Yu Mo's hand on the wheelchair trembled slightly, and he subconsciously clenched.

He looked back silently, looking at Sun Wen who was standing behind him with a solemn expression, as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth opened several times, and finally it just closed, just showing a knowing smile.

This smile, Yu Mo has never shown in front of people.

Clear, kind...

It is incompatible with the so-called devil, the executioner.

"Now..."

"You and I are the same kind of people..."

Confucian pushed Yu Mo away, and in the room, only Yu Mo's soft sigh remained, as if it was echoing.

Sun Wen took a deep breath, tried to calm his expression again, and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, watching the figure of Yu Sheng walk out of the headquarters of the Golden Ingot Group.

As if sensing Sun Wen's gaze, Yu Sheng stood at the door of the group, suddenly paused, raised his head, and looked into the sky.

Obviously, the distance between the two is extremely far, and there is also a layer of glass in it, but it makes Sun Wen have a feeling that the rest of his life... I have seen myself.

The rest of his life turned around, like a javelin, standing still, as if waiting for something.

And Sun Wen solemnly tidied up his expensive suit in front of the window, smiled brightly at Yu Sheng, and waved his hand.

For the rest of his life, he still maintained peace, but left silently with the strong man.

In the spacious conference room, only Sun Wen was left alone.

At this moment, Sun Wen seemed to have taken off some kind of disguise, his whole body lost strength, and he sat on the sofa weakly, and the smile on his face gradually began to become bitter.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's hard to actively trust someone, and one of the few people in the world you can trust today... Took you for a ride. ”

"Perhaps..."

Sun Wen was a little distracted, and he didn't continue to speak, but his eyes became more and more ruddy, and finally slowly closed his eyes, allowing a tear to slip from the corner of his eye.

After about half an hour, Sun Wencai took a deep breath, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep, and the whole person also recovered the temperament of the boss.

"Convene all shareholders of the group and hold a meeting!"

"In the next year, I demand, at all costs, to annex all the large enterprises of the Terrans!"

"It's all !!"

"If there is resistance, I will use my capacity as the Financial Secretary to suppress it."

Sun Wen took out his mobile phone, found a string of numbers and called!

As his voice fell, golden light in the air, which was difficult to see with the naked eye, was constantly surging into his body.

The energy in his body is increasing every minute and every second!

The only thing that is not clear...

It is in this year's time that Sun Wen's reputation will be so bad!

The people can still make their voices heard in the forum, and these powerful bosses are angry, and the impact of public opinion can be described as a tsunami!

……

"Actually, I just lied."

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, stopped at the door of the headquarters of the Golden Ingot Group, suddenly looked at Confucius, and spoke.

It's just that Confucian doesn't seem to care about everything about Yu Mo, and just nodded perfunctorily.

Fortunately, Yu Mo had already become accustomed to the attitude of Confucianism, his eyes were a little dull, and he whispered to himself: "I said before..."

"As long as you don't want to, no one in the Terrans will force you to die..."

"Hehe..."

"But I've forced too many people to die."

"Some of them are in the ground, some of them can't even be found, and some... On the way to death. ”

"Even just now, what I said was tantamount to forcing Sun Wen to die."

"I'm the one... Truly disgusting. ”

"Even when I think back on it sometimes, I think... Nauseating. ”

"You say... I'm damn it. ”

Yu Mo smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at Confucius.

Perhaps, in the entire human race, only Confucian Sheng, a completely brainless guy, is suitable as his target for confiding.

Some things, accumulated in the bottom of the heart for too long, will make you sick.

"It's okay, you're dead, I'll bring you back to life."

"As long as I meditate seriously."

Confucian said solemnly.

"Hehe..."

"Sometimes, I really envy you, live carefree, until one day, suddenly die."

"But at least for a second before you die, you're happy."

Yu Mo's smile became more and more bitter, and he sighed lightly.

Confucian Sheng was a little puzzled: "I won't die, it's a big deal that I can meditate on myself again." ”

"Then let me ask you a question."

"If you can't die, why are you afraid when you're in danger?"

"When you face that strong man in Sin City, you will hide."

"Anyway, you won't die, what are you afraid of?"

Yu Mo shook his head with a smile and asked rhetorically.

Confucian was stunned, stood in place, and thought seriously about this question.