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Chapter 579 Spoils Sharing Conference

Mr. Ye's chest felt swollen.

Listen.

You all listen.

What the hell is this?

Are you still shameless?

Is it easy for you to find a wife?

You really want to bring all of them, whether I know my mother or not, to make me angry.

"Where are you looking?"

Mr. Ye raised his eyebrows and said sternly:

"You bastard, don't look at other people. Sister Yan, if you help him today, I'll take care of you too."

Su Mu immediately smiled:

"Honey, don't be angry. Being angry makes you old."

Ye Wanqiu was extremely angry:

"You say I'm old?"

"Hehe, never old!"

He shook his head and walked towards the house with his legs up. The corner of his eye was always focused on Mr. Ye.

This woman's Nine-yin White Bone Claw has reached its highest level, so we have to guard against it.

This face, currently, cannot bear the consequences of being scratched.

As expected, Mr. Ye would not let him in.

But Su Mu was heartbroken.

You said in your heart that if you don't apply for three days, do you really think I can't cure you?

You have the Nine-yin White Bone Claw, don’t I have the Dragon Claw Hand?

I'll catch it!

His feet swayed and his hands moved in unpredictable ways.

Mr. Ye, who was originally standing upright, turned into a side hug in the blink of an eye.

Su Mu directly put Mr. Ye on his shoulders and shouted:

"Professor, close the door."

Mr. Ye is really going to explode.

I just felt like it was cloudy and foggy for a while.

When she woke up, she sadly discovered that she had become a naked lamb.

"You, you, you...!"

"You dirty bastard!"

"Let me go and get out of here!"

"Oh, where are you touching?"

Sure enough, there is nothing that cannot be solved with one shot. If there is, then another shot will be used.

After the continuous bombardment, it is the time of the wise.

Mr. Ye was paralyzed on the bed, his face was red, his big moist eyes were staring, and he was spitting fire.

This animal.

There are some things you can't think about.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Finally, Mr. Ye said with great indifference:

"You'd better move out."

Su Mu was stunned, grinned at her, showing his big white teeth, jumped up from the bed, picked up his clothes furtively, and was about to go upstairs.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Mr. Ye shouted from behind through gritted teeth:

"stop!"

Su Mu turned around with a smile:

"Boss, do you have any other instructions?"

Mr. Ye sneered:

"How much did you win?"

Su Mu laughed and blinked at her a few times:

"Don't worry, your dividend will be paid soon."

After saying that, he walked away carelessly, still muttering:

"You gold-worshipping ladies are eyeing my money."

When Mr. Ye heard these words, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and forcefully control the will-o'-the-wisp in his heart.

Although she didn't know exactly what Su Mu did on this trip, based on her understanding of Su Mu, plus the insinuations and the intelligence obtained from Mo Zongheng, as well as Bai Zihua and the others, after analysis, she found that Su Mu had

I made a lot of money during the trip.

No matter what, this money must be controlled by you no matter what.

Men become bad when they have money.

I don’t have the money to see how he pulls off those little bitches.

Returning to his kennel on the third floor, Su Mu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

A son does not despise his mother's ugliness, a dog does not despise the family's poverty, and a den of gold and silver is not as good as his own kennel.

Although the place is smaller, it is still a servant's room, but the family has thousands of mansions, and the sleeping space only needs three feet wide.

All you need is an atmosphere.

Warm.

After rinsing off and putting on a cheap three-piece denim T-shirt, Su Mu went down to the living room.

Professor Ning was curled up on the sofa reading a fashion magazine. His face was rosy and he pretended to be calm, but his eyes were a little wandering.

Su Mu walked over directly, hugged her hard and took a bite:

"It's not a good habit to listen to the corner."

Professor Ning blushed and covered his chest, and whispered:

"Bah, no, actually...Wanqiu...isn't that angry. She loves you too much."

Su Mu chuckled:

"Professor, stop pretending, I still know you. I heard that you have been working as a dog-headed military advisor for Mr. Ye, right?"

