As soon as Murong Mian spoke, there was no sound in the conference room for three or two seconds. Everyone looked at the computer as if it was a bomb.
Especially the expressions of Mrs. Jones and Murong Cuiting are classic.
Before coming, Murong Mian suspected that there was something fishy about this extraordinary shareholders' meeting. Is there anything that needs to be hidden from the acting chairman and vice president, but decided unanimously by other shareholders
Don't think too much, it must be related to them, so the most direct question is about their status in the company.
Of course, it would definitely not be a good thing. If it was an appointment, how could it be so sneaky? Then removal would probably be the only thing left.
At this time, there were only a few people who could plot against him, and no one else.
Therefore, before coming, he asked someone to put a computer in the conference room in advance, connect it to the video, and connect it to Murong Zhihong.
No matter what the other party wants to do, as long as he stabilizes Murong Zhihong, he can have a way out.
Otherwise, if he went to the hospital and peeled so many apples that day, was it for nothing
Although Murong Zhihong has been with the company for a long time, his intimidation in the hearts of these shareholders has not diminished. In their eyes, Murong Zhihong is their boss.
It doesn't matter who the biological son is, what matters is whose side the boss is on.
One shareholder asked, "Randy, are you saying the chairman is watching?"
Murong Mian nodded.
Murong Cuiting said that Murong Zhihong knew what they were doing, but Murong Mian didn't believe it at all.
Because Murong Zhihong would never doubt that Murong Mian was his son. His love for Murong Mian was well known, and it was true that Murong Mian had been in a car accident when he was very young, and it was Murong Zhihong who gave his son a blood transfusion.
How could he suspect that this was not his son? Therefore, Murong Cuiting and the others could only be lying.
Mrs. Jones was shocked and pushed Murong Cuiting gently from behind.
So she quickly said: "You... you... tell us, stop scaring us. My brother knows everything I do. Even if he knows, I'm not afraid."
He said this in a loud voice, but his lack of confidence was evident to everyone.
The shareholders present were all cunning, and almost everyone could tell that something was wrong.
When she looked at Murong Cuiting and Mrs. Jones, she had an additional consideration in her mind.
Mrs. Jones had a layer of cold sweat on her palms. She stared at the computer on the table, hoping to see a hole.
She was praying in her heart, God bless, hoping that it was all Murong Mian's bluff, he was really scaring them.
It's a pity... God will not bless people like them with ulterior motives.
Murong Mian walked to the computer and clicked on the video dialog box, "Father, you heard it."
Murong Zhihong's figure appeared on the computer. He was half-reclining on the hospital bed today, with an oxygen tube inserted into his nose. He seemed to be in better spirits than before.
His expression was one of indescribable sadness. He looked at the camera, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
Murong Cuiting turned pale with fright and almost fainted. She didn't expect that her eldest brother, eldest brother... actually heard everything. What should she do now
She turned to look at Mrs. Jones and saw that she was swaying slightly, pursed her lips tightly, and kept looking at the computer, wondering what was going on in her mind.
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