Du Wei crushed the wine glass in his hand angrily, "What did you say?"
"Sir!" The assistant looked at the wine spilling from his hand, "Within a few hours yesterday afternoon, someone acquired 5% of Mo's shares. Today, the acquisition volume in various places has remained high. The total number of two days has been high.
Together, it’s about 10%.”
"This is impossible, this is impossible!" Du Wei said irritably, "Where does his money come from?"
If Mo's stock has fallen to this level, it is impossible for retail investors to buy it in large quantities. This is obviously someone's deliberate acquisition. But Jiao Yang should have no money. Where did he get so much money?
"I guess it was probably given to him by the Duke of Kent. After the Duchess was admitted to the hospital, the Duke of Kent had a private chat with Jiao Yang."
Jiao Yang could only get such a large amount of money from the Duke of Kent, but what Du Wei couldn't figure out was that the Duke of Kent was obviously very angry at the time, so why would he give Jiao Yang money?!
"Could it be because of the Duchess?" the assistant asked speculatively.
Du Wei frowned slightly, "How many shares do they have now?"
"Jiao Yang has at least 18% in his hands. If you add Mo Bei's 15% and Mo Wen's 5%, it will be 38%." The assistant hesitated, "If we compete for equity, we will definitely lose."
"Tomorrow should be Mo Bei's court date, right?"
"Yes, sir."
Du Wei said coldly, "Kill him!"
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away!"
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In the hotel, Jiao Yang is discussing tomorrow's court session with the lawyer, Leng Zimo and Charlie.
"Besides this method, is there no other way?"
The lawyer glanced at Leng Zimo without revealing any trace, "Sir, this is the only possible way to save Mo Bei. If you don't want her to go to jail, you can only do this."
Jiao Yang sighed, "Okay then."
There was a knock on the door and Cheng Xiao walked in, "Mr. Jiao, Mo Wen wants to see you."
"Mo Wen?" Jiao Yang was startled, "Please invite him in quickly."
Cheng Xiao walked in with Mo Wen. Compared to the previous two days, Mo Wen's face looked obviously tired and pale.
"Can I talk to you?" Mo Wen glanced at Leng Zimo and others on the sofa.
"Come in." Jiao Yang led him into the study room in the suite and gently closed the door, "You... have something to do with me?"
Mo Wenxiang took out a document bag from his body, "This is the 5% equity that my father left me. I have already written the authorization letter. As long as you sign, these will be yours."
"what do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, I just hope you can help me transfer these equity interests to Xiaobei." Mo Wen put the documents on the table, "I have already studied Xiaobei's situation, and I will go to court to testify for her tomorrow.
, I will bear all the blame when the time comes, and I may not be able to help her with what happens next. I hope you can help her get through the difficulties."
"You don't need to do this. We have already thought of a way to argue her innocence." Jiao Yang returned the documents to his hands, "You should hand these over to her in person."
"Do you really have a way?" Mo Wen didn't take the file, but just looked at him with a serious look on his face and asked.
"Of course, I won't let her go to jail." Jiao Yang paused briefly, "My methods may be a little extreme. I hope you understand by then."
