You have the ability to spread rumors, and you have the ability to make fake plays for real.

Zhan Ziran didn't have to go to see the doctor anymore, Mo Xu directly called him to the other building.

The doctor came to the door in a hurry, followed by three or four assistants. They had treated Mo Xu for insomnia and some mental problems when he was overseas.

A few people thought that something important had happened, so they rushed here in the middle of the night with their medicine kits in hand.

When they arrived, they found that it was not Mo Xu who had a problem with his body, but another one.

Mo Xu stood beside the bed expressionlessly, and the doctor confirmed again: "Did you fall?"

Zhan Ziran covered his head: "Yes."

"Where is the injury?"

Zhan Ziran: "..."

Mo Xu's face was livid: "Above the thighs, below the abdomen."

Zhan Ziran felt that he was not as embarrassed as he was when he first went bankrupt, and now is definitely the most difficult time in his life.

In the end, the doctor was very calm after listening to the description, and did not show any surprise. Instead, he wanted to make a diagnosis directly, that is, he wanted to see the injury.

The so-called look, hear and ask.

Zhan Ziran's face turned green, what's the point of this?

But the doctor had already put on white plastic gloves, raised his hands, and looked very professional, waiting for Zhan Ziran to take off his pants.

Zhan Ziran held his hands tightly, but Mo Xu grabbed his arm with a cold face: "Be obedient."

Ah ah ah ah ah.

Then Zhan Ziran's never-before-seen "Little Ziran" was diagnosed.

The doctor took off the gloves, "There is no major problem, I am very healthy, the pain should be gone in a day or two, and the hygiene is also very good, um... very energetic."

very energetic……

Zhan Ziran was paralyzed on the bed, like a cat whose bells had been rubbed by countless people, desperate and giving up on himself.

The doctor asked a few more questions, and when he left the room, Mo Xu glanced at Zhan Ziran. His face was blushing, like a bride about to get married. It was a little funny. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, but he quickly restrained his expression and followed the doctor out of the room.

"Besides this, there is one more thing."

"Mr. Mo, please speak."

Mo Xu told about Zhan Ziran's situation, the doctor thought for a while, and said: "This situation needs further diagnosis, unexplained chronic fever and chills... so, you bring Mr. Zhan here tomorrow."

Mo Xu thought for a while: "Not tomorrow, I have something to do, the day after tomorrow."

The doctor nodded, "If Mr. Mo feels uncomfortable, please tell me in time."

Mo Xu waved his hand: "Nothing."

After sending the doctor away, Mo Xu returned to the room, and Zhan Ziran had already got under the quilt, facing Mo Xu shamelessly.

Mo Xu lifted the quilt, and Zhan Ziran seemed to be sticking to the quilt, blushing and yelling: "I'm sleepy!"

Mo Xu stared at him outside for a while, and left a sentence: "Then you sleep well."

Zhan Ziran responded with a muffled quilt, heard Mo Xu's footsteps, and walked away slowly.

After Mo Xu left, Zhan Ziran poked his head out from under the quilt, it was too embarrassing.

I think Zhan Ziran has read sage books for several years, but he doesn't have any words to express his current mood.

Forget it, go to sleep and go to sleep.

Zhan Ziran fell asleep in a daze, and slept until noon the next day.

When he woke up, Qi Le brought him a glass of water.

"Master, I heard that you..."

Zhan Ziran made him stop with a gesture, and turned back to the army: "What did you do last night, I called you and you were not here."

Qi Le's eyes wandered, "I slept too soundly yesterday, so I didn't hear it."

Zhan Ziran: "Forget it, you are also tired these few days."

"Master, Secretary Zhao is waiting outside. He said that he will go to the restaurant for lunch when the young master gets up. Young master Mo is waiting."

Zhan Ziran fell asleep, and he forgot what happened last night: "I'm going to wash up."

After washing up, he went down the hall, Zhao Zhiyu was already waiting at the door, and directly took Zhan Ziran to the watchtower, Mo Xu was already waiting for him in the private room.

