[The camera turns, let’s talk about another place for now]
"Bastard!" In the dim room, a powerful palm slammed the table, and his majestic body stood up, angrily scolding the young man sitting opposite who looked like he didn't have plastic surgery.
"Bastard? Haha... Grandpa has used words to describe you for so many years, can't you use a fresh word to describe your son?" The speaker crossed his legs, hugged his arms, and leaned against the boss's desk with his slender body.
on the sofa.
Mo Chuchen didn't show his usual murderous and icy look in front of his father, but instead looked like a cynical bastard, which further aggravated the middle-aged man's anger.
"No matter what, you release that batch of goods to me tomorrow!" Mo Lingbo was so angry that he just wanted to beat up this brat. "If word spreads, it will make people laugh. My son robbed my goods, what do you think?
me?"
Mo Chuchen suppressed his laughter and raised his head to look at his father, "What do you think? This shows that you are teaching your son well. Your son is better than his predecessor, and a young phoenix has a clearer voice than an old phoenix. What's wrong with that?"
Mo Ling'er's mature and sophisticated character was completely incapable of showing off in front of his son, but the same was true for this kid, who had just ordered someone to rob his batch of arms at the Laos border on the way here.
He did it in just half an hour. Not everyone can do it. It is enough to show that this brat has grown into a mafia figure in his own right and no longer needs the help of this old guy in every possible way.
But...he didn't think that his son, who had always been on the same page with him, was acting so uncharacteristically this time just to prove that he was good enough.