"Oh, the wool is out of the sheep, this guy, this white wolf with empty gloves, is very slippery~"

Does the wool come out of the sheep?

Empty gloves white wolf?

Driftwood was a little puzzled at first.

However, he soon realized the meaning of his family boss's words.

"Boss, do you mean that the person who ran 1.5 billion is Yue Shao, right?"

"First deceive 1500 million from Ye Zhengjun's son, and then use the 150000000000 to buy the entire project!"

Before and after, the money in Yue Shao's purse did not move a cent.

But he bought the entire project that the Ye family worked so hard to build?

"This, this, this, this can't be!"

"Hehe, others, that's naturally impossible......"

When Bei Yuhan heard this, his red lips suddenly hooked slightly, and his handsome face revealed a thick evil charm.

"But according to Mu Chenyue's shamelessness, the probability of this thing is at least ninety percent ......"

The Great Demon King's expression was pale.

"When they are presidents, their hearts are dirty......"

Mu's Group.

President Mu Da, who was very dirty, was reviewing a thick stack of financial statements in his hand at this time.

Below him, sat a group of black-pressed employees.

In order to acquire the Ye family's project, the employees of the entire company, from the president Mu Chenyue to the sweeping aunt, have been working overtime for more than half a month.

The kind that goes until eleven or twelve o'clock every night!

Everyone was busy.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of paper churning.

The next second.

"Yawn Yawn Yawn ————"

I only heard a loud sneeze explode in the conference room in an instant, like a thunderclap descending.

The Mu Group is handsome and chic, and the young master Mu Chenyue, who is sitting on hundreds of billions of dollars, because of these three sneezes, the financial statements in his hand flew to the ground in an instant.

After three sneezes, he bent over in a strange posture and froze in place.

The entire conference room shook, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him in unison.

"President, what's wrong with you, do you need me to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner?"

Seeing this, the secretary next to him suddenly picked up the remote control in a hurry.

Mu Chenyue didn't speak.

After a while, he slowly raised his head and pushed the golden silk nanmu glasses on his face.

With a faint glance at the people working overtime, he glanced at the people present.

There was no trace of warmth in that gaze, and every time it swept a person, it would bring a shudder.

Mu Chenyue just looked at them coldly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The air in the entire conference room became heavy.

No one dared to speak, not even to breathe.

Several managers in charge who were focused on by Mu Chenyue's eyes were even more frightened, and their legs trembled.

After a long time, it was so long that everyone felt that they were going to die.

Mu Chenyue finally spoke.

The voice was cold, mixed with the unique aura of a capitalist.

"No need, that's the end of today's overtime, let's get off work!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire conference room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at their president in disbelief.

Just now, he he, he, what did they hear?

The president said, next, off work?

Aren't they dreaming en masse?

It's not twelve o'clock yet!

Mu Chenyue raised her hand and loosened her bow tie, her voice as cold as ever.

"In addition, everyone has worked hard this month, and everyone's year-end bonus will be increased by 10%!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more confused.

It wasn't until a minute later that everyone woke up and jumped straight out of their seats.

"Thank you, President!"

"Long live the president!"

"President, I love you!!"