After hearing this, Ruanruan nodded and did not continue to ask.
After Mu Shaoling sent Lin Wenzheng and Zhou Qing home, he drove to the apartment.
Reporter Zhang was eating the dinner prepared for him by his bodyguard. When he saw Mu Shaoling walking in, he immediately stood up, subconsciously adjusted his clothes and asked, "Mr. Mu, can I go home?"
Mu Shaoling looked gloomy and said, "You can't go home yet."
"Why not? You are illegally imprisoned." Reporter Zhang looked excited when he heard that he could not go home.
Although it was said that the food and accommodation here were good and Mu Shaoling's bodyguards didn't do anything to him, he was still imprisoned and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.
"Do one last thing for me." Mu Shaoling stood there with deep eyes.
Reporter Zhang looked up at the man who was a head taller than him and couldn't help but trembled, "What do you want me to do?"
"Reissue a press statement to inform you that you were tempted by profit to slander our boss." Dong Zijun stood behind Mu Shaoling and said.
He took the recording for appraisal in the morning and found that the recording was genuine and not forged.
"The temptation of interests?" Reporter Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief, "You mean you want me to tell you that your wife bribed me with interests?"
Mu Shaoling's face darkened.
Reporter Zhang realized that he had said the wrong thing and trembled again, "I know what to do."
What they meant was to tell the story of their receiving benefits and give the public the illusion that they were slandering Mu Shaoling. At the same time, they could not expose the things Ruan Bai had done.
"Give him the computer." Mu Shaoling turned around and walked towards the sofa.
Dong Zijun nodded, handed the prepared laptop to Reporter Zhang, and said, "Hurry up and write, you can go home after you finish."
Reporter Zhang dared not speak out in anger, so he had no choice but to take the notebook, log in to his account, and start editing the statement.
He had many years of experience in journalism and quickly edited the statement and asked Mu Shaoling to read it.
After Mu Shaoling looked at it, he nodded.
Dong Zijun said: "Publish it."
Reporter Zhang took two deep breaths and pressed the publish button.
As soon as this statement came out, it was equivalent to saying that his journalist career was ruined, at least in City A, he would no longer be able to use his own name to survive.
Dong Zijun glanced at the forum on his mobile phone and saw Reporter Zhang's statement. He nodded and reported the report: "Boss, it has been sent successfully."
"Let him go." Mu Shaoling ordered.
"You can go." Dong Zijun brought the laptop over and shut it down.
Reporter Zhang stood up, thought about it, and still stood there with no intention of leaving.
Dong Zijun looked at him motionless and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Reporter Zhang rubbed his hands, thinking that he had no future, so he simply walked up to Mu Shaoling and said: "Mr. Mu, once this statement comes out, I will no longer be able to live in City A. I am penniless now."
Wen, you can give me a sum of money, I want to go back to my hometown to develop."
Mu Shaoling stood up and walked out the door.
Reporter Zhang watched him leave in shock and immediately followed him, "Mr. Mu?"
"Stop chasing." Dong Zijun stretched out his hand to block his way.
Reporter Zhang wanted to reach over his arm and continue to chase. Mu Shaoling had already walked out of the door, and the bodyguard closed the door. He suddenly felt desperate.
Dong Zijun shook his head and reminded him, "When you did this, you should have thought that Mr. Mu is not so easy to provoke. There is no use regretting it now."
Reporter Zhang sighed, he regretted it, but it was true that regret was useless.
He looked at Dong Zijun helplessly and asked, "Then what should I do?"
"My wife didn't give you any money?" Dong Zijun said.
"I haven't given it yet..." Reporter Zhang sighed, "In this situation, if I ask her for it, she won't give it to me."
"You shouldn't have provoked Mr. Mu." There was no mercy on Dong Zijun's face. Now that the statement has been issued, Reporter Zhang can't play any tricks.
Even if he was unwilling and wanted to do something behind his back, Mu Shaoling was not someone he could mess with at will.
Reporter Zhang suddenly fell into despair after hearing his words.
His biggest mistake was not to provoke Mu Shaoling, nor to be tempted by Ruan Bai. Now, he had no money and no career prospects.
The bodyguard handed him his cell phone and urged: "Leave quickly before the boss changes his mind."
Reporter Zhang held the phone and slowly walked out of the apartment.
After leaving the community, he stood on the roadside with the night wind blowing, which made him feel particularly desolate.
Reporter Zhang picked up his phone and opened the forum. In just a few minutes, he was scolded by a group of people on the forum.
Although occasionally some people questioned why he came to clarify the matter so suddenly and wondered whether he was detained by Mu Shaoling, these voices were quickly covered up by the curses.
Reporter Zhang put his cell phone into his pocket in despair. This incident was completely over, and he was completely finished.
Mu Shaoling drove back to his old house. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
He walked into the living room. The old man had returned to the bedroom to rest. He stood in the center of the living room and looked at the surrounding decorations.
Three generations of people have lived in this house. As time went by, the people here became more and more discordant. Even his woman became a stranger.
The butler came over and asked in a low voice: "Master, there is some soup left for you in the kitchen. Do you want to drink it now?"
"No need." Mu Shaoling looked at the old housekeeper who had worked in the Mu family for more than ten years. He looked at the changes here and wondered what he would think.
The housekeeper looked at his deep eyes and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you worried?"
Mu Shaoling was slightly dazed. This old butler had watched him grow up. If he showed a little emotion, the other party would notice it.
"I'm fine. Is your wife upstairs?" he asked.
"Yes, the wife is in the bedroom." The housekeeper nodded, and added: "Master, there is something unusual about the wife today. She went out without breakfast this morning. After she came back, she locked herself in the bedroom and did not come out."
"Didn't you have dinner?" Mu Shaoling frowned slightly.
"No." The butler shook his head.
"Yes, I understand." Mu Shaoling walked towards the stairs and went up to the second floor.
Walking to the master bedroom, he knocked on the door.
Ruan Bai's voice came from inside, "What's going on?"
"It's me." Mu Shaoling said, "Xiaobai, can I come in?"
If he was willing to enter the bedroom at this time in the past, Ruan Bai would definitely welcome him, but at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to get up. Moreover, Abepu could find him, which meant that the matter had been exposed, and maybe the reporter had been arrested by him.
, now she really doesn't have much thought to deal with this matter, "Shaoling, I'm taking a rest, can I talk about anything tomorrow?"
