At around half past ten, an extended Maybach stopped steadily at the entrance of the building.
The bodyguards who had just sent away a big boss hurried to greet this one.
However, before they could get close, they were blocked outside the protective circle by eight blonde and blue-eyed women in black.
Cameras and cameras were immediately pointed at this side, and financial reporters stood on both sides of the red carpet, eagerly looking in, wondering which country's big boss was coming this time.
Amidst the intense attention, the Maybach door opened and a pair of haze blue silk stiletto heels stepped onto the red carpet first.
A white skirt fluttered down, and the next moment, a young woman with short hair walked out of the car.
The woman was slender and had a beautiful oriental face.
She was wearing white, a pure white silk long-sleeved shirt and a white skirt with symmetrical pleats on both sides.
The skirt was made of high-quality fabric, with lines of text of varying heights woven from top to bottom with gold thread.
The contrast of white and gold is not tacky, on the contrary, simple and elegant.
The jewelry she wore was also very eye-catching. She wore a one-centimeter-wide cloisonné enamel gold headband between her black hair, and a thin-circle cloisonné enamel pine and crane longevity gorgeous gold necklace around her neck.
It looks luxurious, exquisite and artistic.
Reporters have been working on the front lines for many years and are familiar with the appearance of the bigwigs in the industry, but this one... I have never seen him before.
"Who is this? Does anyone know?"
Everyone asked each other, but no one knew who it was.
The reporter from Country M who was staking out the Grobe Group's leader blinked, "Could she be it?"
"Impossible!" She overturned her own guess again. This girl looked no more than twenty years old. How could she be the person behind Grobe? She must be some rich girl.
The reporters were unsure of the identity of the oriental woman. After taking some photos, they couldn't wait to take a picture of the richest man in Dubai.
Tang Xili, surrounded by Amy and others, entered the expo building and handed her invitation letter to the registration office.
The registration clerk handed her the nameplate that had been prepared in advance and politely invited her in.
The backstage was bustling with people, and quite a few people had already arrived.
In order to facilitate identification, everyone entering the venue will wear a nameplate on their chest. Tang Xili is no exception. She sticks her nameplate with her name and position on it to her clothes.
If you don't stick to this, you will be asked to leave by the on-site bodyguards.
In the past, it was Secretary Jian who participated in such activities, and Tang Xili never participated.
But Secretary Jian happened to be sick these days and couldn't come, so she came.
In addition to the exhibition area, drinks and seats were also provided at the innermost part. Tang Xili was just walking through the venue and was too lazy to look at the exhibits. She planned to stay in the seating area for an hour and then leave.
Before I even reached the seating area, someone next to me shouted in English, "Are you the chairman of the Grobe Group?"
As soon as the words fell, the whole audience fell silent.
Everyone looked over, some in shock, some in disbelief.
Especially those Jews who had fought with Tang Xili were all stunned.
The person who squeezed out the top ten financial groups and tied with them was actually a young girl?
"Heh...are you kidding?"
The person in charge of the Luofei Group, who was holding a glass of champagne, was the first to laugh. He stroked his beard and thought the matter was a little funny.
Three years ago, they joined forces to squeeze this rising star on Wall Street, but when they reacted, they had already fallen into the other party's scam.
Not only did they fail to get her out, but she took advantage of them. Not only did they cash out hundreds of billions of cash from them, but they also took away tens of trillions of bonds and short-sold them.
Several major conglomerates shrank dramatically in just a few days, while the working capital of the Grobe Group expanded a thousand-fold, making it the top of the top ten conglomerates.
In the past three years, they have used both open and covert tactics, but the Grobe Group has become stable and they have a deep cooperative relationship. If one move is made, the whole body will be affected. If the Grobe Group dies, they will also suffer a lot, and they have to endure it even if they can't bear it.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they become particularly jealous of each other. The Jews in the field were biting their back teeth so hard that they wished they could stare a few big holes in Tang Xili's body.
The person concerned ignored it and leisurely picked up a glass of juice from the beverage area to drink.
It was not until the appearance of another man who made the Jews' eyes "still red three years after death" that they stopped paying attention to Tang Xili and started staring at the elegant but scheming Chinese man.
"Ms. Tangxi?"
As soon as Yong Zhixu entered the inner court, he felt countless eyes cast towards him, but the magical thing was that he saw Tang Xili first.
Seeing her wearing the horse-faced skirt he gave her, standing there quietly, she looked like a snow-white gardenia.
The man's eyes and brows were instantly filled with a smile as bright as pear blossoms reflected in spring water, and he walked quickly towards her.
Tang Xili was drinking juice idly when she heard a familiar voice and looked up subconsciously.
She saw a man in a three-piece suit striding towards her.
The lights in the venue were bright, making the man's face look three-dimensional and noble.
Following behind him were Chen Zui and a slightly plump male assistant.
A slight smile appeared on Tang Xili's frosty face, "Mr. Yong, Mr. Chen."
Chen Zui raised his chin and winked coquettishly at Tang Xili. Just as he was about to call her "Little Ali", his eyes caught the nameplate stuck on her chest.
"Grobe Group?" He was shocked. "Oh my god, Xiao Ali, you are the boss behind the Grobe Group?"
Tang Xili remained calm and said, "What's the problem?"
Chen Zui shook his head, "No problem, no problem..."
Heart: (distorted) (screaming) (dark crawling)
Holy crap, she is actually the person in charge of the Grobe Group, one of the top ten global conglomerates.
What the hell, what the hell, the boss is right next to me.
In an instant, Chen Zui felt that his third brother was not worthy!
This is the most legendary business genius in the world, ahhhh——
"There's nothing much to say, boss. Please accept my knees." Chen Zui clasped his hands together and made a fist salute.
Tang Xili was amused by him. Is it really that serious?
She turned to look at Yong Zhixu and found that he was also a little surprised.
"Ms. Tangxi, you are the only person I have ever admired. It turns out that person three years ago was you."
He just reversed her method and made a huge profit on Wall Street in the second year after she robbed Wall Street.
Because of this, he was hunted by the Jews for nearly two years, and only recently has the situation calmed down.
Tang Xili understood what he was talking about in a second. The two of them understood each other tacitly. Looking around, at the Jews who hated them to the core, Tang Xili raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"Mr. Yong, I'm not in the mood to play with them again."
These people must hate them to death, so why not take advantage of their eagerness for revenge and play it again?
Yong Zhixu's eyes flashed with interest, "After the expo, I'd like to hear more about it."
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