The Strongest Holy Grail System

"You are really kind..." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, sketching a slightly arrogant smile, and the dignified and arrogant face disappeared in an instant. guard him quietly.

A trace of divinity resembling a blazing sun flashed from her tail, and the demon hybrids present shrank their necks, lest they be slaughtered by this terrifying fox.

"It seems that everyone sees the same thing as heroes, and is willing to donate thousands of family wealth to my cause." Looking at the clansmen who are submissive, Fang Zheng said with a chuckle, "I will not treat you badly..."

"After all, scientific research is my business."

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Chapter [*]: Van Feim, King of the Magic City, "For Collection"

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Three years later, New York City, United States of America—

The Nasdaq stock market, the clear bell rang...

This beep echoed in every corner of Wall Street and resounded through every building screen in New York.

Tesla Inc. - Listed on Nasdaq.

In just three years, a company founded by a few unknown people has now become a giant in the high-tech industry.

Punching Microsoft, kicking Apple, sweeping Google...

Their stock prices have skyrocketed, their securities are worthless, their capital is unmatched...

Smartphones, electric cars, Wi-Fi technology...

Tesla, which monopolized numerous patents, easily swept the high-tech enterprises in the whole of Eastern Ying, annexed them all, and monopolized the market of Eastern Ying.

Then, there is the output...

East Asia, Europe, North America...

With the help of sophisticated technology, they easily swallowed the market share of major companies and killed the giants of the future.

Africa, South America, Southeast Asia...

With high-quality and low-cost products, Tesla has monopolized the market in Asia, Africa and Latin America, and exchanged cheap and sufficient resources for low-cost goods...

Then, the company moved out of Dongying and settled in a small country to become an offshore company, getting rid of the high tax burden.

Tesla has swept the world with its unreasonable scientific research technology.

Today, all the electronic products in the world come from this company and their subsidiaries.

This is a monopoly, and it is also beyond the reach of capitalists...

- The trust capital system.

It is self-sufficient, dominates the market, and monopolizes all the profits of the high-tech industry.

One can imagine how terrifying this behemoth is...

However, under the pretense of harmless capital, under the deliberate cover up of politics, and under the unawareness of magicians, Tesla Corporation sits firmly on the Diaoyutai and secretly controls the changes of the world.

"It's really incredible, so down, the old antiques of the clock tower, it is estimated that they can only survive in your shadow..."

His tone was full of contempt. The old gentleman held a goblet and sniffed the mellow aroma of red wine, showing an intoxicated look:

"Mr. Fangzheng, it's better to see it after a long time. You may really be able to change the world."

"Impossible..." Sitting on the opposite side of the old gentleman, Fang Zheng held up a white porcelain teacup, savoring the mellow Ceylon tea, and said indifferently:

"Don't test me, Mr. Van Feim, our time is precious, isn't it?"

"exactly."

The old gentleman who dominates Las Vegas and controls hundreds of large casinos slowly raised his glass, admiring the reflection of the lights in the wine glass.

"What are you doing? Mr. Fangzheng."

"I need your knowledge and skills to make a golem." Putting the empty teacup on the solid wood coffee table, Fang Zheng stared at the old gentleman on the opposite side, he said with a light smile:

"How about exchanging Tesla's shares?"

"It's an attractive offer." The old gentleman put down his glass, and his face was full of a modest and polite smile.

But that kind appearance was difficult to suppress the bloodthirsty and tyranny in his heart.

He is 'Van Feim', the [*]th of the 'Twenty-Seven Patriarchs of the Dead Apostles', and the vampire at the top of the world.

Although after thousands of years of vicissitudes, Van Feim is not a stubborn guy. He no longer flaunts the power of the ancestors of the dead, but in the way of mortals, he manipulates capital and finance to build a huge kingdom of wealth.

But in terms of pure capital, even if Van Feim can’t keep up with Tesla, it is far ahead of the noble magician family of the Clock Tower.

He is very flexible, and his restraint also makes the Church of the Holy Church hold him tolerant.

From the beginning to the end, neither the agent of the Holy Church nor the burial agency had any trouble with the King of Finance.

But even so, he is also a dead disciple, and the fourteenth ancestor——

Van Feim of the Magic City.

His ability lies in making golems.

As long as he has sufficient wealth, he can purchase materials in large quantities to create a Golem Legion comparable to a modern army.

