But Song Junwei on the other side is different. If all the shareholders present have been won over by Mo Ran,
How could he then become the heir of the Song family?
"Mr. Mo, we're all in the same boat making a living, why make things so awkward between us!"
"Making a scene like this will ultimately do no good for anyone, and it might even allow others to reap the benefits!"
"Someone as smart as Mr. Mo would never let someone else get something for nothing!"
After Song Junwei finished speaking, Mo Ran immediately clapped her hands and said,
"You're right, we're all just trying to make a living in the same place,"
"But you should take a look at your father's clothes before you say that!"
Upon hearing Mo Ran's words, Song Junwei glanced at his father, Song Changhe.
He was dressed in a well-tailored, high-end Tang suit, and carried a valuable cane made of small-leaf sandalwood.
I can't see anything wrong with it no matter how I look at it...
Mo Ran stared at Song Junwei, speechless for a long time, before finally speaking softly.
"Wearing a Tang suit and a Chinese cane, he looks like a Chinese person, but he never lets go of a foreign cigar!"
"On their own land, they bully their fellow countrymen in the name of foreigners, while striving to prove their loyalty to their masters!"
"Even if your father tries his best to integrate into the foreigners' circle, he himself doesn't realize that he's just a dog kept by the foreigners."
"The result is that he's neither entirely Western nor entirely Chinese; he's like a hybrid of Chinese and foreign cultures."
As Mo Ran spoke, she saw that Song Changhe's old face was now filled with anger, and he was only a spark away from exploding.
Upon seeing this, Mo Ran simply smiled faintly again and continued,
"People like your father have a very fitting name here... bastard!!"
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