Quint, the second-person of the Caesar Group, is now the leader of Caesar, and is second only to the old man who has been on vacation in the Arctic Iceland for many years.
Such a person suddenly appears, which means that something really happened to Caesar, and it must be a big shocking event.
Just as the middle-aged man with a beard was pondering, the door of the Rolls-Royce sedan was pulled open by a burly young man wearing a black T-shirt, and then a bald middle-aged man wearing sunglasses walked out.
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The bald man was extremely tall, even half a head taller than the bodyguard next to him, but his figure was a little thin, especially on his cheeks, where bones could be seen, which made him look sick.
Even so, it still cannot cover up the domineering aura around him, especially against the dark blue slim suit cut by the top tailor of the Italian Guojin Scissors Award winner, it has a very superior atmosphere, making
People dare not look directly at it easily.
What is surprising is that just after the bald man got out of the car, there was a photo frame in his hand, and there was a photo inside the photo frame.
"That's not Rajiv, he...what happened to him? Why did Mr. Kunte hold Rajiv's photo? Did something happen to him?"
"How is that possible? I saw him at the headquarters a few days ago. At that time, he was driving a newest Ferrari and going out with a prince in the Middle East. How could he die suddenly in just a few days?"
As Rajiv's portrait appeared, everyone immediately burst into trouble and gathered together to whisper.
Although Rajiv's presence in Caesar is far less than that in Quint, the other party is Caesar's No. 3 person. Now he suddenly dies, which is really not a trivial matter.
However, everyone understood why this emergency meeting was suddenly held in Akureyri, why so many senior leaders were alarmed, and why even the current Caesar-in-charge ruler took action personally.
Such a big thing is indeed necessary.
"Mr. Kunte, what happened to Mr. Rajiv? How come it was so easy..." A short pondered, standing in the front row, an old man with white hair quickly stepped forward and asked urgently.
As soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes looked over. Obviously, they all didn't understand Rajiv's sudden death.
Kunte didn't explain much, but paused for a moment before wavering his hand and said, "I'll tell you in detail after I'll go in later."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the young man in T-shirt beside him, and ordered in a deep voice: "I inform everyone to meet in the conference room, and I will arrive later."
"I understand." The young man in T-shirt responded respectfully, and quickly walked towards the senior executives of the Caesar Group.
Seeing the young man in T-shirts go away, Kunte lowered his head and carefully wiped the snow falling from the photo with his handkerchief. Then, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, walked towards the inside of the manor.
go.
Fifteen minutes later, the conference room located in the deepest part of the manor was already full of people.
Since the main characters are still coming, everyone gathers together to discuss it, and most of the topics are speculating on the cause of Rajiv's death.
"I heard that Rajiv likes racing. There are dozens of luxury cars in his garage. Did he die in a car accident?"
"Impossible. Rajiv goes to South America for vacation every winter. I heard that he has more than 30 mistresses there. Maybe she died on the belly of some woman."
Hearing the discussions of everyone, the old man with a long bearded holding a Chinese-style jade pouch in the corner kept shaking his head, his expression filled with a strong disdain.
Seeing this, one of the blond men couldn't help but ask loudly: "Mr. Darien, judging from your attitude, do you know how Rajiv died?"
"I really don't know how he died." The old man with long beard shook his head.
As soon as he said this, everyone around him showed disappointment, and the blonde man was even more ready to speak up and mock him.
At this moment, the old man with long beard took a puff of his cigarette and said lightly: "But... he died there, but I know."
"Where did you die?" the blonde man's eyes lit up and he asked in a hurry.
The old man with long beard did not answer immediately, but picked up the coffee beside him and took a sip, deliberately kept it aside. When everyone was about to ask, he calmly said: "Huaxia."
"You said Rajiv died in China. What's going on? Is it accidental death or he killed me?" Before the blonde man could ask, another Indian man wearing glasses asked.
"What is accidental death or homicide? Can't Rajiv commit suicide?" The man in a suit and ties, dressed in a blue tie, and dressed in a gentlemanly manner, retorted.
The Indian man sneered and said disdainfully: "Do you think it is possible for him to commit suicide based on Rajiv's personality?"
After saying that, without waiting for the gentleman to respond, he continued to look at the old man with a beard and said anxiously: "Mr. Darien, do you know how Rajiv died in China?"
"Have you heard of the spiritual potion?" The old man with long beard did not answer the Indian man's question, but suddenly asked back.
"Aura potion...what you are talking about the Huddles divine spring that was circulated from the upper layer of China, right?" the gentleman said curiously.
"Huedros's Spring?" The old man with long beard was stunned for a moment, and then smiled thoughtfully.
In the Tantric Buddhism, Hudlows belonged to the God of Water Source, and was the incarnation of the ocean god Okeanos. In the upper Nordic circles, this god used this god to command spiritual potion, which shows how much they valued it.
After pausing, he nodded and replied, "No, it is the Hodros fountain in your mouth."
"What does Rajiv's death have to do with this divine spring? Could it be that he died after drinking that divine spring?" The Indian man said in confusion.
After saying that, he shook his head and denied, "I can't. I have drunk that divine spring, and it's okay until now. How could Rajiv have something to do?"
"Of course it was not to die by drinking the divine spring, but to die by competing with others for the divine spring." The old man with long beard said coldly.
"Who will he compete for the Shenquan? The Chinese official, he is not seeking death." The Indian man couldn't help but exclaim.
Although he is far away in Northern Europe, he also knows how powerful the Chinese official has. Not to mention you, Caesar No. 3, even if Quint takes action personally, he will not dare to provoke him easily.
The old man with long beard shook his head and said coldly: "It's not the official Chinese, I heard that he is a warrior in China."