Professor Ning snorted, rolled his eyes deeply, looked at Su Mu and said:

"That woman from the Yu family is a little too much. She just came to provoke us on purpose. Are we still allowed to fight back?"

Su Mu leaned close to Ning Yan's ear and blew gently:

"Professor, don't be jealous. Wait for me to climb through your window at night. Prepare balloons and a few more."

Professor Ning was so ashamed that he rushed towards him with his teeth and claws bared:

"You...go to hell!"

Su Mu played with Professor Ning for a while and wiped out a lot of oil, which made Professor Ning distracted. Then he stood up and shook his head with a smile:

"I'm leaving. I'll try to come back early tonight."

He turned to the door, picked out the key to a Mercedes-Benz G from a bunch of car keys at the door, and went out.

Mr. Ye's red Mercedes-Benz G65 has never been driven again since it was repaired.

Su Mu stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the headquarters of the Dongyang Special Economic Zone Construction Committee.

Since he was in such a hurry, he naturally wanted to hold a meeting for all employees to share the spoils.

He is not active in distributing money and has ideological problems.

Therefore, it is better to be positive, it is easy to stimulate emotions and unite your subordinates.

In Mo Zongheng's office, everyone who should come is here, and those who can't come are all connected online.

On the Dongyang side, Mo Zongheng, Chen Sixen, Chu Nan, Zhao Muting, Bai Zihua, Qin Peiyang, Mo Han, plus Jia Qiwen, Yu Bin.

The line is divided into two sides, one side is in Switzerland, the private hospital of the Habsburg family, where Isa, Ye Xiao, the fallen angel Lucifer are lying on the hospital bed, and Kafka.

On the other side, there is only one person, Hyde of the Illuminati.

The rest, such as Du Ziteng, Jiang Wangshu and others, did not participate in the division of the spoils this time.

After all, they were not involved in Su Mu's previous plan.

Yu Bin and Jia Qiwen actually didn't participate, but Su Mu decided to bring them along.

Sitting on Mo Zongheng's exclusive executive chair, Su Mu coughed lightly and glanced at everyone's faces with a smile.

In Dongyang, these are basically the only people he can call people around him.

Mo Zongheng and Chen Sixen sat together, Chu Nan and Bai Zihua sat closest to each other, and Yu Bin and Jia Qiwen were the most polite.

On the screen, Hyde, Kafka, and Lucifer had respectful expressions, but Ye Xiao had his legs crossed carelessly, holding the electromagnetic rail gun that Su Mu gave him in his hand, stroking the treasure extremely.

Su Mu smiled like a good-luck boy:

"Are you all familiar with it? Isa, let's get started!"

Immediately, Isa on the screen told Su Mu the bet shares that had been allocated to Mo Zongheng and others this time, and then turned around to the computer in front of her.

The screen line is the back-end transfer interface with the highest authority of UBS.

The bank belongs to Isa's family, so she naturally has the highest authority.

"Mr. Hyde's side has a total of one trillion U.S. dollars, and Brother Su Mu's side has a total of 200 billion U.S. dollars. This is the income from normal bets."

As Isa spoke, accounts began to flash one by one on the computer screen.

Enter a series of numbers.

Immediately, Mo Zongheng and others' mobile phones vibrated.

Mo Zongheng, with capital and interest, has 40 billion US dollars.

Chen Sixen invested 50 billion in selling iron and got 100 billion US dollars.

Chu Nan is even more miserable. He can't afford more capital, eight billion US dollars, so he can't wait to donate sperm.

Fortunately, in just a few months, it has reached 16 billion US dollars.

Bai Zihua, Zhao Muting, Qin Peiyang, Mo Han, and the four young masters of Dongyang each pooled together three billion US dollars and received six billion.

As a series of numbers came out from Isa's mouth, the expressions of the people present became quite exciting.

This unlucky guy got rich.


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