Isn't it a Bankrupt Company? How to Monopolize the World

In the spring of 2000, the excitement of the New Year has not yet dissipated, and most countries around the world are thriving.

But for Huaifeng's employees and leadership, the year has not been a comfortable one.

At this moment, Jiang Han opened his eyes and his head was a little heavy.

What happened to yourself?

Jiang Han pressed his swollen temple, glanced at the black and white photo frame in his hand, and froze!

Isn't this a picture of your own father?

Are you... reborn?

He quickly glanced at the surrounding environment, and a wise and mature look slowly emerged in his pupils.

"This rebirth... is really unexpected."

Jiang Han's face was complicated.

He was reborn, the middle-aged uncle's soul spanned 20 years, returned to 2000, and merged into his body when he was only in his twenties.

The memory fragments in his mind came like a tide, and Jiang Han's brows furrowed tightly due to the strong discomfort.

But it only lasted for a moment, the memories of the two worlds were completely merged, and the discomfort disappeared.

Unexpectedly, I was reborn at the funeral of my parents.

If possible, how wonderful it would be to be reborn when the parents were still alive!

But since the death of his parents cannot be changed, Jiang Han can only accept it.

Rubbing his forehead, the complexity on Jiang Han's face was solemnly banned.

When my parents died in a car accident in my last life, I was still young and could not resist the collective pressure of shareholders with deep backgrounds in the company.

In addition to that, I had a rambunctious character at that time...

It's all about spending time and money, the key is that when you run out of money, you will only reach out to your cheap sister to ask for it.

In the end, the capital gap of the company was getting bigger and bigger. In desperation, she had to sell herself and his shares in advance to withdraw from the company's competition...

But when he came back from the rebirth, Jiang Han would never do this kind of thing that was struck by lightning again. He didn't want to experience a second time because of the feeling of suffocation and powerlessness, so this time he would not hand over his equity!

But thinking of the intertwined forces of those shareholders in the company, Jiang Han's brows subconsciously wrinkled, it's a bit difficult to deal with.

"Ding! The detection is complete, the system is binding..."

At this moment, a cold electronic synthesis sound suddenly came from his mind.

Jiang Han, who was in deep thought, was taken aback by the sudden voice.

"what's the situation?"

"Ding! The binding of the god-level investment return system has been completed, and the host has confirmed it."

Just as he finished speaking, the icy electronic synthesis sounded again.

"System? Host? Could it be..."

A bold conjecture took root in Jiang Han's heart. In order to verify it, he tried to whisper, "System?"

"The host can recite what he wants to say in his mind without affecting the normal communication with the system."

Hearing this, Jiang Han was instantly ecstatic. He was deeply influenced by time-travel novels in his previous life. He naturally knew how helpful the system was to a time-traveler. Besides, he also heard two very familiar words in the name of the system just now.

Concentrating his mind, Jiang Han changed his mind to meditating: "Introduce your role."

"This system will comprehensively determine the rate of return given by the host investment bank, and will not issue any tasks."

It was a short sentence, but Jiang Han's excitement did not diminish in the slightest. Compared with those systems that released strange tasks to get rewards, this system feature was undoubtedly the most suitable for him.

As a student of Magic Capital University of Finance and Economics, Jiang Han is familiar with the terms investment and rate of return.

According to the system, after each investment behavior is judged by the system, the final rate of return will be given directly!

"Xiaohan, let's go."

It was an elder of the Jiang family who said this.

Only then did Jiang Han come back to his senses.

At this time, in front of the funeral home, facing the sound of sad music, Jiang Han dressed in black formal clothes, holding the photos of his parents, and led the crowd out of the door slowly.

Rubbing the photos of his parents, he choked a little.

When they came to the side of the road, the reception vehicle had been parked. Seeing this, several older middle-aged men walked up to Jiang Han.

One of the men with nasolabial lines on his face patted him on the shoulder, sighed and said, "No one wants to see natural and man-made disasters, but the deceased is deceased, Xiaohan, don't be too sad, people always have to look forward. "

Hearing this, Jiang Han just sat in the car silently and didn't say a word from beginning to end. The man was not annoyed either, and gave the driver a wink before closing the door for him.

After a roar, the black Passat disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this time, several men behind them waved their hands to dismiss the crowd, and then stepped forward one after another, but they no longer had the solemnity and pain in their eyes at this moment.

"Old Wu, what should we do next?"

"Yeah, when Jiang Hao died, he was already a hundred of himself, but leaving Huaifeng in such a big mess, we have to quickly find a way, not to mention revitalizing the factory, that's not realistic, but at least we have to get the money that we invested earlier, then But everyone's blood and sweat!"*