Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 49 The Ultimate Level of Destroying Someone's Spirit! Released on bail and taken to the rooftop, he watched as his empire changed hands.

at the same time.

A closed-door meeting is underway.

There were three people attending the meeting: Lin Qiming, CEO of Xinghe Technology.

Zhang Weiguo, CEO of Hengchuang Data.

Liu Feng, CEO of YunTu Information.

ten days ago.

The three of them were still frantically discussing whether or not to accept Shen Che's "ultimatum".

Ten days later.

They sat at a round table.

On the cover of the document in front of me—

It was printed with words they never dared to dream of.

"PanShi Group Core Asset Disposal Plan (Draft for Public Comment)"

Turn to the first page.

It says on it—

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"Given that Panshi Group has been forcibly dismantled in accordance with the law, in order to ensure the stable operation of the market and the employment security of related industries, it has been decided, after research, to transfer Panshi Group's core business, high-quality assets and technical team to a designated location at the appraised price."

Price assessment.

Four words.

The three CEOs present were all seasoned veterans.

They knew what "appraisal price" meant in this context.

It means the price is dirt cheap.

It's not a metaphor.

It's really dirt cheap.

At its peak, PanShi Group's core assets, valued at over 500 billion yuan, have now been divided into three parts.

The total value of the three parts of the "disposal assessment price" after the forced split is less than 80 billion.

Five hundred billion became eight hundred billion.

It was less than 20% off.

The three CEOs looked at each other in bewilderment.

There was shock in his eyes.

There was a secret sense of smugness.

There's a kind of panic about "a pie falling from the sky, but the pie is too big to catch."

"Can we really take over?" Lin Qiming's voice was a little unsteady.

The person chairing the meeting nodded slightly.

"Market stability is needed. If the rock collapses, someone must fill the void it leaves behind."

"You three are the most suitable buyers."

"Of course one"

That person glanced at the three CEOs.

"After taking over, the three companies were merged and reorganized to form a new group company."

"Participate in controlling stakes".

The new company name has been decided upon.

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He turned to the next page.

All three CEOs looked down at the same time.

The name of the new company—

Huapan Technology Group.

Huapan.

Even the name was taken from Shen Che's corpse.

Meanwhile.

Qingyun Temple.

It's 10 p.m.

Qin Du lay in bed scrolling through his phone.

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The screen was filled with news about the PanShi Group.

"PanShi Group was forcibly split up, and its core assets were acquired by three competing companies."

"Huapan Technology Group was officially established, with state-owned capital holding 51% of the shares."

"Shen Che is suspected of multiple illegal and criminal activities and has been formally placed under investigation."

Qin Du finished reading these news articles.

Put down your phone.

Close your eyes.

The system panel in the lower right corner of the view is not lit.

The settlement has not yet been completed.

Because the judgment of Heaven has not yet been completed.

But Qin Du already knew the ending.

Not a guess.

Yes, it is calculated.

"100% absolute market monopoly."

He silently recited Shen Che's wish in his heart.

Then I smiled.

The smile was very faint.

It was so shallow that only he himself knew it.

PanShi Group's core business was swallowed up by its three major competitors.

The three major competitors merged to form Huapan Technology.

Huapan Technology took away Panshi's technology, team, customers, and channels—it took everything.

Then Huapan Technology monopolized 100% of the market.

Absolute monopoly.

It has been achieved.

Word for word.

However, this list of "monopoly empires" is not included.

Shen Che's name was not mentioned.

His company did indeed merge with three competitors.

However, he wasn't the one who ate people.

He was the one who got eaten.

The wordplay of the Way of Heaven.

They never disappoint.

Twenty-seven days after making the wish.

Shen Che was released on bail pending trial.

It was not an acquittal.

He was released on bail pending trial.

The difference between these two words—

It's like the difference between "going home" and "waiting to die at home".

The day he came out.

No one came to pick him up.

Two of his four bodyguards were laid off from the company.

One of them resigned voluntarily.

Another person appeared once in an interview with a financial media outlet, posing as a "former security guard at Panshi Group," and said a few vague things.

Shen Che didn't blame them.

He doesn't blame any of them.

Because he knew better than anyone that loyalty could be bought with money.

Once the money is gone, so is loyalty.

This is a truth he understood twenty years ago.

He just never imagined that one day this principle would apply to him.

He stood at the entrance of that gray building.

I looked up at the sky.

The sky over Beijing was overcast and gray.

It's hard to tell if it's fog or haze.

He hailed a taxi.

I provided an address.

Rock Tower.

47 floors.

His former office.

The taxi dropped him off at the foot of the Rock Building.

Shen Che got out of the car.

look up.

The building is still there.

The 60-story glass curtain wall reflected a cold light under the gray sky.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

But the huge four characters "Panshi Group" on the top floor of the building—

It has already been demolished.

It was dismantled very cleanly.

Only four rectangular marks remained, slightly lighter than the surrounding walls.

They look like four scars.

The new lettering hasn't been installed yet.

It is said that it will be replaced by "Huapan Technology".

Huapan.

Shen Che stared at the four blank marks for a long time.

Then he went into the building.

The receptionist in the lobby is new.

I don't know him.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

Shen Che was stunned for a second.

This was the first time in his life that someone had asked him "Who are you looking for?" in the building he had built.

"I won't look for anyone."

His voice was flat.

It's so flat that even I feel like a stranger to it.

"I'll go up and take a look."

"Sir, this building is currently in the asset handover period, and unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter at this time."

"I am Shen Che."

The receptionist was stunned.

She recognized the name.

Over the past month, this name has appeared in almost every news headline.

Her expression became very complicated.

There was surprise. There was sympathy. And a barely perceptible fear.

"Mr. Shen, I need to ask you something..."

"No."

Shen Che had already stepped into the elevator.

He pressed the button on the top floor.

60 floors.

It wasn't on the 47th floor where his office was located.

It's the top level.

Rooftop.

The elevator reached the 60nd floor.

The door opened.

Shen Che stepped out of the elevator.

Walk through an empty corridor.

I pushed open the fire door leading to the rooftop.

The wind blew in.

It was very windy.

The wind in the capital.

Dry, cold, with a smell that was hard to tell whether it was dust or exhaust fumes.

Shen Che walked to the edge of the rooftop.

They stopped.

He did not stand outside the railing.

He was just standing behind the railing.

His hands were in his pockets.

Looking down at the city.

From the 60th floor, people look like ants.

The car looks like a beetle.

The whole city looks like a giant circuit board.

A dense network of lines and nodes.

Busy but orderly.

He used to be the largest chip on this circuit board.

All the current must pass through him.

All signals must pass through him.

And now it has been removed.

The circuit board is still running.

It's even functioning better now.

Because the new chip that replaced him was assembled using his parts.

The wind blows.

It's cold.

Shen Che stood on the rooftop.

His phone rang.

He took it out and glanced at it.

It was a message sent by his former assistant.

"Mr. Shen, Huapan Technology officially completed its business registration today. The shareholding structure is as follows: 51% for Xinghe Technology, 16% for Hengchuang Data, 16% for Yuntu Information, and 1% for the employee stock ownership platform."

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Market share: 100%.