Reborn Villain's Creed

Xiao Lancheng agreed immediately, then said, "At this juncture, Ma probably won't respond."

"Whether he can get out depends on whether the higher-ups want him out." Mo Wan said, "Have Gao Shan quickly get the authoritative media to bring all the relevant departments into this."

Xiao Lancheng said, "Tonight's banquet, only a few small staff members of those authoritative media came. It may take some time to meet their senior management."

Mo Wan frowned when he heard this. "How much did I spend on the money I gave you?"

Xiao Lancheng hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "Half."

Mo Wan growled, "You have one day to spend the rest!"

She has known one thing since she was a child, that is, there is nothing that money cannot buy.

Because no matter how unreasonable or illegal her requests are, Dad will make them reasonable and satisfy all three parties.

So, the reason they can’t meet those senior executives now can only be that they don’t spend enough money.

Ten thousand is enough for a junior employee to sell information, one hundred thousand can make a middle-level manager tempted, and one million can definitely treat the senior management to a meal.

If one million isn't enough, then two million, five million!

As long as the money is there, there are plenty of people who would do anything, not only have a five-star meal with the upstarts, but even eat at a roadside stall with beggars.

Xiao Lancheng heard her roar and said in surprise: "One, one day?"

He has never spent so much money!

He originally thought he had spent enough, but he didn't expect the boss to think it was not enough!

Mo Wan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't come to me if you can't spend it all!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Xiao Lancheng looked at the hung up phone and turned to look at the person on the sofa with a confused look on his face.

The man on the sofa was wearing an expensive suit and drinking fine red wine.

He noticed Xiao Lancheng's gaze and asked, "What did the young master say?"

Xiao Lancheng looked at Gao Shan, who really thought he was a rich second-generation, and said speechlessly: "The boss thinks we spend money too slowly."

Gao Shan raised an eyebrow. "She said that?"

Xiao Lancheng repeated, "The young master told us to spend all the remaining money by tomorrow, and not to come to her if we can't spend it all."

As he spoke, he muttered to himself, "This is the first time I've met a boss like this."

Gao Shan said, "I don't see it often either."

Xiao Lancheng was a little anxious and worried. "How can I spend so much money?"

Gao Shan is the complete opposite of him.

He sipped his wine carefully and raised his glass to him. "It's easy."

Gao Shan stood up and walked towards Xiao Lancheng, saying, "Do you still have the contact information for those three top media employees today?"

Xiao Lancheng nodded. "Yes, I left my name tags on them."

Gao Shan said, "I called them and told them to come to the presidential suite here at 8:00 tomorrow morning. I told them that not only can they get an exclusive interview with me, but I also guarantee that they will get the front page headlines the day after tomorrow."

Xiao Lancheng then asked: "And then?"

Gao Shan said, "Then, give them each 100,000 yuan and, claiming the news is too important, ask them to invite the company's top executives out for dinner."

Xiao Lancheng was puzzled: "But what big news do we have?"

Gao Shan looked at him and smiled. "This is breaking news, only the president can hear it."

Xiao Lancheng didn't understand.

Gao Shan looked at the nerd who was frowning and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Then he thought about how the little he had learned in school could finally be put to good use. He kindly told him, "The breaking news is that there is no news."

Xiao Lancheng looked at him speechlessly.

Gao Shan swirled his wine glass and leaned against his desk. "In the financial world, especially some of the top bosses, they all like to use fake news to make real money. Just like the stock market, a piece of good news can cause a huge rise, and then the person who created the good news sells at the peak, making a killing."

Xiao Lancheng asked: "What does this have to do with your big news?"

Gao Shan said: "My big news is fake, but the money spent is real money. If one of these two things is true, then this thing is true."

He wants to meet the heads of three authoritative media outlets through this bombshell fake news.

Then, let’s talk about cooperation.

In this case, are you still worried about not being able to spend the boss’s money?

It's not him.

He is not good at making money, but he is good at spending money.

Gao Shan said to Xiao Lancheng, who was still confused, "Put your logic aside for now and do what I say."

Xiao Lancheng looked confident and elegant, just like a nobleman. He looked for a business card and said, "If you have this ability, why do you become a killer?"

Gao Shan clinked his red wine glass on the table and asked him, "If you have such ability, why do you still become a hacker?"

There were two of them, one weighing half a catty and the other eight ounces.

