In the midst of all the attention, the press conference opened.

The venue of the press conference is not luxurious, it is the lobby of a gold ingot group.

But there were countless journalists who attended the press conference.

Almost all the newspapers and media of the Terran people rushed to the scene.

It's all gathered in this lobby, which is extremely crowded.

A member of the Mingguang Group turned into a security guard and barricaded an empty space.

The live stream is on.

When all the people who were looking forward to it saw a member wearing a light group uniform, their hearts instantly cooled.

"What?"

"Why are the people of the Hikari Group here?"

"They can't have coerced Sun Wen, right?"

"That's Old Sun's grandson, Yu Mo is crazy? Or is it a complete showdown? ”

In countless barrages.

Backstage, Sun Wen wore a delicate suit, re-combed his hairstyle, and walked to the center with a smile on his face.

"Hello everyone, I'm Sun Wen."

"I'm here to announce one thing."

"Starting today, I will voluntarily donate the shares of the Golden Ingot Group to the Light Group free of charge."

"Thank you."

As the voice fell, Sun Wen took a step back, bowed deeply to the many reporters, and turned to leave.

The whole press conference lasted less than half a minute before it ended.

The reporters were not even given a chance to ask questions.

It all came so suddenly.

Caught off guard.

"Sun Wen, is all this the oblique coercion of the light group?"

"Is this really your own volition?"

"If you are threatened, you can speak up, the whole human race is your strong backing!"

"That's right, grandchildren, they shouldn't bear this!"

A reporter looked at Sun Wenyuan's back and kept shouting.

But Sun Wen walked farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from their sight.

The moment he walked backstage, he seemed to lose all his strength, slumped on the sofa, and took out his phone.

Flip out a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Click on.

Send a text message.

'My mission is accomplished, and I hope you will be in the future... Be kind to it. ’

Putting down the phone, Sun Wen no longer has the elegance and calmness he just had in front of the camera.

Looking very embarrassed, he tugged at his tie, as if it would suffocate him.

Eventually, he leaned back on the couch and fell asleep.

At this moment, he is no longer a young entrepreneur in the eyes of everyone, nor is he the pride of the Ink Academy, just an ordinary...

Insecure children.

His body curled up together, and in his sleep, his mouth was still babbling.

……

"It's time to go..."

Late at night.

Yu Mo sat in the office, just calmly admiring the moonlight.

Looking at the text message just received in the phone, his face was expressionless.

"Okay."

In the shadows, a woman nodded lightly and turned away.

On the Internet, everyone has not yet digested what has just happened, and the next moment...

More than 10 groups collectively issued a statement.

Voluntary donation of 50%, 60%, or even more shares of the group to the light group.

Among them, the five leading enterprises are all among them.

This moment...

The people were completely stunned.

In their eyes, the current light group has reached the level of madness.

I can't imagine why they are like this.

Aren't you really afraid of accepting the sanctions of the Nine Senses Ancestors of the Human Race?

But the light group remained silent in the face of public opinion on the Internet, as always.

Only the vote to invite the Terran Nine Senses out of the mountain was reopened.

But in the end, it failed.

Obviously, in the hearts of the people, the value of a Jiujue is still greater after all.

Early morning.

"These companies, there is a problem?"

Zhong Yushu came to Yu Mo's office, sat on the sofa, and asked with a slight frown.

Yu Mo shook his head slightly.

"No problem."

Zhong Yushu's brows furrowed even deeper: "Then they are voluntary?" ”

"It's not."

"I persecuted."

Yu Mo shook his head very calmly.

Zhong Yushu fell into silence, and after a long time spoke again: "Is this fair to them?" ”

"It's not fair."

Yu Mo replied again.

"To this extent?"

Zhong Yushu took a deep breath and asked seriously.

Yu Mo turned his head and looked at the sunlight outside the window: "Zhong Lao, even the sunshine can't guarantee that he can shine the sun everywhere." ”

"The same is true of the world."

"How can there be absolute fairness..."

"All we can do is maintain fairness for the majority."

"Maybe for a small number of people, it's not fair, it's very unfair."

"But..."

"That's the limit of what I can do."

"At least, after experiencing this time, the human race can continue to live for fifty years."

"I am worthy of the Terrans."

"I'm damned on them."

Yu Mo's voice was calm from beginning to end, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out of the window, the corner that was not illuminated by the sun.

"Sometimes, I'm actually curious."

"The sun can never shine on every inch of land."

"But the darkness... But you can. ”

"Since I can't do that sunshine, why don't I... Melt into the darkness. ”

"At least that's fairer to them."

Yu Mo's voice was very soft, as if he was explaining to Zhong Yushu and himself.

Zhong Yushu looked at Yu Mo's back and didn't speak for a long time.

……

The Thunder Sweep continues.

Group by family continues to donate shares voluntarily and without compensation.

One by one, wealthy individuals were arrested.

Including the rest of his life, he has also begun to complete the task independently with time, and has grabbed four people with his own hands.

Two of them also wore the mask of hypocrisy.

It even behaves very elegantly.

One of them was very cooperative when he was arrested, and started the live broadcast, showing that he abided by the laws of Moge throughout the whole process, and was willing to cooperate with Moge's action, accumulating a large number of people's support.

Of course, there are also two who are very irritable.

It's the kind that doesn't even bother to disguise on weekdays, and it has a bad reputation in the local area.

He even did it directly.

A group of younger brothers surrounded him.

Of course, in the end, he was left behind by the rest of his life, and in front of a bunch of people, he was dragged away by his hair.

But even so, the expressions of the onlookers were very indifferent.

There was no intention of giving them applause at all.

Even if they do this, it is considered a good deed.

But compared with the heinous evil deeds, these little goodness are insignificant.

"Is there a third step?"

Office.

In just half a month, Zhong Yushu became much tired.

Looking at Yu Mo, he said in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Yes."

"But not anymore."

Yu Mo shook his head and said softly.

"Why?"

"Because... The black market took the initiative to donate a large amount of supplies to the light group. Yu Mo looked into the distance and said lightly.