Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

Mo Xiaofeng couldn't help but start to think about how much he could use his personal assets. Although he is the actual controller of the group, it is not in line with his style to move and hurt the root.

Furthermore, although he is not short of money, it is not a small matter which group to put the working capital into. With so many people pointing at him to eat, he can't make the decision-making policy of losing money.

Of course, if he is short of money, he can ask his uncle to raise some money. After all, there is no business that can have more money than his uncle, who is in the arms/fire business.But Hong Tingyun was his man, and he didn't want to rely on others to support him.

Mo Xiaofeng knew that Canaan was in trouble, and she needed to tell the truth, but Mo Xiaofeng could give her her own reasons.

"I didn't want to move Jiangyu, but because my uncle is here, I don't have the intention to do things under his nose. Now something happened, so I need to have full control over all the industries under the Hong Group."

The person on the other end of the phone was taken aback. It was the first time she heard that her boss paid so much attention to a company.Canaan thought for a while, then tried to speak again.

"Mr. Mo, if it's just for control, I don't think it's necessary to go through these procedures. The group can directly acquire the equity of the other party's head office, or at worst, use some other means. The cost will be more cost-effective than us diverting funds to pour them into the past. The energy spent It will also take more time and be more practical.”

Mo Xiaofeng naturally knew that Canaan's proposal was the most appropriate, but he had promised Hong Tingyun not to interfere in the other party's affairs, all he could do was surround the Hong family's most important financial resources from the outside, and withdraw as quietly as possible. Internet to influence Hong's movements.

The fingers tapping on the window lattice stopped suddenly, and Mo Xiaofeng's voice became much cooler.

"I know, but I don't want to. The 'control' I want is not only control, but the most important thing is restriction. Also, I don't want the Hong family to be aware of this plan too early, and it will be delayed for at least three months. It is starting to roll out now, and it is expected Achieve full penetration within half a year."

Now that his boss has made a decision, all Canaan can do is to optimize and perfect the other party's decision, and implement it perfectly to the end.

"Understood. However, the Hong family has a lot of dirty business. Do you need someone to suppress this first? Maybe it will be very beneficial to the progress of the matter."

Canaan has a better understanding of the details of each group than Mo Xiaofeng, and she naturally knows how many corners are under the hands of a group that started from "black" and turned into a business.

If it was her who did it, as long as she seized the other party's handle and reported it to the finance and taxation department, it would be enough for the other party to drink a pot. At that time, due to the suppression of public opinion, the stock price fell, and the acquisition would be much easier.

But obviously the boss doesn't want to do this, so these threads that slip through the net may cause losses to them and hinder them, so these "roots" must be cut off in advance.The best way is of course to take over directly. People like them have never been kind people, but Mo Xiaofeng didn't want to do that.

Speaking of this, Mo Xiaofeng suddenly thought of Xiang Ranliang's face, he opened his closed eyes slightly, and couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth pulled up.

"No, pass the information on to the police, they're more concerned than us... huh huh!"

As soon as he said this, Mo Xiaofeng suddenly groaned and groaned, his whole body trembled, his brows frowned, and he quickly covered his mouth and dared not speak.

Canaan on the other end of the phone felt strange, and asked hurriedly, thinking that he had bumped into something.

Obviously Mo Xiaofeng didn't want to go into details, so he ordered "Let her do it as soon as possible", and hung up the phone hastily.

Canaan looked at the busy phone and was puzzled for a while. The two of them seemed to have not finished talking, so why did they hang up?

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a group of executive directors from various departments looking at her on both sides of the long table in the conference room.Canaan put the phone in his hand and cut the proposal to the big screen on the tablet beside him.

"Now add a proposal temporarily, and the ministries will talk about the implementation plan after reading it."

On the other end, Mo Xiaofeng held the phone tightly, closed his eyes tightly and remained silent for a long time, while his face was flushed.

"Sorry, Mr. Mo. The subway is under construction in this area, and the road conditions are really not good. Are you okay?"

The driver in front glanced at Mo Xiaofeng from the rearview mirror, but Mo Xiaofeng covered his eyes, bit his lips and waved lightly at the other party.

The violent bump just now caused him to shift his position several times, and the fabric slipped a section inward without warning, and he almost couldn't hold back his voice.Mo Xiaofeng really didn't want to talk anymore, his mind was full of Hong Tingyun's smirking face just now.This damned guy has a way of saying anything, and there is nothing that a human can do!

There are three types of dogs, border herds, dogs and huskies. Hong Tingyun is one of the fighters in huskies. His mind is full of weird ideas every day. Let alone predicting, it is impossible to understand his brain. circuit.That son of a bitch actually stuffed his underwear back in order not to get his new pants dirty.

Not to mention that when he was eating just now, he just took a step or moved the seat, and the stuff poured in seemed to be dangling in it. He only wore trousers and the inside was empty, like wearing shoes but no socks. Mo Xiaofeng always He felt that there was something missing, and the discomfort both inside and outside made his scalp tingle.

Before the rope on his body could be untied, several places on his skin were rubbed red, and some places were even pressed against Hong Tingyun's newly made bite marks. His shoulders and waist were so painful and painful. numb.

In particular, the rope that was bypassed just happened to be strangled, and the fabric couldn't slip out, not to mention it was still on top, and it really felt like the viscera had been displaced.

"Drive...drive steadily, go back quickly."

