obviously the style is out of tune with this mansion, but it seems to be the case.

Qing Qin sat on the mahogany high-back chair with a straight back and took a sip of porridge.

The housekeeper began to introduce, and the servant beside him held a contract in both hands: "Mr. Qing has no children in his life, so he selected 108 people from the thousands of people he has sponsored to participate in this successor selection as adopted sons.

The selection process is confidential throughout, and all contestants must not disclose the selection content for assistance. The list of contestants is kept secret, which means that under normal circumstances, you will not know who your opponents are.

During the selection process, each round, you will receive the same amount of funds. After operating from six months to one year, someone will calculate your total assets and rank them.

All those who violated the law and committed zero or even negative assets will directly withdraw from the selection. If there are more than half of the starting number in this round, the last-place elimination system will be implemented, and candidates below the median will be eliminated.

The reason for the elimination of each round will be announced, and hope the contestants can take a warning.

After at most six rounds of selection, the final winner will inherit all of Mr. Qing's industries, including Qing's Food, Qing's Real Estate, and Qing's Technology, and dozens of other companies with a market value of hundreds of billions of dollars.

So, Mr. Qing Qin, have you decided to join this audition? "

The co-author is Capital 108, you rich people really know how to play.

Qing Qin politely stopped his chopsticks and took a sip of lemonade: "Sounds tempting, but I refuse."

The voice fell, and the audience suddenly became too quiet.

Even though they are well-trained service staff, their jaw dropped when they heard this. Among the 100 candidates who came in and out one day today, Qing Qin was the only one who refused without hesitation.

That is the inheritance of the five major groups with a total value of trillions!

That is the richest man in the world!

No one knows better than them what kind of wealth the owner of all this has, so he is even more shocked - this kid doesn't know what he refuses at all!

Only Mr. Qing's expression didn't change. He calmly picked up a piece of steamed dumplings and dipped it in vinegar: "Eat first, we'll talk later."

Qing Qin nodded and finished the meal slowly.

The maids beside them handed over white towels and gargle cups to wipe their hands and rinse their mouths.

"You're the first one. Let's go, let's talk." Mr. Qing cleaned up, stood up and held his cane. The housekeeper by his side stepped forward and put an orange coat on him.

Qing Qin also got up and followed him out the door, walking along the stone path with him, passing the helicopter pad and squash court all the way.

"I remember that Qing Qin was an excellent boy," said Mr. Qing.

The housekeeper bowed his head: "Qing Qin, twenty-two years old, male gender, male orientation, signed up for the Qing's training program at the age of five... Just graduated from Kyoto University with a double degree in finance and art.

Since childhood, he has achieved excellent results and received numerous honors. As a candidate, he is absolutely qualified. "

"It's not just me who has this kind of achievement." Qing Qin was only a salted fish before he came here, so how could he have the ability.

Mr. Qing was noncommittal and stopped in front of a silent lake with Qing Qin.

The lake was dark green with algae and a few knots of dead wood floating on it.

"So, how much did the Qing family spend in order to train him?"

"Mr. Qing Qin has always been an S-level training target. The annual allowance for food and clothing is five million. Today, it has cost a total of 85 million."

Qing Qin looked at the haute couture suit and Rolex on her body, you are really willing to pay the capital: "I will work to pay off the debt."

"Debt repayment?" Mr. Qing gave a short laugh, "Child, money is not so easy to earn in this world."

There was a sound of sliding wheels, accompanied by a muffled howl.

Qingqin turned his head to the side and saw three people pushing a red velvet cart here.

Mr. Qing raised a hand.

The red cloth was lifted, and underneath was a seven- or eight-month-old calf. It was pitifully bound, with an apple in its mouth, and struggled helplessly on the cart.

Mr. Qing pressed his hand down.

One person in the cart carried the upper limbs, the other carried the lower limbs, and threw the struggling calf into the lake.

Splashes of water splashed everywhere, and a pair of dark eyes suddenly opened on several sections of dead wood.

It's a crocodile.

The black-clothed bodyguards blocked Qing Qin from left to right to avoid the bloody images hitting him.

However, smelling the bloody smell in the air, and listening to the constant screams of biting and mourning, Qing Qin only felt a chill down his spine.

He could imagine what terrifying predation was going on ahead.

Mr. Qing's voice came not far away: "According to Clause 13 under Article 8 of the training contract, when necessary, you will unconditionally obey Qing's work arrangements. Including, you can only take jobs after passing the exam, and the annual salary of five million crocodile breeding staff, eh?"

Qing Qin swallowed and tried to steady his trembling hands.

When the bodyguards returned to their original positions, only a faint pink remained on the water.

The dead wood was still silent.

Mr. Qing looked back at the young and vigorous candidate.

His long and narrow eyes were rarely rounded, and the aura he held up was half gone, revealing panic and confusion.

Mr. Qing's bad taste was well satisfied. He took over the contract and handed it to Qing Qin: "There are no cowards in our Qing family who run away without a fight. But after all, I'm not a devil either. Just a crocodile."

Make it clear, do you feed me to the crocodile or am I to feed the crocodile?

Qing Qin: "What if I lose the heir selection?"

"Hahahaha," Mr. Qing laughed a few times, "The debt is written off, and a check of 10 million yuan is attached."

Qing Qin's eyes lit up.

Ten million is enough for him to be at ease and stay away from the road of cannon fodder.

OK, 1 million loses 1 million, 10 million loses 10 million, I am a dog if I don’t lose the game!

"Of course," Mr. Qing leaned on his cane, "you can't lose the game maliciously, you can't do illegal things, and you can't use the game funds for your personal enjoyment."

"How to define this?" Qing Qin quickly calmed down and asked Mr. Qing directly.

Mr. Qing patted the back of his hand: "It's very simple."

The two beautiful women in suits who looked exactly the same, came out with a folder holding a folder.

The housekeeper said: "Considering your sexual orientation, we have prepared two female ombudsmen, a part-time accountant and a personal assistant."

The twin sisters Hua nodded, and the one on the left was the first to introduce: "My name is Meng Yao, she is Meng Yao, I'm very happy to work with you."

Qing Qin looked at the stumbling block to the great success of the family in the future, and smiled politely: "Happy cooperation."

He picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract.

Strong-boned, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"There will be time to learn more in the future, and now we will continue our process." The butler clapped his hands and led them into a black velvet Ferrari.

He was sitting opposite Qingqin, with a report sheet on the pad in his hand: "The first round of competition starts today and ends on July 28, for a total of six months. Next, Mr. Qingqin, you need to collect the first round of competition. The initial resources for a round of competition."

"We will give each contestant an initial capital of two million and a small company with a total asset of no more than three million." The steward introduced, projecting the list of companies on the table, "You can start to choose."

Qing Qin browsed through the list of companies at a glance, countless light and shadow flashed across his eyes, and finally settled on a financial statement that can be said to be quite bad.

"That's it." He settled down.

The butler smiled and looked down at the specific situation of the company. Rao has dealt with this process more than once, and his smile froze slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I like things that are challenging." Qing Qin leaned back, folded his long legs, and showed a determined smile.