"The biggest live broadcast...?"

In the Dongjiang Hotel, Abel murmured to himself in shock and disbelief, then held the phone tightly and spoke in a cautious tone:

"So, do you mean to gather all Fiseld's power in the capital and hold a grand ceremony?"

In the black commander, Fangran looked at the Crimson Queen in his hand, the extremely luxurious and glorious scepter with dragons, mountains, and rivers crisscrossing the natural crimson crystal, and asked softly:

"Isn't it okay?"

"of course not."

Abel took a deep breath, replied slowly with focused eyes, and then closed his eyes gently, as if he was no longer in a hotel suite at this moment, but right in front of Fangran, and spoke softly as if he was swearing,

Say the words he said to the figure holding the scepter behind the veil on the day he became the top executive of Fiseld.

"As long as you hold the scepter, Fiseld is willing to fulfill all your wishes."

The dark eyes paused, and then he blinked slightly. At this moment, the young man who seemed a little quiet and silent looked down at the scepter in his hand.

Although he had realized it a long time ago, that person really gave him something incredible.

Listening to the voice of "Seawater", Fangran nodded slightly, and then glanced at Xu Zheng, who was concentrating on driving the commander towards the Sacred Heart Group, and Ji Lingyan, who was in the back row, continuing to stabilize Qing Ning's injury.

He thought of Emma who had been supporting him from behind during the night game, Rize who should be pretending to be him at the moment, Pedro who fought for him in the narrow room to guard the entrance to the real world, and Abel who was whispering a promise to him on the phone now.

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"Well, I'll leave it to you then."

Fangran lowered his head, letting the turbulent night wind ruffle his hair.

Even though tonight has just begun, I have already received help from so many people...

A blank card is drawn, and [Creation Card] is activated and simultaneously activated by the phantom transparent in the air.

The Crimson Queen suddenly turned into the size of a key chain in his hand. Mullin picked it up from his palm lightly, and then the night crow fluttered its feathers from the skylight and disappeared into the night.

"So, Sir Fangran, what exactly do you want to achieve?"

In the sea water, Abel's words sounded like he was changing his clothes in a hurry, but he still asked Fangran in a flawless manner.

"You can decide the specific method. Anyway..."

Fangran breathed out a breath to prepare himself for the next battle, and a certain determination flashed in his lowered dark eyes.

"I want there to be a grand ceremony at the Sacred Heart Group building in thirty minutes so that all the scenes that happened can be accepted normally."

thirty minutes!?

Abel's pupils shrank. He could hear Fangran's urgent situation, but he was equally sure.

Within thirty minutes, Fiseld contacted all the forces in the capital and held a prosperous and grand ceremony somewhere.

This is definitely the most difficult and unimaginable task he has ever received in his life!

But the reason why Abel has done things that ordinary people can't do, and has reached a position that ordinary people cannot reach, is because when faced with this kind of thing, his first thought is not 'this is impossible', but...

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take action!

A cold-faced Chinese woman appeared in his room, and Abel ordered in an urgent tone without even having time to say more:

"Quickly, send out people to bring all the people who can be found now, using helicopters! I will bear the consequences, the sooner the better!"

At this moment, he had already put on his suit and tie in the short time of talking to Fangran. As he walked quickly towards the scheduled venue, he spoke to the phone again solemnly and quickly:

"With all due respect, Your Excellency Fangran, I am mainly responsible for the medical field in Fiseld. Although I have some experience in management, I am not very confident about the process of organizing such a huge force to hold a ceremony."

Even though he expected that at this critical moment, saying such words would inevitably lead to a decline in his impression in the heart of the heir, Abel said it calmly.

He cannot let his limited abilities become an omission that is covered up in the past.

"Isn't there anyone in Fiseldri who understands this?"

After hearing what he said, Fangran also realized that such a problem was indeed the case.

No matter how elite and capable Abel is in his impression, it is only limited to the medical field. Under such stringent requirements, it is already good that he can smoothly coordinate with other senior officials of Fiseld.

Planning and design, assigning tasks, dispatching manpower, selecting equipment, deciding on routes, time issues, publicity to the media and the outside world, etc., are a series of things that put together a grand ceremony. Not everyone can do it.

Okay, let alone organizing and scheduling...

I don’t know how powerful Fiseld is in the capital!

"It is difficult to find talents in this field in a short period of time..."

