Mo Jing sat down on the sofa on the side naturally, waiting quietly without any impatience. Occasionally, she would turn her head to look at the decoration of the office, looking as relaxed as if she were there to have some fun.
More than half an hour later, Su Yongkang slowly raised his head and turned his slightly sore neck.
"Uncle Su, are you done with your work?" Mo Jing's cool voice came through, showing no sign of panic.
Although the five major business tycoons in the southern province are involved in different industries, they still cooperate with each other and often meet at banquets.
Su Yongkang had certainly met Mo Jing before. Given their fathers' 'friendship' and the fact that she and Su Qing were classmates, it was reasonable for him to address her as "Uncle Su."
"Oh, my dear niece, when did you arrive? This secretary is really something, why didn't she remind me?" She said she was blaming the secretary, but there was no hint of blame on her face.
He did it on purpose. He had anticipated that Mo Jing would come looking for him, so he left her there to let her off the hook and deflate her arrogance.
“Yes, Uncle Su’s secretary here is really incompetent. I think Uncle Su needs to hire a new one. Otherwise, if a client comes in, he’ll just sit there for half a day. There’s probably no point in doing business. If that happens, Su’s will go bankrupt sooner or later.” Mo Jing’s tone was clearly sarcastic as she spoke.
Su Yongkang's face, which had been wearing a fake smile, darkened, and the temperature in his eyes dropped a few degrees. He didn't expect Mo Jing to go along with his words and even curse him to shut down the Su family business.
The expression on Mo Jing's face was also something he hadn't expected.
“Uncle Su, everyone knows why I’m sitting here. You don’t think I’m here to beg for mercy, do you?” Mo Jing’s pure black eyes showed no fear.
"You..." Su Yongkang was momentarily at a loss for words. Mo Jing was right; according to his calculations, her company had been driven to the brink of ruin. He had originally planned to wait for her to beg him to spare her life. Then he could use both soft and hard tactics to get Mo Jing to sell him the formula for the Meiwuhen product at a low price.
He had his eye on the powerful scar-removing effect of Meiwuhen, which was the initial reason he targeted Vanilla Collection Company. He wanted to wrest the product manufacturing rights from them, but now things have taken an unexpected turn.
"That would truly disappoint Uncle Su." Mo Jing seemed to have already seen through his thoughts, speaking each word carefully.
Su Yongkang raised an eyebrow and said in a cool voice, "Then what are you doing here today? You didn't come to see me, did you?" Since Mo Jing had already gone too far, he no longer needed to pretend.
"I'd like to invite Uncle to make a bet with me." Mo Jing slightly curled the corners of her mouth, her expression not at all like someone facing the company's bankruptcy, but rather quite relaxed.
Her expression displeased Su Yongkang. Why was she still so confident? The company was in such a tense situation; shouldn't she be worried? Had she sought Mo Xiangtian's help?
Impossible. He's known Mo Xiangtian for decades; how could he not know his temperament?
He probably had no idea about Mo Jing's company, otherwise, given his personality, he would definitely have brought Vanilla Collection under the Mo family's umbrella. But if no one was helping her, where would she get the confidence to sit in front of him and negotiate?
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