Seeing Mu Shaoling's gloomy and almost dripping face, Zhang Yali asked with a somewhat scornful expression: "Son, is it not too much for Mom to ask for such a small amount of money? In any case, T Group is also the leading chaebol in the country and internationally.
They are all well-known, so even if something happens now, liquidity won’t be so scarce, right?”
Mu Shaoling lit a cigarette irritably and frowned.
He has always been powerless against his mother, who only asks for money from him: "Mom, this is a period of special circumstances. You just came back from outside, and you must have seen the tense situation outside. Can you not make things worse at this time?
Is that so? I will ask the finance department to put three million on your card later. If you save some money, it will be enough for you to spend three months. Don’t bother me again during this time."
"What? Only three million?"
Zhang Yali's face was drooping, and her voice became sharp: "Son, what is three million enough for? I will buy a few bags and a few clothes and it will be all spent. 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, you have to give me at least 20 million today, otherwise, I will not leave your company!"
She started lying on the sofa, crossing her legs and wagging her Dankou-coated toes high in the air, as a demonstration against Mu Shaoling.
Mu Shaoling didn't even look at him. He picked up his coat and walked out the door: "I have a meeting to hold. If you like to stay here, then you can stay as long as you like."
Seeing Dong Zijun come in with a fruit platter and juice, he glanced lightly and continued to walk out as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that Mu Shaoling really ignored her, Zhang Yali couldn't help but become anxious.
She jumped up from the sofa with a cry: "Hey, son, you can't leave. Mom doesn't want so much money. Just give me 10 million. This is my bottom line... If I even
If you can't reach it, then my quality of life will be reduced a lot, don't you feel sorry for your biological mother?"
Mu Shaoling turned a deaf ear and walked out without even a moment's pause in his slender figure.
Zhang Yali beat her chest angrily.
She was about to catch up when she saw Dong Zijun handing her the fruit platter attentively: "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'm probably tired of waiting here, so let's eat some fruit to quench our thirst..."
"Things haven't been settled yet, eat, eat, eat like a hammer! I'm so angry, why did I give birth to such an unfilial creature?" Zhang Yali was so angry that she overturned the platter, and the colorful fruits rolled away.
It fell all over the floor.
But she knew that her son had always been strong and always told the truth, so she could only pick up her bag in defeat and leave dejectedly.
Before leaving, Zhang Yali gave Dong Zijun a hard look and said specifically: "Special Assistant Dong, I will ask the finance department to give me three million in a minute. Not a penny less!"
"Don't worry, Madam, I will definitely miss you."
After Zhang Yali left, Dong Zijun spread his hands innocently, looking at the fruit platter he had worked so hard to make being wasted, and could only act innocent.
He pressed the intercom, called the cleaning lady, and walked out helplessly.
In fact, he has never quite understood how a snobbish, mean, and selfish woman like Mrs. Mu could give birth to such an outstanding and amazing son as the boss?
If it weren't for the fact that their mother and son looked somewhat similar, he would have really doubted whether the CEO was not his biological child.
…
High-rise conference room.
The conference room was full, and a long conversation lasted for an hour and a half. The lengthy meetings made all the senior executives of T Group look tired.
But no one dared to slack off, because the president's iceberg face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, was even more frighteningly cold at the moment.
Mu Shaoling, who was sitting at the head of the table, could not hide his tiredness on his brows, but the sharp and powerful power in his eyes was still eye-catching. Even though he was sitting still, his posture was still upright, giving people
A very strong sense of oppressive majesty.
Mu Shaoling watched T Group's stock falling again and again on the big screen. He calmly took T Group's recent financial status from his secretary and took a quick glance at it. He was not as anxious as the other senior executives present.
Instead, it was as calm as usual.
One of the white-haired old men said with a serious and anxious face: "Mr. Mu, because of the collapse of Jinfeng Department Store, our stocks have been seriously affected, and the market value has evaporated by more than 30 billion. If we don't want to control
, we will face the risk of delisting at any time, and even financing will be difficult in the future..."
"Yes, Mr. Mu, and the families of the victims outside have been holding large-scale protests. Why don't we negotiate with them about compensation? Why have we been reluctant to take action until now? Do we still have to
What are you waiting for?"
"Mr. Mu, you have always done things right, so why are you so reluctant to make a decision this time? Do you really want to put the life and death of the company at risk?"
Questions after seats were shot towards Mu Shaoling like sharp arrows.
But he cast a cold glance at the entire audience, and everyone immediately fell silent.
Mu Shaoling stroked his pen on a certain document, and a vigorous and powerful font appeared on the paper. The font penetrated the back of the paper, and it was the word "forbearance".
Faced with so many questions from his subordinates, he didn't explain anything. The next second, his thin lips uttered a magnetic and hoarse voice: "The meeting is dismissed!"
Everyone seemed to be liberated and breathed a sigh of relief.
After Mu Shaoling left, they began to stretch their muscles wildly, and then walked out in order.
Mu Shaoling walked back to his office with a steady pace, casually threw the pen on the desk, and then sat on the president's chair. With a rotation of his feet, the chair turned him 180 degrees.
.
The man's back is as straight as a poplar tree, facing directly towards the door of the CEO's office.
Next to it, there is a cup of freshly heated coffee, and his secretary has always done her duty.
Mu Shaoling picked up the cup and took a sip. Ying Ting frowned and relaxed a little.
Suddenly, there was a strange sound coming from his fax. After entering the complex password, several pages of paper were printed automatically. In just a few seconds, a stack of secret information was printed and reflected on his face.
In the eyes.
Mu Shaoling quickly picked up the information and started reading it at a glance.
The information was sent to Shuofeng and Qingyu, and they did not disappoint.
The main cause of the collapse of Jinfeng Department Store was indeed man-made frame-up, and these key evidences were enough for T Group to clear their grievances, but the more he looked at the back, the colder his face became...
The mastermind of this collapse incident was undoubtedly Xue Lang's work, but he didn't expect that Cassie was also involved...