Mo Xiaofeng fell back on the backrest and leaned weakly on the back, his legs were trembling violently, he took two deep breaths and then spoke softly.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes and did not let go, even turned his legs up and clamped them tightly to prevent the driver in front from noticing his strangeness. It was really an unbearable torture.

The driver was Mo Xiaofeng's own person, and the car was an outside car, so it couldn't drive to the underground garage of Qingping Building.

He could only stop at the entrance of Zouma Lane, and vehicles were restricted at this time, so he could only walk in by himself.

How long is 100 meters?At least Mo Xiaofeng, who was running cross-country with heavy loads, never took it seriously.

But right now, for him, every step he takes is like torture slowed down a hundred times, and he is suffering step by step on the road to torture!

At this point, the building is already open for business, and there are still quite a few people in the hall, singing Sichuan opera on the stage.

Mo Xiaofeng's cheeks flushed abnormally. After crossing the threshold, he tried his best not to see the situation. The ladies in charge watched Mo Shao come back, and respectfully saluted him one by one.

But at this moment, Mo Xiaofeng's legs were so weak that he almost knelt down trembling, coped with it a few times, and just wanted to go back to the room and take out the things.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the stairs on the fifth floor. He didn't know how to climb up, and his eyes were full of fear.

Just as she was thinking, Yu Tianqing opened the curtain and came out from the backstage.

He was wearing a long gray gown, carrying a leather suitcase, and was looking at the phone in his hand.

As soon as he looked up and saw Mo Xiaofeng's dot appearing in front of his eyes, his frown suddenly relaxed, and his expression was quite surprised.

"Master Yu is going out?" Mo Xiaofeng was also a little taken aback.

He remembered that tonight was a weekend fair, and it happened to be a big fair in the middle of the month, so Yu Tianqing had to be on the scene, but it looked as if he was about to travel far away.

Yu Tianqing walked towards him, glanced at the people around him, and lowered his voice.

"Before I left, I left a message asking me to do some things. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. But I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the fair tonight. I was just about to tell you, Young Master Mo, and you'll be back soon after who knows."

Mo Xiaofeng was taken aback for a moment, the flush on his face receded a bit, but his complexion was still not very good-looking.

"Then...you mean, I'm the only one watching at night? I haven't opened the scene alone, will it be too..."

As the helm of [Tianqi Shenghuang], Mo Xiaofeng has never seen any big scenes.However, the gathering in Qingpinglou is a matter of another world. For that world, Mo Xiaofeng has too many unknowns and puzzles, just like a toddler holding a Yitian sword in his hand, Those people feared him, but he didn't know how to use them.

He is not afraid that he will lose face if he does something wrong, but he is afraid that he will not be able to control the situation and let people outside see his uncle's jokes, and he will be called "Ksitigarbha" by his uncle.

Yu Tianqing couldn't help laughing, he really felt that Mo Shao was thinking too much.

How can someone who can be brought back by my grandfather as a character cultivated by the young master have no skills at all?On weekdays, he has been studying by his side for almost two years, and it is time for him to be alone.

"Young master Mo, you have done a good job before, so don't worry about anything. Besides, the master also arranged for you to be in charge this time, so you can just let it go and do it."

Mo Xiaofeng nodded, he understood the reason, but it was inevitable that he would be nervous for the first time.

Yu Tianqing moved closer to Mo Xiaofeng, leaned forward slightly and even lowered his voice a lot, but the words he said were completely inconsistent with his restrained and steady posture.

"Young master, if you are not here, you are the biggest in Qingping Tower! If you are happy, let them come here to trade, if you are not happy, just close the door to thank the guests and drive everyone out. There is nothing wrong with it.

No one dares to look down on Qingpinglou, and no one dares to be presumptuous here. If there is one, they will be killed directly.This is the rule of every meeting, and also the rule of Ksitigarbha! "

After saying this, Yu Tianqing bowed slightly to Mo Xiaofeng, and left with the box.

Mo Xiaofeng's eyes flickered as he looked at his back, but the sadness between his brows gradually dissipated.

This is his uncle, the "mechanic" Jizo of the dark night world. His power frightens everyone in that world. Under his power, these people can be in this small ancient building, with each other. Make a fairly fair deal.

Rules are made for those who obey the rules, but Gu Chen himself is the most unruly person.

Those people were afraid of Mo Xiaofeng, flattered him, and treated him with courtesy, all because he was the next owner of Qingping Tower and the successor of the uncle's power.

But can he really do it?Mo Xiaofeng didn't know, but he was used to this kind of life and enjoyed it unexpectedly.

He was in the light, blood and darkness brought him the last sliver of comfort.The thoughts that can make him want to die are temporarily suppressed and vented under these horrors.

Maybe he was also infected with these darkness, he can only rely on these things to numb his heart, and become the oxygen for him to live.

But right now, he has someone he wants to protect.Even if his hands are covered with blood, he will not hesitate, because these things may become a kind of strength for him to protect the opponent.He didn't care about it before, but now he urgently needs these.

It's just that he is so filthy that he really deserves to have Hong Tingyun?And the other party doesn't mind his dirtyness?

Mo Xiaofeng didn't know.

Mo Xiaofeng felt a firm belief for no reason rising from the bottom of his heart. He felt that no matter what kind of person he was, Hong Tingyun would accept it.

Because Hong Tingyun had promised him that he would also believe in him, and Hong Tingyun had promised, so he was willing to believe him!

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