And the seven 'city' golems he created, each of which can destroy the city and destroy the land, can easily destroy a modern city, and together, it is enough to crush most of the twenty-seven ancestors of the dead.

But these are just his superficial strengths.

What is even more terrifying is the wealth he has accumulated for thousands of years...

Today, in Las Vegas, he owns hundreds of casinos, dozens of cruise ships, and several regimes around the world...

After years of accumulation, what size should the golem army he hide behind the scenes be?

How many golems of the 'city' comparable to fantasy species and heroic spirits...

Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

I dare not imagine that it is precisely because of this that the Church of the Holy Church has reached peace with it, and the king of finance also lives in a corner, quietly gathering strength.

Waiting for the chance to overturn the chessboard.

"You, very good..." After thousands of years, Van Feim showed a long-lost appreciation, and he said to the other party: "Be my family, and you will inherit my everything, how about it?"

"Stop joking, what can you give me? Mr. Dead Disciple." Fang Zheng was unmoved, and Van Feim didn't force it, he said plainly:

"My knowledge is expensive, how many shares can you take out?"

"Forty-nine percent, is it enough?" Fang Zheng said softly with a calm expression, while Van Feim smiled, and he looked playful:

"So that's the case, do you want to use my power and prestige to be your backer?"

"Of course, with Mr. Van Feim's reputation, neither the Magic Association nor the Holy Church will come to trouble me." Fang Zheng said modestly: "Also, for me, too much wealth is not an advantage, but rather an advantage. will bring me enemies."

"Smart guys tend to live a long time..." As if sighing, Fan Feim held up the red wine, he stopped pretending, and the old man drank the wine in one go.

"Like you, Mr. Van Feim."

"You too, young man."

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Chapter [*]: Karen Ordesia "For Collection"

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"Young and promising..."

Van Feim held up the full wine glass, and behind him, several slender girls served him, showing the extreme luxury of the capitalist class.

"I'm not young."

Shaking his head, Fang Zheng looked around, smacking his lips and said, "Master Fanfeim, you really know how to play..."

Here, it is no longer the reception room of the Las Vegas casino, but the ballroom below the casino.

The box wrapped in one-way light-transmitting glass is quietly suspended above the ballroom. Van Feim and Fang Zheng are aloof, admiring the vanity and depravity of these mortals.

Here, drunken fans.

Fangzheng looked like he didn't care after waving away the young girl who wanted to come over. For him, these women who had been trained were too boring to arouse his interest at all.

"In my opinion, you are still too young." Sitting on the sofa, enjoying the bunny girl's rubbing shoulders, Mr. Van Feim picked up a cigar, ignited a flame with magic, and ignited it.

"I've been a 'Lord' in the Clock Tower. The hidden power of those magicians is far beyond your imagination." As he said, Van Feim sneered: "Of course, the sanctuary that can check and balance with the Magic Association. The hidden strength of the Church is not limited to the beasts of the 'Burying Agency'."

"Don't underestimate them, and don't set yourself on fire, Fangzheng."

"Of course..." Picking up the black tea, Fang Zheng looked at the old man who was having fun, and couldn't help but sighed helplessly.

Before he became a dead apostle, Van Feim was the magician of the Clock Tower, and had the titles of 'Crown' and 'Color', and belonged to one of the twelve lords of the Clock Tower.

Different from those rotten and ancient magician nobles, Van Feim is very flexible, no matter in the battlefield or in the business world, he can do it with ease.

Of course, this old man is also "eating, drinking, prostitutes, gambling, and smoking", and he enjoys the bliss of the world unscrupulously.

Are rich people really happy?

Well, the happiness of the rich, you can't imagine it at all!

An old man who seems to be in his [*]s or [*]s, has a promiscuous party in the villa, and then shoots dozens of women. It's crazy...

"Those mercenaries under your command have surpassed..." Fanfeim said abruptly, while Fang Zheng sipped his black tea indifferently, ignoring the guy's words.

After a while, he gently put down the porcelain cup and said with a smile:

"They are just killing harm for the people."

"Oh? Is that so?" Fan Feim frowned, and Fang Zheng jokingly said:

"Well, you can ask the Las Vegas government to issue them a three-good citizen pennant."

"That's great. If they dare to blow up the Las Vegas monastery, I don't think the government will let them down."

"Of course, that's it..."