One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

Seeing Mu Shaoling's gloomy face that could almost drip water, Zhang Yali asked with a somewhat embarrassing expression: "Son, isn't it too much for Mom to ask for such a small amount of money? Anyway, T Group is also the leading chaebol in China. They are all well-known, even if something happens now, the liquidity will not be so tight, right?"

Mu Shaoling lit a cigarette irritably, frowning.

For his own mother who only knows how to ask for money, he has always been very powerless: "Mom, this is a special period of time. You just came back from the outside, and you must have seen the tense situation outside. Can you not make things worse at this time?" Is it? I'll ask the financial department to transfer 3 million to your card later, and if you save a little money, it will be enough for you to spend three months. Don't bother me during this time."

"What? Only three million?"

Elder Zhang Yali's face was sagging, and her voice became sharper: "Son, what is three million enough for? I buy a few bags, and I spend a few clothes. How can I maintain the most basic living expenses? I am your biological mother." , how can you be so stingy to me? I don't care, give me at least 20 million today, otherwise, I will rely on your company and not leave!"

She began to lie on the sofa playing tricks, crossing her legs, and waving her Danko painted toes high, in a state of demonstration to Mu Shaoling.

But Mu Shaoling didn't even look at him, he just picked up his coat and walked out the door: "I still have a meeting to hold, if you like to stay here, then you can stay as long as you want."

Seeing Dong Zijun walking in with a fruit platter and juice, he glanced at it lightly, then walked out as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that Mu Shaoling really ignored her, Zhang Yali couldn't help feeling anxious.

She jumped up from the sofa with a loud sound: "Hey, son, you can't leave. Mom doesn't want that much money anymore. Just give me ten million. This is my bottom line... If I can't reach it, my quality of life will be greatly reduced, don't you feel sorry for your own mother?"

Mu Shaoling turned a deaf ear to it, his slender figure didn't stop at all, he just slammed the door and walked out.

Zhang Yali beat her chest angrily.

She was about to catch up when she saw Dong Zijun graciously handing her the fruit platter in his hand: "Madam calm down, you should be the person who knows the boss best. Once he makes a decision, no one can change it. You are here I guess I'm tired of waiting here, let's eat some fruit first to quench my thirst..."

"Things are not settled, eat, eat, eat a hammer! I am really mad at you, why did I give birth to such an unfilial thing?" Zhang Yali overturned the platter in anger, and the colorful fruits immediately rolled It fell all over the place.

But she knew that her son had always been strong and always said what he said, so she could only pick up her bag in despair and leave dejectedly.

Before leaving, Zhang Yali gave Dong Zijun a gouged look, and confessed: "Tezhu Dong, I'll ask the accountant to pay me three million, not a single cent less!"

"Don't worry, ma'am, you are absolutely indispensable."

After Zhang Yali left, Dong Zijun spread his hands innocently, watching the fruit platter he worked so hard to be ruined, he could only pretend to be innocent.

He dialed the internal line, called the cleaning aunt to come up, and walked out helplessly.

In fact, he has always been a little confused. How could a snobbish, mean, and selfish woman like Mrs. Mu give birth to such an outstanding son as the boss?

If it wasn't for the similarity between their mother and son, he really doubted whether the CEO wasn't his own.

...

High-level conference room.

The conference room was full of people, and another hour and a half of long talks were held. The lengthy meetings again and again made all the top executives of T Group look tired.

But no one dared to slack off, because the president's iceberg face, which had never changed for thousands of years, was even more frighteningly cold at this moment.

Sitting at the top of the seat is Mu Shaoling, although his brows are hard to hide his tiredness, but the sharp and powerful force in his eyes is still eye-catching. Even though he was sitting still, his posture was still upright, giving people a strong sense of oppressive majesty.

Mu Shaoling watched the stock of T Group fall again and again on the big screen, calmly took the recent financial situation of T Group from the secretary, and glanced at it briefly, he was not as anxious as the other senior executives present, On the contrary, it was calm and breezy as usual.

One of the gray-haired old men said with a serious and anxious face: "Mr. Mu, because of the collapse of Jinfeng Department Store, our stock has been seriously affected, and the market value has evaporated by more than 30 billion. If you don't want to take control , we will face the danger of delisting at any time, and even financing will be difficult in the future..."

"Yes, Mr. Mu, and the family members of the victims outside have been holding large-scale protests. Why don't we discuss with them about the compensation? Why have we been reluctant to act until now? Are we still What are you waiting for?"

"Mr. Mu, you've always been tight-lipped in everything you do, why are you so slow to make a decision this time? Do you really want to put the company's life and death aside?"

The questioning from the table was like sharp arrows, and they all shot at Mu Shaoling with a "swish".

But he glanced coldly at the audience, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Mu Shaoling swiped his pen on a certain document, and a vigorous and powerful font jumped out on the paper. The font penetrated the back of the paper, and it was the word "forbearance".

Facing so many questions from his subordinates, he didn't explain anything, and the next second his thin lips let out a hoarse voice: "The meeting is over!"

All the staff seemed to be liberated, Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

After Mu Shaoling left, they began to stretch their muscles presumptuously, and then walked out in order.

Mu Shaoling walked back to his office with steady steps, threw the pen on the desk casually, then sat on the president's chair, turned his feet, and the chair turned him 180 degrees .

The man's back was as straight as a poplar tree, facing the door of the president's office.

Next to it, there is a cup of coffee that has just been heated. His secretary has always done his duty.

Mu Shaoling picked up the cup and took a sip, Ying Ting frowned and relaxed a little.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from his fax. After entering the complicated password, several pages of paper were printed automatically. In just a few seconds, a stack of secret materials was printed and reflected in his computer. in the eyes.

Mu Shaoling quickly picked up the information and began to read it at a glance.

The information and Shuofeng and Qingyu sent it, and they did not disappoint.

The main reason for the collapse of Jinfeng Department Store was indeed man-made framing, and these key evidences are enough for T Group to wash away its grievances, but the more he looked at the back, his face became colder and colder...

The mastermind of this collapse was no accident and Xue Lang's masterpiece, but he did not expect that Cassie was involved in it...