Abel's voice revealed a deep sense of helplessness, and Commander Nei Fangran was also slightly silent.

Then at such a time,

An unexpectedly soft, calm, and extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded during the call between Fangran and Abel, interrupting their conversation.

"Then leave this matter to me."

The dark eyes slowly opened wide, and the surprise and incredible feeling of meeting again came to him for an unknown number of times this night. Fangran listened to the familiar voice that was gentle and calm as always, and he murmured to himself subconsciously, moved and touched by someone.

A warm current flowed in his heart.

"Small..."

The plane landed at the airport. In the lounge, a young man with a trolley suitcase next to him sat on a resting chair. The computer screen illuminated the lower half of his face, showing a nostalgic arc, and he said with a smile:

"Long time no see, Captain."

...

...

The Dongjiang River is dazzling and gorgeous in the night. It is close to the river and the water. It is still a paradise for the "rich people" in the capital who have status, social status, wealth, power, fame and so on.

Cars, beauties, and the golden time flowed past those who enjoyed it all.

But even in a place like Dongjiang, where there are many wealthy people, there is still something that most people in the area look up to.

Dongjiang-Yajiang Club.

This is the most top-notch and luxurious club in Dongjiang District. It is said that it can use all kinds of relationships, all kinds of connections, and all kinds of people with special talents and talents to help you solve any problem you have. It is only open to a few, very few people.

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You cannot get into this circle just by having money. I don’t know how many wealthy people look at the door of this more private club and sigh in despair. I don’t know how many people who hang out in Vanity Fair are proud to walk through the door of Yajiang!

However, at this moment in Yajiang, in the top business hall, everyone is trotting around busy preparing for everything in the conversation room at this moment!

In the backyard of the club, at the helicopter landing field specially prepared for its distinguished members, the strong wind blown by the propellers roared rapidly. Before it could stop, Abel immediately got off the plane and quickly walked into the Yajiang River.

"Welcome, Mr. Abel."

The director of the club immediately greeted him, but Abel did not respond because the first time he landed, he glanced at the Rolex in his hand.

"Did it take seven minutes... Siya, is everyone here?"

Abel straightened his tie and walked quickly into the hall. The Chinese woman named Wei Siya who had been following him replied:

"With the help of Ms. Yelena, I have picked up Mr. Albert and Mr. Black who are near Dongjiang District. As for the slightly rude method, there are other consortiums in the capital, and the company leaders are contacting them one by one."

"That's enough. Now that they've arrived, that's enough."

Abel's answer, staring straight ahead, was indeed enough, because Albert and Black were the two people with the highest status in the Chinese capital.

The former is the chairman of the Chinese industry giant Philippine Emperor Entertainment Company, while the latter is the boss of the consortium behind the largest film and television company in Beijing.

As for Yelena, including the Yajiang Club,

The person in charge of all industries in the capital.

Including Abel, who is the person in charge of the medical field in Asia, it can be said that the most senior people in China's Fiseld are gathered in this room.

boom!

Pushing open the door of the business meeting room, Abel immediately saw two men in suits who had always held high positions and carried a strong aura, and a mature beauty who was standing in the Yajiang Club overlooking the river.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm late."

Abel looked at his watch again and frowned, thinking that because of the spaciousness and luxury of the club, he wasted another twenty seconds on the road.

The moment Abel walked in, Albert and Blake, who were sitting on the sofas on both sides, both looked at him coldly, even with hostility, instantly creating an atmosphere that was on the verge of breaking out.

But Yelena, who was wearing a long silk dress and had an aura like an evening dress, broke the serious atmosphere with a faint smile, and spoke with a charming voice that countless rich and famous people are crazy about:

"Dear Abel, before we say 'hello' to you, shouldn't you give me a reason to help you invite these two gentlemen in a rude way?"

At the same time as these words fell, Albert and Blake also expressed this question with silence.

They are not impulsive fools. They know that if an Asian person in charge of the medical field, who has a higher status than them, can use such rude means or even forcefully to bring them here in the shortest time, it is definitely not a sudden twitch in the head.

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"Two gentlemen, beautiful ladies, please forgive me for speaking in this manner at this time, but..."

Before he could take a breath, Abel straightened up his words. With a serious look in his eyes, he got down to the topic without losing his grace. He sat down in his seat, looked at the three most powerful people in the capital, and spoke straight to the point:

"Your Majesty needs Fiseld's strength, and we must unite now."
To be continued...