Xiao Lancheng glanced at Gao Shan, found out the business cards, and called them one by one.

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Perhaps because he was in a familiar place, Mo Wan slept very well.

She slept soundly, a sleep she had never felt before.

But when she woke up and saw the room decorated according to her preferences, she felt extremely empty.

It’s like having a gorgeous dream. When you wake up, everything is real and everything is fake.

As Mo Wan was staring at the photo of herself and her father on the bedside table, her cell phone vibrated.

Mo Wan looked at the lit screen of his phone and came back to reality from his chaotic thoughts.

The text message was sent by her bodyguard, and it only contained three short words: the old place.

old place.

When Mo Wan saw this, he got up immediately.

When she went downstairs.

Zhong Guohui was about to go up and call her.

He saw the girl getting up and asked with concern: "Master, did you sleep well last night?"

Mo Wan didn't answer and walked past him to the hall.

Zhong Guohui thought her indifference might be due to the traumatic experience, so he said with concern: "I wanted you to sleep a little longer. The soup is not ready yet, you have to wait two minutes before you can drink it."

Zhong Guohui gestured to the food on the table. "First, have a glass of milk and something to eat."

Under his guidance, Mo Wan sat at the dining table and had breakfast.

She followed every step as instructed, but she felt numb, as if she had lost her soul.

or.

It is a silent resistance.

Zhong Guohui noticed something unusual, but he didn't know exactly why she was unhappy.

He looked at the girl eating breakfast, hesitated for a moment, and went to the kitchen to get some soup. "Master, there aren't many markets nearby, and the ingredients are pretty ordinary. This soup might not taste good, so just bear with it."

The soup is pig heart stewed with lotus seeds and some unknown medicinal herbs. It looks delicious, but it is far from the food that the young master of Hongmen used to eat.

Mo Wan looked at the steaming soup and didn't let him sit this time.

She stirred it slowly with a spoon, and after a while she said, "Uncle Zhong, don't you have anything to say?"

A low, cold and indifferent voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Zhong Guohui was a little surprised to hear her words, but it was also expected.

However, even though it was expected, even though she had decided to revive the family business, he still didn't want her to know too much.

What happened has already happened and has passed. Even if she knew about it now, it would only add to her troubles.

Seeing he remained silent, Mo Wan put down her spoon and looked at him. "Father used to say I was young and ignorant, so he didn't tell me anything. Now that I'm grown up, you still won't tell me. Do I have to wait until you die so that my enemies can tell me the so-called truth?"

Zhong Guohui looked at the angry girl and said soothingly, "Master, whether you want to deal with the Ma family or become an arms dealer, I support you. Let's move forward, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Wan overturned the soup on the table, broke the bowl, and stood up, saying, "Move on? If I move on, I can forget what happened that night when my family was murdered? Or if I move on, my dad will come back? Uncle Zhong, can you be more realistic? I'm no longer the girl who lived in an ivory tower. No matter what you do, you can't give me the same carefree life I once had!"

Rebuke her.

Zhong Guohui said helplessly and indulgently: "The Red Gate is gone, but you are still here, young master."

As long as you are here, everything is meaningful.

As long as she is alive, the Red Gate will still be there.

Countless people will talk about it with relish, and many people will lose sleep at night and have difficulty eating or sleeping.

So, she just needs to live a good life and not always think about those unhappy things.

Mo Wan was very dissatisfied with Zhong Guohui's words.

She glared at him, trying to shoo him away.

This was the first time in her adult life that she had gotten so angry at him.

Zhong Guohui looked at the angry girl and said patiently and soothingly: "Master, I think you know everything you need to know. Otherwise, you wouldn't hate the Ma family so much, and you wouldn't get the money that Master Mo left for you."

She was asking him for confirmation now, which was nothing more than revealing what happened that night two years ago again, and she wanted to hear from him the details of Hongmen and her father's death in more detail.

What good will this do for her?

Make her more sad and upset, make her more angry and hateful?

Zhong Guohui did not want to forgive those people, nor did he want her to let go of her hatred. It was just that she already wanted to grind them to ashes, so there was no need to add fuel to the fire.

Her enemies were no ordinary people, and if she lost her cool thinking, she might end up in danger.

And there is.

He couldn't possibly tell her the truth that Mr. Mo had lost his chance to escape because of saving her.

Mo Wan saw that Zhong Guohui just didn't want to tell her how his father died. He suppressed his extreme displeasure and said, "I know, but telling you or not is two different things."

