togophonebook Chapter 237 Boundary Operation Management Committee
Chapter 237 Boundary Operation Management Committee
Chapter 237 Boundary Operation Management Committee
The news that Styx possessed a great witch quickly spread among many companies.
The fierce corporate war suddenly fell into an eerie calm, with only Stix's side still on the offensive.
Having lost their source of funding, the online trolls hired by rival companies gradually disappeared, leaving only a few people caught in a dilemma raising small voices of opposition.
Dong Ping is one of them. A former protest leader, her glory days are long gone. Stix has filed multiple lawsuits against her, not only bankrupting her but also subjecting her to daily online abuse.
Her once-effective methods have lost their power in the face of capital, and her former confidante no longer speaks up for her.
Even when trying to obtain a certificate of mental illness, the hospital always refuses.
She knew without even thinking that this was Stix's doing; she had been tricked by capital again.
"Damn Comon Pharmaceuticals, damn Weyland, they promised to provide me with funding and let me guide public opinion, but now they haven't given me a single penny and have only gotten me into trouble."
"Capital, you've won."
She grumbled a couple of times indignantly, then went online, hoping to relax. But as soon as she logged on, she received a bunch of emails, and her mood instantly plummeted.
"Can't these bastards just shut up? No way, I'm going to post this as evidence of cyberbullying on social media..."
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She paused for a moment, then remembered that many of her accounts had been banned or deleted.
Dong Ping was so angry that her face was contorted, and her well-maintained face looked ferocious at this moment.
She quickly glanced at the trending topics, and the top one was related to "Lanlan Road".
"Lanlanlu? That name sounds so weird, how could anyone like such a witch?"
She clicked on one of the posts, quickly scrolled to the image section, and immediately froze in shock.
The girl in the picture looked somewhat familiar to her, like her former child.
She had been married to a white-collar worker and had a daughter. Later, in order to divide the family property, she sued her husband and left him with nothing. Her daughter also left with him.
"She looks just like her... no, she is my daughter."
The girl in the picture perfectly matched her memories, which inexplicably excited her.
Dong Ping did not regret her choice; she only regretted not discovering her daughter's witch-like talent sooner.
But it's not too late now. She completely uses blood ties to blackmail Stix, thereby achieving her status as a mother through her daughter.
As for her previous public opposition to witches, that was all baseless.
If the other party or Styx doesn't agree, she can use the excuse that her children are not supporting their parents to smear them.
"This is a chance to turn things around," she concluded, and began gathering information online.
Suddenly, several loud noises came from outside the door. Then, the door of the rented room was kicked open, and several masked, burly men walked in.
Dong Ping was startled by the commotion. When she saw that the newcomers were several burly men, she instinctively roared and started to fight.
"ah--"
She had barely uttered a shout when the burly man at the head of the group lunged forward and slapped her across the face.
Even pigs squeal louder than you.
The slap was crisp and pleasant. Her face, which had just recovered, was bruised and swollen again, as if a silk shop had been opened, with red and black marks blooming everywhere.
"Who...who are you?"
Her bullying nature was exposed, and she stammered as she asked.
"Us?" the burly man sneered. "The Doll Protection Association, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."
"You can call me, bro Vova."
"We've come here today to use you as a pledge of loyalty to the company," another burly man continued.
The group all sneered. Although they were all masked, Dong Ping could still sense their malice.
Having been used to intimidation before, she instinctively said, "Don't come any closer! My daughter is a great witch; she works in Styx. If..."
"Shut up." The burly man at the head of the group punched her in the jaw, knocking her unconscious. "That's why I'm called that."
The person behind them took out a sack and packed Dong Ping up in perfect unison.
"Hurry up and bring him back to the company. The CEO doesn't want any accidents to happen."
The group filed out, and just as they reached the bottom of the building, they were met by several other masked people without identification.
The two groups exchanged a glance, and the atmosphere became tense.
The other man's gaze fell on the sack, his eyes narrowed, and without saying a word, he simply made a gesture, and several men around him simultaneously drew their guns.
The same applies to the burly men.