Zhan Ziran didn't eat in the morning, so he finally slept in and his stomach was empty. At this time, he felt so hungry that he could eat a cow.

Mo Xu picked up a chopstick of fish and put it in his mouth: "I have something to do in the afternoon, I bought a ticket at the theater, I can't go, you can go for me."

Zhan Ziran nodded, thinking that it was just right for him to inquire about the news, so he immediately agreed.

After eating, Zhao Zhiyu packed some pastries for Zhan Ziran, saying that he would eat them during the theater, and then drove Zhan Ziran there.

After sending off Zhan Ziran, he came back to pick up Mo Xu.

Mo Xu: "Did someone send it over?"

"Here it is, watch him go upstairs."

"Well, stay alone."

"I know."

When Mo Xu got into the car, Du Yunchen was already inside. He had just gone to the warehouse, and something was indeed wrong.

Waiting for the car to start, Mo Xu said: "The old man wants to get involved in industrial machinery parts, and asked me to move the ones purchased from abroad to the country. Guess what I'm going to say?"

Du Yunchen: "How do you say?"

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm in charge of domestic matters, and he didn't agree."

Zhao Zhiyu: "Master Mo is used to being shrewd, how could he just agree like this, he still doesn't believe you."

"Of course it's impossible to believe it, and I didn't intend to make him believe it, but it's a good idea to want to touch my things without agreeing."

Du Yunchen said: "Mo You is not suitable for business."

Zhao Zhiyu said: "Master Mo came out to take charge at this time, and he should be quite afraid of you. Originally, the Mo family in Haicheng was very stable, but your sudden return to the country disrupted the situation."

The scale of the properties Mo Xu bought overseas was not small. Zhao Zhiyu was taken aback when he paid the bills. No wonder Mr. Mo was so afraid.

"He was worried that I would swallow up the Mo family." Mo Xu leaned on the seat, closed his eyes and smiled, "I don't even want such dirty things."

Mo Xu said again: "I just want to make a mess, and I want to make it even more messy. I just started the show. I will never admit that I made the medicinal material last time. He can't do anything with me. Hehe, at that time His face is so funny."

These days, the business world in Haicheng seems to be calm, but in fact there is a dark current. Just yesterday, there were movements in Mo Xu's four warehouses. Mo You failed to stockpile medicinal materials before, so he started to stock up on other things in another direction.

From the banquet that day, Mr. Mo found five families and started hoarding rice, because the Mo family couldn't eat it alone.

Mo Xu said sadly: "When more than [-]% of the market volume is in the hands of a group of people, they can control the price. There should be few businessmen who don't know this truth."

"In the past few days, I have observed that several big rice shops have been emptied by them, and the big guys of several companies are running around."

Mo Xu sneered and said: "It's just the beginning, from big to small, let them handle it first, and finally get rid of the salary from the bottom of the pot."

Zhao Zhiyu turned his head, not knowing what Mo Xu was going to do.

Mo Xu also didn't tell him: "You arrange it first, and collect the retail investors. If I didn't make a mistake in my calculation, the retail investors will have at least [-]%."

"Two and a half percent is less, generally speaking, there are [-] percent."

"It's enough for them to master a few big ones, and retail investors should not care about it. Then you can help me run a few big ones and get them for me at double the price."

Zhao Zhiyu: "This...you are not worth it."

Mo Xu said slowly and coldly: "In the face of absolute financial resources, all calculations are nothing."

Mo Xu made up his mind that he would not change his mind, Zhao Zhiyu shrugged, what the boss said, what would he do.

The seat Zhan Ziran sat in was the one he sat in yesterday, which was considered the best seat in the whole theater, with Qi Le next to him, and the table was full of pastries and fruits.

It wasn't prepared by the theater troupe, but bought by Zhao Zhiyu. The two big bags were spread out on the table, which was so spectacular that the waiters who served the tea couldn't help but take a second look.