Zhong Guohui said: "Master, do you know what Master Mo often tells us? He said that time is precious. As long as the person is suitable and loyal enough, he can stay in Hongmen."

At worst, you can still make a living under the Red Gate.

Zhong Guohui said to the girl who had gradually calmed down: "Master, Master Mo doesn't have time to listen to stories, and neither do you."

Yes.

She had no time for stories.

Ke Mingjiao is watching covetously, Ma is planning how to get the property in her hands, and people from other gangs know that the young master of Hongmen is still alive and are also ready to get a piece of the pie.

Ye Haitang was destroyed and most of the guests inside became victims, but that doesn't mean there were no other survivors.

The news that the Young Master of Hongmen was being auctioned off publicly would definitely leak out no matter how well it was suppressed.

Now, all she had to do was get ahead of them and give them no chance to stop her.

Mo Wan frowned as she watched Zhong Guohui bring up his father. "Okay. If you don't want to talk about my dad, what about my mom?"

what?

When Zhong Guohui heard this and looked at her aura, a very bad premonition came to his mind.

Mo Wan took two steps closer to him and looked into his old, bright eyes. "Uncle Zhong, you said that time in the park that you would tell me about my mother when the time was right. I think now is the right time."

Every time she spoke, she took a step forward, and every time she took a step forward, Zhong Guohui couldn't help but take a step back.

Zhong Guohui looked at the defiance in her eyes and her calm yet resounding words, then realized something and steadied his steps, no longer backing down. "Master, what do you want to know?"

Mo Wan stood two steps in front of him and asked directly, "Who is she? What's her name? Is she dead or alive now?"

This……

She had asked these questions to Mr. Mo and him before, but they were all out of curiosity and doubt.

Unlike now, I am determined to get a definite answer.

If she can't get it... No, if she wants to get it, she will definitely get the answer.

Looking at her like this, it seemed that she already knew something, and now she asked him just to confirm it with him.

Zhong Guohui looked at the aggressive girl and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master, I haven't met your mother many times either. I may not be able to answer the questions you just asked."

Mo Wan raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, a sneer curling across his lips. "No answer, huh? I'll find a way!"

She walked out and said, "Uncle Zhong, if you don't tell me, someone will be willing to tell me."

Zhong Guohui glanced at the soup on the ground, then at the girl who was striding forward. Fearing that something might happen to her, he had no choice but to follow her and say, "Master, not many people know about this. Don't let anyone fool you."

Mo Wan was about to retort when he saw the man outside and stopped.

Zhong Guohui chased out and was a little surprised to see the person who appeared here.

They just came to this villa last night. How did they find this place?

Zhong Guohui looked at the soldiers with unfriendly expressions, then at Zhan Chengfeng, who was standing in the front, and said politely, "Mr. Zhan, how did you find this place? It must have been difficult so early in the morning, right?"

Zhan Chengfeng lowered the curtain, looked at the aggressive girl and said, "It wasn't easy. It took me a long time."

Zhong Guohui had no idea why they came, so he said calmly, "Why waste your time? If you're worried about Wanwan, just give her a call." He then said, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? We're just about to eat too, so why not join us?"

A cordial invitation to him.

Zhan Chengfeng did not respond.

Mo Wan didn't express his opinion.

She looked at Zhan Chengfeng, then at Liang Chengjian and Bai Yu standing at the garden gate.

Judging from the current situation.

Zhan Chengfeng came in alone to talk to her.

But if she were to leave, they probably wouldn't be polite.

Mo Wan guessed why they came.

Zhong Guohui was testing their intentions.

Zhan Chengfeng was waiting for her attitude.

The three of them stood in a stalemate at the door.

Finally, Zhan Chengfeng asked, "Master, do you want to have breakfast at home or go out?"

Mo Wan lifted the curtain to look at Zhan Chengfeng who was asking her question. After a moment of silence, she said, "It depends on where Mr. Zhan wants to eat."

It means it doesn't matter where you eat it.

Subaru's words of confidence to her.

Zhan Chengfeng stared at her for half a second, then said to the anxious Zhong Guohui, "Then please, Uncle Zhong, prepare another portion for me."

When Zhong Guohui heard this, he felt a little relieved and respectfully invited him into the house.

Eating breakfast at home seems to be something to discuss.

As long as there is something to talk about, everything is easy to talk about.