The two sides were on the verge of conflict, clearly sharing the same objective.
Just as the conflict was about to erupt, the leader on the other side received a communication, nodded, and gestured for his comrades to put down their guns.
"Men of Styx, we have no intention of being your enemies." After he finished speaking, he made way for him.
The burly men remained vigilant and quickly left the scene, only relaxing slightly once they were on the hovercar.
Among the few unidentified company personnel who remained at the scene, one asked doubtfully, "Captain, are we just going to let them go like this? What about the orders from above?"
The leader shook his head and said, "It was orders from above that I let them go. Luckily, we haven't made a move yet, otherwise this would have been a huge problem."
"Why are they suddenly being so kind?"
"I heard that Hongtu's certification has been approved. Stix has indeed acquired a great witch. It won't be long before he can join the Ring Realm Operation Management Committee."
Hearing him say this, the team members felt a pang of sadness.
Their company has spent so many years and still hasn't been able to cultivate a great witch, while Styx, which has only been established for a short time, has already produced one.
They estimated that the company's board of directors must be incredibly jealous.
At Stix headquarters, Mordy smiled and shook hands with the certifier from Hongtu, saying, "I have to thank Hongtu for their mediation this time; otherwise, those guys wouldn't have given up so easily."
"It's alright. Maintaining normal commercial competition in the Zhongxia region is Hongtu's responsibility. We're just doing our duty."
The certifier responded with a smile.
"It is truly a great fortune that Zhongxia can achieve such a grand plan." Mo Di understood his implied meaning and echoed him.
His words, though seemingly self-deprecating, actually contained a hidden warning, telling Modi that Zhongxia was ultimately Hongtu's territory.
Even Stix today must abide by the business competition order established by Hongtu.
The certifier's smile widened with satisfaction, and he quietly revealed, "Sticks has great potential; it won't be long before he joins the Ring Operations Management Committee."
He implied, "Executive Mo, this opportunity and seat are extremely valuable; you'd better seize it."
After all, this concerns our future.
A slight ripple stirred within him, but Modi feigned surprise and said, "I understand. I will seize this opportunity."
After exchanging only a few pleasantries, the certification personnel used company business as an excuse to leave first.
Modi watched him leave until he disappeared from sight before slowly turning around.
He kept thinking about the meaning behind the other person's last words.
Hongtu urged me to seize this opportunity, claiming it was crucial to our future. Who are we referring to? The company or humanity? And why is it related to our future?
Modi couldn't understand it. He just hated that the certifier was too cryptic, not even explaining things clearly, leaving him to guess.
I'll have to wait until I join to find out more.
As he was pondering, an indescribable sense of oppression washed over him, giving him the illusion of facing a colossal object, and he paused in his tracks.
He was quite familiar with this feeling; the will that had led him to reality would often bring this feeling whenever it came to him.
This time is no exception.
"What do you need me for?" he asked directly.
The immense will did not make a sound, but conveyed a thought that contained more or less dissatisfaction with Modi.
"You think I'm not proactive at work, don't have a serious attitude, and don't work hard enough?"
Modi responded with a cold laugh. As the head of a company, he was the only one who could say such things to others; this was the first time someone else had said them to him.
He replied without hesitation, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not your subordinate, I'm just your business partner."
"Besides, how can you say I haven't made any contributions? Aren't I trying to infiltrate the upper echelons of humanity?"
The recent company conflict has caused quite a bit of chaos; isn't that all thanks to me?
The immense will remained silent for a moment, then conveyed another thought.
"You don't need to rush me like this. We have the same goal: to destroy and divide up the ring."
Modi pretended to say that he had finally managed to fool it away.
The immense will shifted its gaze, and the oppressive feeling gradually dissipated.
"Finally gone." He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's become suspicious. I must find out the location of the Ring Computer and the intentions of the higher-ups as soon as possible."
The witch emerged from the shadows behind him, her face grim.
Her body trembled intermittently, resembling spasms, and she looked unwell, quite different from what the certifier had seen earlier.
"The activity of the witch factors has been increasing, even though I haven't done anything to them," she said frankly.
