Ruanruan nodded when she heard this, and did not continue to ask.

After Mu Shaoling sent Lin Wenzheng and Zhou Qing home, he drove to the apartment.

Reporter Zhang was eating the supper prepared for him by the bodyguard. When he saw Mu Shaoling coming in, he immediately stood up, subconsciously sorted out his clothes on his body, and asked, "Mr. Mu, can I go home?"

Mu Shaoling looked gloomy and he said, "You can't go home yet."

"Why can't you? You are illegally imprisoned." Reporter Zhang looked excited when he heard that he could not go home.

Although Mu Shaoling's bodyguard did not do anything to him, he was always imprisoned and he was uncomfortable everywhere.

"You can do the last thing for me." Mu Shaoling stood there with deep eyes.

Reporter Zhang looked up at the person who was one head taller than him and couldn't help but tremble, "What do you want me to do?"

"Reissue a press statement and tell you that you are tempted by interests and slandering our boss." Dong Zijun stood behind Mu Shaoling and said.

He took the recording to make an appraisal in the morning and found that the recording was real and not artificially forged.

"The temptation of interests?" Zhang's reporter widened his eyes in disbelief, "What do you mean is to let me tell you about the fact that your wife uses interests to buy me?"

Mu Shaoling's face darkened.

Reporter Zhang realized that he had said the wrong thing and shivered again, "I know how to do it."

Their meaning is to tell the things they receive about their benefits, give the masses the illusion that they are slandering Mu Shaoling, and at the same time, they cannot expose the things Ruan Bai has done.

"Give him the computer." Mu Shaoling turned around and walked towards the sofa.

Dong Zijun nodded, handed the prepared laptop to reporter Zhang, and said, "You can write quickly, you can go home after you finish writing."

Reporter Zhang dared not speak out, so he had to take the notebook, log in to his account, and start editing the statement.

He had many years of journalism experience and quickly gave the statement to the editor, and then asked Mu Shaoling to read it.

After Mu Shaoling looked at it, he nodded.

Dong Zijun said: "Let's release it."

Reporter Zhang took a few deep breaths and pressed the release button.

As soon as this statement came out, it was equivalent to saying that his career as a journalist was ruined, at least in City A, he could not keep using his own name.

Dong Zijun looked at the forum with his mobile phone, saw reporter Zhang's statement, nodded, and reported: "Boss, it has been sent successfully."

"Let him go." Mu Shaoling ordered.

"You can leave now." Dong Zijun brought the laptop over and turned it off.

Reporter Zhang stood up, thought for a while, but still stood there, without any intention of leaving.

Dong Zijun looked at him without moving and asked, "What else is there?"

Reporter Zhang rubbed his hands, thinking that he had no future, so he simply walked to Mu Shaoling and said, "Mr. Mu, you see, I don't want to get stuck in City A when this statement comes out, I'm not sure about being in City A. I'm now in no way.

Wen, you can give me some money, I want to go back to my hometown to develop.”

Mu Shaoling stood up and walked out the door.

Reporter Zhang watched him leave in shock and immediately followed, "Mr. Mu?"

"Stop chasing." Dong Zijun reached out to block his way.

Reporter Zhang wanted to cross his arm and continue chasing him. Mu Shaoling had already walked out of the door. The bodyguard closed the door and he suddenly felt desperate.

Dong Zijun shook his head and reminded him, "When you did this, you should have thought that Mr. Mu was not so easy to mess with, and now it's useless for you to regret it."

Reporter Zhang sighed, he regretted it, but it was true, and regret was useless.

He looked at Dong Zijun helplessly and asked, "What should I do?"

"Madam didn't give you money?" Dong Zijun said.

"I haven't given it yet..." reporter Zhang sighed, "I'll ask her about this situation now, but she won't give it to her."

"You shouldn't provoke Mr. Mu." Dong Zijun had no intention of pity on his face. Now the statement has been posted, so reporter Zhang can't do anything next.

Even if he was unwilling to do something behind his back, Mu Shaoling was not someone he could mess with at will.

Reporter Zhang immediately fell into despair when he listened to his words.

His biggest mistake was that he shouldn't provoke Mu Shaoling, nor should he be tempted by Ruan Bai. Now, he has no money and no career prospects.

The bodyguard handed his cell phone over and urged: "You can leave quickly before the boss hasn't changed his mind."

Reporter Zhang held his cell phone and walked out of the apartment slowly.

After leaving the community, he stood by the roadside, and the night wind blew over, which was particularly desolate.

Reporter Zhang picked up his mobile phone and opened the forum. In just a few minutes, he was scolded by a group of people on the forum.

Although some people occasionally questioned why he came to clarify the matter so suddenly and doubted whether he was detained by Mu Shaoling, this voice was quickly covered up by scolding.

Reporter Zhang put his phone into his pocket dejectedly. This matter was completely over and he was completely finished.

Mu Shaoling drove back to the old house, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He walked into the living room and the old man had returned to the bedroom to rest. He stood in the center of the living room and looked at the decorations around him.

This house has lived in three generations. The longer the time, the more uneven the people here are, and even his women become strangers.

The butler came over and asked in a low voice: "Master, I have left you some soup in the kitchen. Do you want to drink it now?"

"No need." Mu Shaoling looked at the old housekeeper who had worked in the Mu family for more than ten years. He looked at the changes here, wondering what he would feel?

The butler looked at his deep gaze and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, do you have any worries?"

Mu Shaoling was slightly stunned. The old housekeeper was watching him grow up and showed a little emotion, so the other party noticed it.

"I'm fine, is my wife upstairs?" he asked.

"Yes, the wife is in the bedroom." The housekeeper nodded and added: "Young Master, the wife is a little abnormal today. She went out without breakfast this morning. After she came back, she kept locked herself in the bedroom and did not come out."

"Didn't have supper?" Mu Shaoling frowned slightly.

"No." The butler shook his head.

"Well, I understand." Mu Shaoling walked towards the stairs and went up the second floor.

When he walked to the room in the master bedroom, he knocked on the door.

Ruan Bai's voice came from inside, "What's the matter?"

"It's me." Mu Shaoling said, "Xiaobai, can I come in?"

If he was willing to walk into the bedroom at this time in the past, Ruan Bai would definitely welcome him, but at this moment, she had no strength to connect. Moreover, Abep was able to find himself, which means that the matter had been exposed. Maybe the reporter had been arrested by him.
Chapter completed!