Too many sharp problems hit me. I looked up and said to the camera, "Angel Hotel will be responsible for this employee. We will publish the causes and consequences later, fair and notarized, so that all people in the society can know."

"Miss Mo, is your father Mo Yang?"

"Yes."

"Miss Mo, your father was a embezzler who caused a sensation in Beijing and China. Did your father leave you the money for a young girl to open this hotel?"

These things about digging wounds are so sharp here. Dig out my past and bask in the sun.

The people in the hotel looked at me and were surprised.

I think what I have to face is really not a small crisis.

"Miss Mo, we saw some newspapers and magazines before. It said that you were contracted by your son Ji Xiaobei and Lin Xia in the capital, so your fiance Qiao Dongcheng hasn't married you, has he?"

I looked at her coldly: "this has nothing to do with the hotel."

"Did your father leave you the money for the hotel, or did you provide for it?"

"Does Miss Mo want to be a strong woman so that she can marry into a rich family?"

I took a deep breath and said coldly, "in short, we will publish the event to the media about the death of Angel Hotel employees later, but we will not respond to anything unrelated to this event. I also want to advise you that although the media has the right to publish the truth and events, please also respect the morality of others."

No more words, turn around and go in. Today's news must be bad.

If I find someone to suppress these things, the media will not release them, but how can they despise me and become more and more ugly.

Power pressure is not a way. Today is an era of well-developed news. There are thousands of ways to spread it, and it is not good to spread it.

I knead my painful head. I want to do a good job. Is it so difficult?

Even if I don't show up today, they still have a way to dig out all my foundation. How important is a person's innocence? Even I'm a little confused. If I'm not innocent, I can deny a person's pay. Is there a person's past and future?

When I feel bad, I want to call Ji Xiaobei and listen to his voice. I will be more comfortable.

But when I miss him most, his cell phone is always unanswered.

Xiao Bei, are you busy? When you see my phone, can you call me back immediately.

In the afternoon, I went to the hospital and asked the doctor to call Li Yue's wife in for me.

"I'm moqianxun, the person in charge of the hotel." I told her directly.

Her eyes were red and swollen and she nodded.

"I'm also very sorry and sad, but there's no way. The dead are still sent to cremation. The folk custom is to live in peace. The people of the insurance company have also talked to you. The hotel will compensate you a large amount of money accordingly."

"Well, I've talked about it. I also want him to settle down early. My six uncles and they..." she was a little embarrassed.

"I believe the public security department also told you about this. Alas, don't be sad. You still have a daughter to support. Li Yue's salary is 3000 yuan a month, and I'll give you 500000, but everything you do in the future has nothing to do with our hotel."

She also nodded with tears. Even if Li Yue didn't eat or drink, she would make money in more than ten years.

"I will put it in your daughter's account. The bank will give you a small sum of money every month for her study and your life. When she grows up, all the rest can be at her disposal."

"Thank you, Miss Mo."

After talking for a while, she really didn't have any ideas. Alas, if the money fell to her relatives, how long could she rely on it.

I called back and asked the administration department to draw up a contract. The two sides signed it. It's better to do it early.

I also went out for dinner, and then came back. The personnel department was already in the hospital with the contract. The two sides were very stiff.

"What's the matter?"

"Miss Mo, they are now talking back and refuse to sign the contract."

These corrections also gave the public security department a headache: "Miss Mo, we don't care what method you use, you coordinate yourself in private, and don't make trouble in the public place of the hospital."

It was really lively. Those uncles sat on the ground, shouting and crying, carrying Li Yue's body and crying endlessly.

CEN Fei said firmly, "we miss Mo are also kind people. We are willing to give you so much money. Li Yue's original contract was not signed by our Angel Hotel. If we make a hard snack, we won't spend a penny for him, and this time's work is his carelessness. Can you afford the blow to our hotel?"

"Kill for life, kill for life."

The car was shouting and making noise.

I called Cen to fly over and lowered my voice: "why did they change their mind again?"

"I don't know. It was OK at the beginning, but it changed later. The nurse quietly told me that they read the newspaper about where, and others paid more than one million, so they refused to sign. Li Yue's wife has no idea. They can believe what they say."

"This matter can't go on like this. It's a headache. It really damages the reputation of the hotel. Cen Fei, you find the relevant department, ask them to give a claim, and ask Li Yue's wife to go to the public security department to sign, so as not to say that we bully her women and take advantage of her."

"Yes, but the public security bureau is not the Qingshui Yamen."

"I'll give you how much I want from my account. There should be tobacco and wine in the hotel. I'll put a few tables in the Angel Hotel. I hope this matter will be settled tomorrow."

"Well, I'm calling to have a look. The media are guarding the door of the hospital again. Miss Mo, go back first."

"OK, let's go back together."

He protected me out of the heavy siege of the media. It's no small matter to die alone, but it really makes me very tired.

Back to the hotel, it's still like that, like I don't give up until I'm finished.

I went back to my room, took off my high heels and took a sip of water. I turned on the TV and watched the interview in the morning. It was so fast that I didn't give me a chance to breathe. I was afraid I would find someone to press it down.

The sea taro is still quietly open, and the faint fragrance can't open my full of depression and pain.

The media stripped me of my life experience and everything. I'm not afraid. You peel it. Just stab this invisible knife into my heart. As long as Ji Xiaobei believes in me, I can be very brave.