"Otherwise, the people of the Locke consortium will be punished more?"

Jin Xiuning gritted her teeth and said, "Young Master Jin, it's all because that bastard Ye Hao is too treacherous!"

"He just locked our veins, knowing that at the critical moment when the Patriarch is about to take office, there can be no scandals in our Jin family!"

"But don't worry!"

"After the inauguration ceremony is over, I will definitely give him a good look!"

"You give him a good look?"

Jin Junying took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and raised Jin Xiuning's pointed jaw.

"Do you really think that you are qualified to let Ye Hao suffer a big loss?"

"The layout was so perfect before, we couldn't help him."

"Especially now?"

Jin Xiuning said softly: "Young Master, today is different, as long as the head of the family is in power, our Jin family has the final say on the entire Jinling!"

"At that time, we have a hundred ways to kill him!"

Jin Junying smiled, and then said lightly: "This matter is over, whether to find trouble with the surname Ye, I have the final say, you have the final say."

"Take two billion from my private treasury and compensate Ye."

"Karina must know about this."

"This represents the attitude of our Jin family."

Jin Xiuning was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Shall we pay?"

"But the problem is"

Jin Junying said indifferently: "Can't you understand what I said?"

"At present, we can rest assured and prepare for the ceremony of the Patriarch's appointment."

"As for other things, put them aside for now."

"Besides, the one surnamed Ye will soon know that my money is not so easy to get."

When Jin Junying was arranging to lose money, almost at the same time, in the Jinling embassy of the United States.

This area occupies quite a large area, and there are more than a dozen Gothic-style villas scattered throughout.

It can be said that when the United States established its embassy in Jinling, it chose this area carefully.

At the moment, in the middle of the villa, there are many black Africans in camouflage uniforms patrolling around.

They all held firearms in their hands, and all of them stared at the surroundings with cold expressions. It seemed that as long as a fly flew by, they would be shot down by them.

And this place is one of the strongholds of the Locke Consortium, one of the eight major consortiums in the United States, in Daxia.

At this moment, at the highest point of the villa, there is a balcony overlooking the Qinhuai River.

A woman in a bikini with a graceful figure, blond hair and blue eyes, with spring in her eyes, was lying on a recliner. JrNovels.com