I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

Ming Shengtian never expected that his efficient report would be met with a cold response.

He couldn't help but frown: "Is there anything more important than Mr. Chen's matter?"

Mr. Lin, who had been just being perfunctory, suddenly became angry.

"I'm just busy with Mr. Chen's business!"

"Who do you think you are!"

"I just started working for Mr. Chen, and you're already challenging me?"

"roll!"

The call was suddenly hung up!

Ming Shengtian's face looked like he had been punched hard in the face.

He resisted the urge to smash the phone.

Little did he know that Mr. Lin on the other end of the phone felt the same way.

"I finally got in touch with you, and you're yelling at me?" Mr. Lin threw his phone away angrily.

The secretary next to him has already retrieved Ming Nuan's personal information.

"Boss Lin, are we really going to the charity party tomorrow?"

The secretary has been following him for quite some time.

I have a relatively clear understanding of the company's situation.

"Our company offended the Mohist School in the early years and has been suppressed ever since."

"This Ming Nuan is Mo Shiyan's wife..."

"And how do we explain this to Elder Chen?"

President Lin waved his hand confidently, "You don't understand men, it's because your relationship with the Mo family has become strained in the past few years."

When Mo Shiyan first came to power, a group of them tried to take advantage of Mo Shiyan's youth to bully the newbies and make some money from the Mo family.

Who knew that Mo Shiyan would suppress her so much that she wouldn't say anything.

Not only did he lose his wife, but he also lost his soldiers.

That's why the economy is so bad now.

Of course, the conflict with the Mohists existed before Mo Shiyan came to power.

After all, there are only so many resources, and whenever projects come into contact, there will be friction.

"Everyone in this circle knows that Mo Shiyan has eyes on top of his head."

"The only thing that has failed me is women."

"Look at him, he's confessing his love to the whole city, and he's giving money away like a worthless person."

"As long as we please Ming Nuan, Mo Shiyan will naturally not target us."

"Just like his good-for-nothing father."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Mr. Lin's eyes.

"As a man, how can you care so much about a woman?"

"Women are all long-haired and short-sighted. They can only serve as assistants to men. But it's good this way. It gives us a chance. Look at this Ming Nuan. She doesn't care whether the Mo family has a bad relationship with us or not. In order to gild herself, she collects some charity to make herself look good, and even sends me an invitation!"

This is his woman.

He would slap her to death!

"If we donate more money then we won't be targeted by the Mohists all the time."

Mr. Lin has thought it through very clearly.

I'm afraid I don't know if it's him.

All the prominent people in Beijing went there, right? Including those who were targeted by the Mohists.

Would she let go of this opportunity to 'beg in public'?

"As for Mr. Chen, if we have a good relationship with the Mo family, won't we be able to get more information for him?"

"That old man is not a pushover. If my company can be revived, I won't have to please that stinky old man."

The secretary nodded and continued to ask: "How much money should we donate?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Lin couldn't help but feel pain.

He wanted Ming Nuan to say good things about him.

You can't be stingy.

The secretary reminded quietly, "The cash flow in the company's account may not be enough right now."

Mr. Lin lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.

"Didn't you stockpile some goods earlier? Sell that first."