There are expensive and beautiful cream cakes, as well as some common pastries, such as peach cakes, butterfly cakes, cloud cakes, osmanthus cakes, jujube cakes from Dongcheng time-honored brands, as well as peanuts, melon seeds, cashew nuts, dried lotus root, and dried fruit shops in the west of the city. Packed fermented glutinous rice, soil and honey water.

Zhan Ziran just tasted each of them, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

After watching halfway, Zhan Ziran was a little sleepy, and sat on the sofa to doze off.

Just when Zhan Ziran was about to fall asleep, a female voice suddenly sounded.

"Master Zhan, it's you."

Zhan Ziran woke up suddenly, and raised his head in a daze, "It's Miss Yanhong."

"I heard that Master Zhan is coming again today, so I came here specially to look for you."

Zhan Ziran sat up, "Miss Yanhong, is there anything I can help you with? To tell you the truth, I can't protect myself. You are better off looking for Young Master Mo than me?"

"No, you're thinking about it, I just want to talk to you about old things."

Zhan Ziran sat up suddenly, patted the sofa: "Sit down and talk."

·

After seeing the warehouse, Mo Xu ordered Du Yunchen to act alone, but he and Zhao Zhiyu drove to the east of the city and stopped at the gate of a house.

The courtyard door was open, and Mo Xu walked in directly.

Sitting in the hall and warming the fire was an old woman. The old woman turned her head, and Mo Xu approached and sat down beside her. It turned out to be the sorceress who told Zhan Ziran's fortune.

"Long time no see, Aunt Chen, I didn't expect you to start this business," Mo Xu actually called the old lady who told Zhan Ziran's fortune, Aunt Chen.

"I'm just making a living," the old woman lowered her head, not daring to be presumptuous.

Mo Xu got straight to the point: "You should also know the reason for my coming, so tell me."

Aunt Chen thought for a while, thinking about where to start, Mo Xu said: "Don't try to talk nonsense, hysteria is not curable."

"Ms. Chu was brought up by me when I was 10 years old. Her parents left early and entrusted her to me."

"When I was a teenager, the head of the troupe came to me and said that Miss Chu was suitable for singing, so I brought her into the troupe. As a result, she became famous, and many noble people started to visit. Miss Chu never agreed to such things."

Mo Xu: "My lord?"

"Yes, the opera troupe performs without the support of noble people, and their lives are very poor, but all kinds of transactions are also things that are not yet on the table. I don't need to elaborate on this?"

Mo Xu immediately understood: "No, continue."

The old lady stirred the brazier: "One time a nobleman came to me and said he wanted to ask Mrs. Chu to come and sing a few songs. He said that he invited a distinguished guest and would give him a lot of money. It was just singing."

"At that time, Mrs. Chu didn't accept gifts from nobles, and the income from singing alone was too meager, so I took it for her and collected a set amount of money."

Mo Xu said coldly, "You accepted it?"

"Yes, Madam blamed me after she came back, saying that I shouldn't accept it, and I said that the family really couldn't get rid of it, not to mention that the opera troupe is too hard to learn opera, and the food and clothing must keep up..."

"She went?" Mo Xu squinted his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"I went, and then came back the next day, and came back crying, and refused to say what happened..."

The old woman lowered her head, seeming to have a hint of sadness: "Actually, I also knew it a little bit, but when she spoke, I realized that she was... Later, later, you were born."

Mo Xu closed his eyes, let out a long breath, then thought of something, and asked after a long time: "Did Mo Chengxiong come to ask you to invite her to sing?"

The woman shook her head: "No, this person is not Master Mo, or I would have said it before."

Mo Xu fell in love with his eyes, "Don't let me get around, who is it!"

"You also know this person..." The old woman hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

Mo Xu's voice was hoarse, as if he was enduring something, he said, "You know what will happen if you don't tell me?"

"Yes...it's the father of the young master you brought yesterday, Mr. Zhan."

Mo Xu suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of which were red: "What did you say?!"

Seeing his appearance, the old woman was a little frightened, and she repeated: "Yes...it was Mr. Zhan who passed away a few years ago from the Zhan family. He was hosting the banquet that day for Mr. Mo Chengxiong, the master of the Mo family."