Modi raised his eyebrows, his spiritual sense penetrating her body, scanning her inside and out, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.
The witch was right. The witch factor in her body had been in an abnormally active state and, contrary to normal, was proliferating rapidly, like cancer cells.
This situation began to occur after she ascended to the status of a great witch through faith.
Having finally managed to fool the certification personnel, he now has to deal with the problem.
"Other great witches don't have these symptoms, I can guarantee that," Modi said, having just learned this from the certification personnel through subtle inquiries.
"Could this situation be related to your abilities?"
The witch pondered for a moment and said, "That's possible. Before, my witch factor would have been less, not more, but now it's the opposite."
Logically, such a high level of witch factor activity should have turned her into a monster long ago, but she hasn't changed at all.
"If this continues, it won't be long before my body is filled with witch factors, and I will become a creature completely composed of witch factors."
Upon hearing this, Mo Di's face darkened, and a guess surfaced in his mind.
The dove occupies the magpie's nest.
The witch also considered this possibility and continued, "I suspect that the witch factor might be bait laid out by someone, or it could simply be someone's contingency plan for resurrection, just like us."
As a Blood God with countless Blood God children, Modi's resurrection has spread across several worlds.
The continent of Itniti, the Qiancang Realm, the Ring Realm... wherever the Blood God Child is, there is his backup plan for resurrection.
And someone behind the Witch Factor might also have similar thoughts, using the Witch Factor distributed in human bodies as a backup plan for resurrection.
In other words, the being behind the Witch Factor was at least a mid-level immortal at its peak.
"Since it's possible, let me be on the safe side," Modi said, and began to grope the witch.
Injecting enough blood god seeds into the witch's body can suppress the activity of the witch factor within her, and can also provide timely countermeasures when the witch factor causes abnormalities.
As the Blood God's essence was infused, the witch's complexion became rosy, and the involuntary trembling of her body gradually subsided.
Conversely, Modi's face turned pale.
It looked as if he had transferred his blood into the witch.
The agitation of the witch factors gradually subsided. Although their activity level was still increasing, the rate at which they increased and multiplied had slowed down considerably.
The witch showed no further unusual behavior, and Styx entered a period of calm development.
There was no direct interference from any ungrateful rival companies, nor any public pressure from enemies. At most, there were some covert attacks, all of which the company resolved one by one.
Thanks to the intimidation posed by the Great Witch and Styx's performance during the corporate war, those former rival companies chose to avoid her.
They either relinquished market share or formed partnerships, thus redistributing the pie in the relevant sectors.
Thus, three months later, Hongtu's messenger arrived at Stix's headquarters with an invitation for Mordy.
"Executive Mo, I am here... What's wrong? Why is your face so pale?"
The messenger looked at Modi, whose face was slightly pale, with a strange expression.
Modi waved his hand, indicating that it was alright.
If the witch hadn't kept asking him for the Blood God Child every now and then, he wouldn't have turned out this way.
"In that case, I will continue." The messenger did not ask any questions and said, "I am acting on the orders of Chairman Hongtu to extend an invitation to Stix, inviting your company to join the Ring Operation Management Committee."
The invitation has finally arrived.
Only the three largest companies are qualified to issue invitations.
Modi had been waiting for this invitation, and he gladly accepted.
"You may not yet know what this means," the messenger smiled mysteriously, "Next, there will be a welcome party for your company, and we would like to invite you to attend."
"In addition, the hovercraft is ready."
To this day, Hongtu still has not provided the exact coordinates of the ring road operation facility, but instead chose to use its own company's vehicles to transport Modi there.
Looking at the black high-end hovercar parked downstairs at the company, Mo Di wondered if a few assassins might rush down from inside and open fire on him.
Fortunately, the people from Hongtu didn't intend to do that. After a quick search, they let him into the car.
Inside the hovercraft, there is a signal jamming device, presumably to prevent the coordinates from being leaked.
But what they didn't expect was that they couldn't block the connection between the Blood God's children.
As the airship approached its destination, Stix also gained control of the coordinates of the ring-shaped operational facility.