Chapter 242

Mo Liancheng's face sank. He didn't expect that things were still fermenting secretly. Looking at the declining trend chart of the stock market on the tablet computer, his eyebrows suddenly became a layer of ice.

"Who!" A word of cold questioning, Mo Liancheng's voice is low, as if to crush this person with bare hands. I'm really tired of doing small moves behind the Mohist group.

Zhong Lin handed a piece of information to Mo Liancheng and said slowly, "it's been found. It's the last time. Jin Shixun!"

Mo Liancheng almost forgot about this boy. Last time, no media dared to explode the scandal between Mo Liancheng and Su Wanqing, but only one media broke through the storm. If it was not for him, Mu Qingqing would not have misunderstood Mo Liancheng and had not answered his phone for several days.

The focus of the matter is not the contradiction between moliancheng and Mu Qingqing, but his arrogant attitude of deliberately opposing moliancheng and not advancing oil and salt.

"He again?" Mo Liancheng slightly frowned, he looked at Mu Qingqing, carefully helped her tuck in the quilt corner, took the document out of the ward.

On the way back to the company, Mo Liancheng sat in the car and looked at the information about Jin Shixun.

Twenty three years old, graduated from the journalism major of Seoul University in South Korea, and lived in Korea for ten years. He was raised by his parents in Korea and died in an accident. After graduation, he left Korea and returned to Jiangcheng to set up a small media company.

Although he is a newcomer to the press, it has attracted a lot of attention. Just because every time the news is enough to attract attention, the more sensitive it is to the content that other media have scruples about, the more interested he is, the more he is eager to dig the ground.

So far, it's hard to say who is more unlucky.

"I want to meet him and ask him to come to my office." Mo Liancheng put down the document in his hand, and spoke lightly.

Zhong Lin is stunned, this kind of matter Mo Liancheng has always been handed over to the people under him to solve, but this time he has to personally meet a little boy who doesn't know the depth. Although I don't quite understand the intention of Mo Liancheng, Zhong Lin still faintly answered the sentence and didn't speak again.

That afternoon, Jin Shixun came to the Mohist group.

As soon as he entered Mo's office, many girls in the company began to talk about it. There were others waiting in the elevator room near the general manager's office, waiting for a glimpse of the appearance of a super high beauty in the rumors. Generally speaking, it is difficult for people who are used to Molian city to have such a big response to a person's appearance.

Except for Jin Shixun, in addition to his height and stature comparable to that of moliancheng, he had a delicate sculpted face, a short light chestnut brown hair, and an eyebrow slanting into the temples, which was flexible and graceful. A pair of bright big eyes, but not at all angry, is deep and unusual, as if one more look is about to be sucked in.

By the Secretary of the reception desk all the way to the office of Molian City, he gently said thank you, and then walked in.

Mo Liancheng's eyes moved from the document on the table to Jin Shixun's body. The two immortals even looked at each other, and seemed to be full of the momentum of Lingfeng.

"You want me?" Jin Shixun's voice is pure and warm, like the afterglow of the setting sun, which is comfortable. But the tone is extremely indifferent. It seems that he has known Mo Liancheng for a long time. It's not like that Mo Liancheng shrugged his shoulders and looked calm. "You misunderstood me. I just want to see who can stick to his faith in this way. This road is not easy to go, so take care of yourself!"

"Thank you for your concern. I will go on well."

Jin Shixun said word by word, his eyes interlaced as if running through the battlefield of thousands of troops, leaving only the yellow sand and the endless desolation.