"It's the birthday of General Welsh's daughter. I'll take these and give them to him to win over this customer." Mo Bei answered while adjusting his gun.
"But these are gifts from your godfather."
"I've grown up now and don't need such pink and childish things." Mo Bei closed the lid of the box with a snap and stood up with the gun box in hand, "Brother, I'm leaving first."
After following her all the way out and watching her go downstairs, Mo Wen had already made up his mind and ordered the assistant who came over, "Go ahead and contact the Middle East immediately."
This matter involves a huge risk, but compared to the current predicament of Mo and Mo Bei, it is nothing. If this matter can succeed, he can at least help her get hundreds of millions of dollars. For Mo
North Korea will play a decisive role in reversing the situation.
He couldn't bear to see her running around like this, and he didn't want to see her giving away all her precious things to others for the sake of the company.
The assistant immediately took out his mobile phone and started to make a call. After a while, he hung up the phone and walked back to Mo Wen's study. "Brother Wen, we have contacted them all. They also want 100 million US dollars in weapons, and they need it very urgently."
"Okay." Mo Wen grabbed the car keys on the table, "We will go to the factory immediately to see if the goods are enough. If not, we will transfer some from other jobs."
The two of them went downstairs and got in the car together, and Mo Wen did not forget to remind him, "You know this matter, I know it, God knows it, and the earth knows it. Don't let Mo Bei know about it. If something happens in the future, just keep it to yourself."
Just put all the blame on me and I can handle it alone."
"Brother Wen." The assistant looked at him seriously, then nodded slightly after a moment, "Yes!"
The two rushed to the factory, checked the inventory, and the assistant contacted the other party to confirm the delivery time and location. Morvin then issued a shipping order, took the batch of weapons out of the factory, and hauled them to a private piece of land in the suburbs of Morvin.
Inside, waiting for people from the Middle East to come to trade.
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Beijing.
Imperial Vision Group.
After Leng Zimo finished the meeting in the back room and returned to his office, Ah Jiu immediately put a cup of hot tea on his desk.
"Sir, the matter has been clarified. There seems to be something going on within Mo's. The stock price has fallen by nearly one-third recently. Currently, Mo Bei is working hard to recover. News reports say that she seems to have issued a military order on the board of directors.
, the stock price must be stabilized within three days.”
Leng Zimo frowned slightly, "Mos has always been Europe's leading arms company and has many big customers. How could this happen?"
"Mok Wenxiu's death may be due to one reason, and on the other hand it may be due to the company's poor management." Ah Jiu took a photo and put it in front of Leng Zimo, "This person's name is Joey, and he belongs to Mok Wenxiu."
A good brother and a partner. During the time when Mo Wenxiu was seriously ill, the company was managed by him. I speculate that this matter may have something to do with him. According to news reports, Joey celebrated his 60th birthday two days ago. Mo Bei
He appeared at the banquet with his brother Mo Wenzeng and asked Joey to hand over the equity that his father managed on his behalf."
Leng Zimo's pupils shrank, "Check this Joey carefully."
"Yes!" Ah Jiu agreed immediately.
Leng Zimo thought for a while and finally took his cell phone and dialed Jiao Yang's number.
