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Before dinner, Mou Tianbo, who was still working with a large group of shareholders and subordinates in the conference room, received a frustrated return from his confidant.

After carefully asking the dispute process, the confidant who took the initiative to take the matter back also recounted the few words that Buck emphasized and presented the phone number. If it were the past, Mou Tianbo might have thought about what these two sentences mean. His current thinking is still focusing on the international financial market and whether Shidwick's overseas venture capital can be in place. This is related to whether his plan to sell the shell can be finally successful.

So I looked at my confidant who had been following me for many years: "I asked you to teach others a lesson, but they all came back one by one. I said that I received so much salary every year to support these people, and I was beaten like this by an unemployed vagrant? Do you still have to humble me and tell this kid that I can't chase my daughter? What should I do and I have to teach me?...I just need the result!"

Mou Tianbo's skill in controlling his inferiors was very skilled. He was careless in front, but his tone was stern but not hysterical. He heard that his old confidant was sweating profusely, and he nodded and bowed his waist in a stack of noises. He didn't dare to say anything. He just saw Mou Tianbo dusting his hands and then quickly withdrew.

Even if the boss had a little bit of inexplicable knot in his heart, he would leave it behind after returning to the conference room and seeing a series of data sent by Shidwick on the screen.

So he missed the peace talks that Buck deliberately left and did not make that phone call.

Some shareholders and a considerable number of subordinates had almost a sleepless night, because not only did they want to discuss the domestic stock market trend after the restructuring announcement of Chuanjiang Pharmaceutical and the reaction of investors, they also had to pay attention to the evaluation of venture capital companies across the ocean. However, Mou Tianbo went home with a strong general style and slept peacefully.

I changed into sportswear early in the morning and got up to run as usual. I didn't feel anything in the cloakroom. I opened the bedroom door and came out. Just this step, I seemed to be tripped by something on my ankle. Mou Tianbo, who was not very good at physical coordination, reacted faster than under my feet: "What happened..."

Among middle-aged people, the body, which is considered to be relatively fat, can no longer control its upturn, but before falling to the parquet carpet on the stone floor, Mou Tianbo heard a crisp gunshot!

The gunshot that surprised him inexplicably. Because his body rolled, he subconsciously looked down and saw that a piece of blue smoke rose from behind a Victorian-style floor-to-ceiling vase that was often placed on the left side of the bedroom door. Then, a piece of glass exploded on the glass window at the corner of the building where he was about to go out and turn left, and the debris fell all over the floor loudly!

Feeling the tough thin lines of the ankles, the pain of the body being beaten was as if she was not aware of it. Just a scream, Zhou Linfei jumped out of the bedroom with her hair messy jumping out of the bedroom, and stretched out her hand nervously: "What happened? What happened? Lao Jiang! Xiao Li! Aunt Liu..."

The one who called out was his daughter. Mou Chenfei poked her head out of the upper floor with a confused look on her face, and she was still in a nightgown: "Dad... why are you lying on the ground?"

Mou Tianbo's whole body was motionless because his hands and feet muscles were trembling!

Following the sound of the glass explosion, he turned around and looked at the huge European-style parquet glass wall in the corner of the building. Next to the explosion, there was a piece of white paper, which casually wrote "The repair fee is 7,623 yuan" in black and white paper!

Zhou Linfei's eyes were on her husband, and Mou Chenfei upstairs couldn't see the glass over there. Only Mou Tianbo's whole body seemed to fall into an ice cave. He had a car accident a few years ago. At that time, only fear was left, but he was not as creepy as he is now!

At this time, he finally remembered the reason why he felt it was a desperate person who killed seven people as if nothing had happened, and sat in front of him with a smile and ate broad beans and drinks tea!

Zhou Linfei finally saw the abrupt copy paper following his eyes, and then screamed and covered her mouth, subconsciously trying to hide back to the bedroom, but at least I still remember reaching out to drag her husband, and I felt his body trembling involuntarily. At this time, the woman might have different brain structures. She screamed and continued to shout the names just now, and there were already chaotic footsteps below. Then two men in shirts and home clothes rushed up the corner of the stairs. They were the driver and chef who lived downstairs at home!

Mou Chenfei also ran down from the upstairs quickly and almost fell down, but when he heard Mou Tianbo's voice irritated and angry: "Dog god...you, you...go down..." The increased volume could not hide the fear in his voice. Then Mou Chenfei saw that his father, who had always been high and calm, sat up with disheveled hair and waved hard: "Go down! Go down..."

The two subordinates were at a loss, and they covered the direction Zhou Linfei pointed to see the blank paper even more stunned. The boss's wife just shouted: "Call the police..."

Mou Tianbo had already forced himself to stand up: "Don't move..." He took a lot of breath, and pointed his fingertips downstairs shaking uncontrollably: "Last night... Last night, who was on duty? Xiao Li? Old Chen, go see Lao Jiang and Xiao Li... Don't call the police." His other hand grabbed the decorative niche against the wall on his right hand, and overturned it. The flowerpot on it fell to the ground with a bang, jumping around on the thick carpet, not breaking!

The two subordinates immediately turned their heads down, and Mou Chenfei stood on the last step, watching all this with wide eyes.

Mou Tianbo felt that his calves had become swelled. He took a few deep breaths before he stepped over and looked behind the large vase near the building on the left side of the bedroom door.

In the gap covered by the vase, a black thing was stuck in the middle, and then a thin iron wire was hung on it. It was pulled horizontally from about ten centimeters from the ground and fixed to the other side of the door. There was no cover here. You could see it at a glance that it was screwed firmly at the foot of the door frame, and it was stuck at the height of the skirting line. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't see it. This is the culprit who tripped over.

He reached out to move the vase, but he was powerless and had no strength in his hands. He could only hold on to the carved railing and shouted to the bottom: "Old Chen...Old Chen..." The driver ran up again: "Lao Jiang and Xiao Li found it, and were tied in the garage with their mouths!"

Mou Tianbo stretched out his fingers with a large vase powerlessly. The driver ran up and waved his hand to ask the boss lady who covered his mouth to hide in. Then he carefully moved the large vase on the ground little by little. It was not that he couldn't move it, but that he was afraid of something behind him. Then several people looked at the little bit behind him, of course, it was the "gun" transformed with a nailing machine and a steel pipe!

In less than an hour, six or seven people had stood inside the building, looking at the simple things on the boss's desk in his study, a few iron wires, a mud gun, and the white paper. Everyone looked at each other, watching Mou Tianbo sitting on the European carved boss' chair with his back to them, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Looking out the sunny city scenery outside the cliff outside the window, it is in sharp contrast with the depressing atmosphere in the study.

Everyone was waiting for the boss to speak in a daze!
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