"Young Master, are you really going back to rebel?”
Qin Wu and Qin Xiong turned their heads to the left and right, looking at Qin Jun with burning eyes. There was fear in their eyes, but more than that…they were eager to try?
Qin Jun leaned back in his leather seat calmly. After signaling for them to continue driving, he asked with a faint smile,""What's wrong? Not afraid of death?"
"What are you afraid of!"
The hot-tempered Qin Xiong patted the steering wheel and said in a muffled voice,"If we can kill the Jurchen dog, what's there to fear? He could also give an explanation to his parents, brothers, sisters, and fellow villagers who had died tragically.”
" That's right. I've been dreaming of going back and fighting with the Jurchen Dog, but I just didn't have the chance…"
Qin Wu sighed, his face full of loneliness.
Northern men were more strong-willed and could not hide their feelings!
Although they had come to Ou Zhou when they were twelve or thirteen, they had always wanted to return to their hometown to avenge their families who had been oppressed and killed by the Qing court.
Unfortunately, it was just a fantasy.
"Young Master, forget it! The Qing court has the support of the western powers. If we go, it's no different from an egg hitting a rock.”
"Young Master, you've done enough over the years. The 54380 employees of the Qin Pharmaceutical Group will never forget your great kindness.”
After Qin Wu finished speaking, Qin Xiong nodded vigorously.
This was the truth!
Anyone could criticize Qin Jun, but the employees of Qin Pharmaceutical couldn't, nor were they qualified to.
That was because Qin Jun had redeemed them with real money. They were fed well and had teachers to teach them how to read and write.
Without Qin Jun, everyone would become slaves, slaves without dignity and freedom.
"I'm just asking. What are you guys so excited about?”
Qin Jun looked at Berlin outside the window, his thoughts drifting to Moscow.
Who said that there was only one way out?
It was not impossible to save the country in a roundabout way!
It didn't matter if it was a white cat or a black cat, as long as it caught a mouse, it was a good cat.
The process wasn't important. What was important was the result.
"Qin Wu, inform the Dark Group headquarters later. You have three days to pack your personal belongings and follow me to Moscow.”
What?
"Young Master, you're going to Moscow to settle down?" Qin Wu asked in surprise.”
It wasn't that Qin Wu wanted to talk too much, but as one of the leaders of the Dark Team, he knew very well what the Dark Team represented.
The Dark Group was an intelligence organization established by Qin Jun ten years ago. It was also the largest private intelligence organization in the world.
After ten years of development and a huge investment, the Dark Group had grown to have more than 6000 Level 1 agents, more than 10000 Level 2 agents, and more than 30000 Level 3 agents.
Nearly 50,000 agents were scattered all over the world to collect intelligence, involving politics, military, business, civil affairs, and other aspects. They also sold intelligence on the black market.
Most of the Dark Group's operating funds came from selling intelligence! He even took on some assassination missions and was very famous around the world.
Due to the secretive organization structure, no one knew that the Dark Group was formed by Qin Jun.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. What are the core rules of the Dark Team?”
"Uh, loyalty! He would unconditionally obey any order from the commander.”
Qin Wu lowered his head, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although Qin Jun was usually smiling and approachable, he rarely got angry.
However, after following this man for seven years and witnessing the Qin Group's transformation from a weak force to a behemoth, Qin Wu knew how terrifying Qin Jun's methods were.
Those who were traitors were chopped up and fed to the dogs, while the loyal ones were put in an important position and did not lack power and money.
Therefore, don't have any other ideas. Only by being loyal to Qin Jun can you have a future!
"Alright, I don't eat people."
Qin Jun pursed his lips. He felt that he had no friends and no one to confide in.
It couldn't be helped. How could it be so easy to be a big boss?
If one wasn't ruthless, one wouldn't be able to stand steadily!
In this chaotic world where people ate each other, if you were not ruthless, you would probably die without leaving behind any dregs.
"Carry out the order. The core factory of the Qin Pharmaceutical Company will also be secretly transferred to Russia.”
Yes!
……
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a sixteen-story building.
Looking up, the four Chinese characters of Qin Pharmaceutical were very eye-catching. It was unique in the center of Berlin, which was full of German.
Qin Jun was able to safely own the patent for penicillin and become a billionaire in just five years without being ostracized and suppressed by the capital. He also benefited from the protection of Germanic President Hindeburg.
Hindeburg was not an ordinary person! He knew what Penicilin would bring to Germanic.
First, high taxes.
Because Qin Pharmaceuticals was registered in Germany, the more money Qin Pharmaceuticals made, the more taxes they had to pay.
This solid financial income was simply a timely help to the poor Germanic countries.
Second, after negotiations, Qin Jun agreed to sell the penicillin to the German government at a 30% discount, which was equivalent to the cost price!
The government got the low-cost penicillin and collected fees from the major public hospitals to treat patients, earning another sum of money.
Do you think the German government will not take care of Qin Pharmaceutical?
The facts proved that Hindeburg's decision was correct!
After the official mass production and sale of the finished medicine, the orders received were soft, and the speed of making money was comparable to a money-printing machine.
The taxes paid by Qin Pharmaceutical last year alone had reached an astonishing 23 million dollars.
This year, Qin's Pharmaceuticals had withdrawn from several new antibiotics such as terrastine. Their turnover continued to rise, and it was estimated that they could pay taxes of more than 30 million dollars.
It was estimated that in three years, the market value of Qin's Pharmaceutical would exceed five billion dollars and officially become the world's largest pharmaceutical giant.
This market value was not exaggerated at all, because the price of one gram of penicillin was 20 dollars. The Qin Corporation's annual production of penicillin was at least 30 tons!
Qin Jun had considered that the rarer the item, the more valuable it was, so he controlled the production. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem to produce more than 100 tons a year.
In the normal history before transmigration, if you were a person with a ton of gibberellin during World War II, it was equivalent to sitting on 25 million dollars, which was the price of 20 tons of gold at that time.
However, the most expensive T34 tank at that time was only 27,000 dollars. In other words, you could have 926 T34 tanks and buy 100 Tiger tanks with better performance.
"Qin, you're finally here!"
As soon as Qin Jun entered the company, a middle-aged man with a thin face and a tall and slender figure strode up to him.
Qin Jun knew this person. He was Paul Joseph Goebbels, the right-hand man of the art student who failed the exam, and also his senior at Heidelberg University.
They met during the school's anniversary celebration last year. Because of their personalities, the two of them became good friends who talked about everything.
"Senior, what brings you here?”
"Qin, to use the ancient saying of planting flowers, I don't come to the temple without a reason.”
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