My Previous Fraternal Twins

At this time, with one hand holding the waist of the master mother of the Mohist family and the other hand holding the other side of the wheelchair, he pushed Mo Zichen through the red carpet with a smile.

Those shareholders and those participating in this election naturally know what Mo Zehai's intention is.

Seeing this, the reporters immediately went up and asked, "Chairman Mo, do you have any intention to come and preside over the election meeting this time?"

The reporter didn't point it out directly, but the meaning of the words was very obvious.

Mo Zehai's smile is not diminished. "President of Mohist has been voted by all shareholders and our Mohist families. The high ticket holders are eligible to become president of Mohist's enterprises, so this position has the final say."

"What do you think of President moshchen's car accident?" the reporter continued to ask.

"After the company has investigated this matter, it will naturally publish it to everyone through the Internet. No one can say until the result is found out." although Mo Zehai is a little unhappy, he keeps a polite smile on his face.

For these formulaic answers, the reporter seemed dissatisfied, so he continued to ask: "do you think it is possible for Mo Shichen to continue to hold the position of president of the company?"

"If there is any chance, I am not the one who has the final say. If he has this ability, it will be impossible to continue his life for a lifetime." Mo Ze Hai said impatiently.

Finally, he reached out and pushed the microphone away, with a gentleman's smile on his face: "well, please let us go. We'll go up first. If there's any problem, wait until the meeting is over."

With that, he pushed Mo Zichen upstairs to the building of Mo's enterprise.

"Mom, they seem to be looking forward to big brother continuing to be president of Mohs enterprise." Mozi Chen looked up and said with some inferiority.

"They are like this every season, not because of their strong ability, but because they don't want to bother to cooperate and change people." the master mother of Mohism smiled with a clear wind on her face.

Mo Zichen asked with some expectation, "really? Have you contacted big brother?"

"What do you care about him? If he doesn't come, he has self-knowledge. Even if he comes, he can't win the election. It's better not to ask for trouble." the master mother of the Mohist School lowered her head and whispered a mockery in Mozi Chen's ear.

"But..." Mo Zichen hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed all the words he wanted to say.

At the moment, he is just a tool for them to compete for power.

The result has nothing to do with your ability.

Those who can appear on the list of candidates of Mohs enterprises have both power and wealth in their families, and they also have a good relationship with human resources.

When the Mohist mother walked into the office building, her waist was slightly straight, and the smile on her face was very deep.

It seems that she is as brilliant as the king. She is inexplicably happy to see the success of the Mohist master mother.

People in the company don't feel much when they see mosehai.

But the moment they saw the master mother of Mohism pushing Mozi Chen, their hearts suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

What sounds good is the fair voting of the company. What sounds bad is nothing more than the background of the fight.

Looking at the moment when they brought Mo Zichen in together, they understood that this election was a predetermined person.

Probably the only person who really became president of Mohs through his own strength is MOH Shichen.

Mo Zichen looked around and looked for Mo Shichen in the crowd.

Over the years, the person he most wants to see is him alone. He promised the mother of the Mohist school to come here for election. On the one hand, he also wants to meet his eldest brother who hasn't seen him for many years.

For the master mother of the Mohist family, it is best for Mo Shichen not to appear at this time, and he did not appear after so many days. She thought that Mo Shichen had died in the hospital.

At the thought of this, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but arouse again and couldn't stop.

Xu Cong now, at the door of the conference room, saw the master mother of Mohism coming in, and respectfully guided them to their seats, but he couldn't see any expression on his face.

"When will you come back?" asked Rong Wanxian, standing at the door.

"When it's time to appear, it will appear naturally." Xu Cong said with a smile.

The master mother of Mohism gave him a cold stare: "it's the same as not saying."

After a pause, he continued, "is he not going to appear, or is he no longer here?"

Xu Cong had a complicated look in his eyes.

Then he resumed his calm smile and said, "I'm just an assistant around president Mo, not his personal adviser, so I don't know exactly how he arranged it. I just do a good job."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter." the master mother of Mohism directly threw down such a sentence and directly pushed Mozi Chen inside.

The wide meeting room was now full of food.

Mo Kun and Mo Yuxin followed Mo's company.

Mo Kun was dressed in a black Zhongshan suit. He looked energetic, but his face didn't have the charm when he first came to Liancheng.

And Mo Yuxin looks particularly charming in a cheongsam with smoked powder.

The reporter caught the figure of Mo Yuxin at a glance, held the microphone and asked, "Miss Mo, is the previous video really you?"

"The man said that it was because you were jealous of a young lady and were suspected of kidnapping each other. What do you think of that?"

When Mo Yuxin heard the reporter's words, his face suddenly sank. He stretched out his hand and directly grabbed his collar, staring at him angrily: "if you don't know anything, don't talk nonsense here."

"Also, which reporter are you from? You can ask such questions. Don't you want your job?" her voice said in the end, extremely sharp and terrible.

Mo Kun's face didn't look very good. He came forward and took her hand and comforted: "Yuxin, well, don't tell them so much. Let's go in."

"Grandpa, you see what they say." Mo Yuxin said more and more angrily. Finally, he directly came forward and grabbed the man's camera debris. It didn't relieve his anger, so he pulled up her skirt and stepped on her feet.

Other reporters saw that Mo Yuxin closed her mouth one after another and dared not say anything more. At this time, she was like a beast out of the reins in the eyes of those reporters, and could bite at any time.

After Mo Yuxin crushed the man's camera, he followed Mo Kun to the direction of the office building with satisfaction.

The man gnashed his teeth and looked at her leaving back.