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Chapter 95 Returning from Nirvana, Has a Man Seen the Photos (6)
"Third Young Master, it is well known that the only one who is evenly matched with MR is Cun Kun. In the face of the property left by your father, will you be merciful or put profit first?"

This is a difficult topic to answer.

Ming Chengyou hardly thought about it, and his tone was as flat as water, "The business scopes involved in MR and Qiankun are not exactly the same. If this is the case, how can there be competition? Of course, I do not rule out that there may be conflicts of interest between some departments. My father Leaving Cun Kun to my elder brother, I also hope that I can go out and experience. As for Cun Kun and MR, isn’t there an old saying? Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the house, don’t care about the frost on the tiles of his house.”

This remark was also unexpected by Fu Ran.

He put it bluntly, even if you hold a magnifying glass, don't even try to find the flaws. This has deviated from Ming Chengyou's previous personality. If it was Ming Sanshao in the past, he might say, "This is my own business. Can you handle it?"

Although offending people, the truth revealed in the words is not as unpredictable as it is now.

Cut Kun President's Office.

The network TV was live broadcasting the MR company's press conference. Luo Wenying pushed the door in and saw Mingzheng leaning on the leather chair, lazily pressing back, with a cigar between his fingers. Slowly rotate the cigar with a pure wood match that is as long as the index finger, light it evenly and take a deep sip.

Luo Wenying put the materials on his desk, and caught a glimpse of the Internet TV screen, her gaze was fixed on the focus, her expression was first startled, then surprised, "Chengyou?"

Mingzheng slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and heard the talk about how to compete, "Do you understand the reason why the loan has been stuck repeatedly these days?"

"You said it was related to Chengyou?"

"He came prepared."

Luo Wenying nodded in agreement. "But Cun Kun is not a vegetarian, and you may not suffer a loss if you go head-to-head. What's more, in Ying'an City, you are fighting for your connections and experience."

"Eve, you will do your best to stand by my side, right?"

"You are my boss, what do you think?" She had no intention of participating in the matter of the two brothers of the Ming family, but she must not ignore it if it threatened the interests of Qian Kun, "If I want to help others, who will pay my salary?" ?”

Ming Zheng laughed out loud, the choking smell of the cigar almost overwhelmed him, "You are indeed a good employee."

It was cloudy and cold outside and it was raining lightly. The cool wind blew on the face like a sharpened sharp knife cutting the skin, but the press conference was in full swing.

After talking about the official business, the gossip reporter naturally turned the topic to Ming Chengyou's private affairs.

"Third Young Master, do you plan to get married after two years away? Or are you already married?"

Ming Chengyou smiled faintly, and he spread his palms, "Do I look like I'm married?"

Successfully throw the topic back.

The reporter displayed the spirit of persevering to break the casserole and ask the end, "What do you mean, I can understand that you are married?"

"No." After playing hard to get, he gave no room for fantasy, "In the past two years, I have devoted myself to my business. Once a man fails in his career, who will give his heart to me?"

This is a sensitive topic.

Immediately someone found the clue, "San Shao is talking about the Fu family's dissolution of the engagement when you were in the most difficult time?"

When Fu Ran saw Ming Chengyou's cold eyes suddenly, there was almost no warning. He stared straight at her in the center of the auditorium. His desolate eyes made her shudder.

But, it was only for a moment.

He returned to normal, "No, I don't comment on the Fu family's decision, and I can understand their anxiety at that time, so... this matter should have ended here two years ago."

"Third Young Master, if the Fu family is willing to reach out to you again now, can you still accept it?"

Ming Chengyou outlines the corners of his mouth secretly, his lips are very thin, and the movement of pursing can make one side slightly upturned, adding a bit of evil and charm.

Fu Ran planned to leave again, but if she stayed, she would only hear more and more talk.

"Do you think LVAN is a recycle bin? The recycle bin also has the function of permanently deleting."

It was the man on the left who stood in his way.

Fu Ran's back was stiff, embarrassment and humiliation flooded her heart with the roar of laughter. Through the microphone, she could clearly hear that burst of laughter belonging to Ming Chengyou, ridiculing, ridiculing, vicious...

One of the reporters turned her head to look around. She seemed to have caught a glimpse of Fu Ran just now.

She quietly pulled the corner of the camera next to her, "Look at that corner, follow me."

When Fu Ran was about to step out of the door, the female reporter stopped her in a timely manner, "Fu Xiaojia, may I ask why you appeared at the MR press conference? Did you hear that the third young master returned from Nirvana and wanted to get back together?"

The person in charge of the planning department saw that the time was almost up, and with Fu Ran supporting the show, there was no reason not to do it, "My friends from the press, today is the end of MR's press conference, thank you all."

After the words were settled, the crowd dispersed in a rush, and the camera-carrying and microphone-carrying heads rushed towards Fu Ran.

If she didn't leave, she would be drowned in saliva.

The camera saw her intentions, and walked over to block the door, the female reporter handed over the microphone reluctantly, "Miss Fu, please say something, San Shao just said that he is still unmarried, do you think you have great hope?"

Fu Ran looked through the rushing crowd and looked at Ming Chengyou who was standing at this moment. He was talking softly with his assistant with his head down. When he left the auditorium, he didn't even look away an inch in her direction.

Facing the aggressiveness of the reporter, Fu Ranchuu sneered, "Two years ago, you didn't show any mercy in your pen skills. You have intensified your verbal suppression after he lost his position. I wish he could just find a crack in the ground and never come out. Now sharpen your head It's nothing to hold it, get out of the way, or don't blame me for smashing your food."

At the other end of the auditorium, everyone had already left.

"Miss Fu," the female reporter said thick-skinned, "Are you angry from embarrassment?"

A large number of reporters not far away gathered around, and some of them had already dropped the topic.

Fu Ran snatched the microphone from the female reporter's hand and smashed it at the camera, "If you don't let me uninstall your machine, you will lose money at most, believe it or not?"

The young man carrying the video camera blushed, and was pushed by Fu Ran again to get out of the way. "Is this the temper of a wealthy daughter?"

(End of this chapter)