Chapter 587

Uncle Quan had some doubts. He didn't know what medicine was sold in Mo Han's gourd. However, when he had said that, he had to stiffen his old face full of wrinkles and said, "that's natural. If Miss Mu really has the ability to lead the Mohist group forward steadily, of course we will not have any opinions."

The voice dropped, the eyes meaningful looking at Mu Qingqing, and added, "it's just that Miss mu can handle it!"

Mu Qingqing coldly looked at the cunning face of Quan Shu. She felt disgusted. She couldn't even imagine how Mo Liancheng got to the present step by step in such an environment. After the death of Mo Liancheng's father, she had such a status under the leadership of Mo Liancheng Those old ministers who followed him were naturally not satisfied with being controlled by a young man, so they were always awkward and always put on the airs of an elder.

However, later, Mo Liancheng decided to take no account of the face of the older generation, and dealt with many people who helped and set up faction in the company and refused to accept it. For a long time, although many of the old ministers were still stumbling in their hearts, they all closed their mouths.

At present, Mo Liancheng is still in a daze, and the restlessness that has been silent for a long time has risen to the top again. He would like to tear Mu Qingqing out of the chair.

"Well, that's easy to say!" Mo Han smiles and orders the Secretary standing on one side to play a video.

In the video, the presidents of several major cooperative companies who nearly lost their jobs recently are sitting in a senior club, expressing their confidence to the camera that they will accompany the Mohist group to tide over the difficulties. Their attitude is almost 180 degrees different from that when Zhong Lin came to see him yesterday. They are all smiling and kind-hearted.

"This..." Zhong Lin was eager to speak, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

After the video ended, Mo Han took several files from his secretary and threw them on the conference table. "Here are the dead contracts signed by those cooperative companies. Based on the unconditional renewal of the contract with Mohist group for five years, they are willing to reduce the cost by 20% to support the Mohist group!"

Mo Han looked at the right uncle and asked coldly, "don't you know the result? Are you satisfied?"

Uncle Quan's eyes dodged. He didn't answer Mo Han's question, but his bullying momentum just dissipated.

Just when everyone was quiet and not talking, a shareholder in the back row stood up, sliding the mobile phone screen, and raised his voice in a half surprised and half happy voice. "The latest news said that the workers' representatives were willing to start work immediately when they were interviewed by the media. As for other disputes, they were willing to contact the head of the Mohist group Sit down and have a peaceful talk. The outsourcing company also said that it was willing to make concessions and adjust the working hours and salaries of the workers

Originally unknown small shareholders holding mobile phones, smile Ying Ying Ying said, but in the face of a pair of cold eyes of Uncle Quan, he closed his mouth and sat back to his position.

Mo Han smile, but still voice cold Sen Sen said, "I want to ask the shareholders present, now this matter is not considered to have been solved?"

The crowd bowed their heads and remained silent for a long time.

Uncle Quan can be regarded as a veteran of current affairs. Seeing that he is not profitable at all, he immediately changed his face and attitude. He stood up and said with a trace of flattery, "Miss Mo is really powerful. She has solved such a difficult problem in such a short time. I really want to learn from you. What force do you use to be so smooth It's good... "

Mo Han's face was expressionless, and seemed lazy to waste words with people like Uncle Quan. He responded coldly, "it has nothing to do with you!"

"You..." Uncle Quan choked with Mo Han's words, even "ah..." Mo Han sneered and said faintly, "I hope you can have a long memory in the future. If there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense. Adults should be responsible for their own behavior and speech."

Mo Han patted Mu Qingqing on the shoulder, drew closer, lowered the voice line and said, "unless you can kill yourself, don't waste bullets. It's noisy."

"What's more, since you are in this seat, don't try to get down easily. You can do what I want you to do. Only in this way can we keep the Mohist group."

"How can I believe you? If you want me to be your puppet, you can take over the company by yourself. Why bother?" Mu Qingqing's heart is very unhappy, some stubborn said.

"If you don't believe me, you'd better give the chair to Uncle Quan. At least you can leave it clean. You can do whatever you want." The ink cold brushed Mu Qingqing's shoulders and stepped on the high-heeled shoes, and the cold perfume was smugly on Mu Qingqing's face, which made her feel a little breathless.

No one knows what Mo Han really wants to do, but mu Qingqing does not dare to let go. Now the only hope is that Mo Liancheng will wake up soon. The mountain of Mo's group is so oppressive that it almost collapses.

However, besides Mo Han, what bothers Mu Qingqing is Jin Shixun, who is still staring at Mo Shi