"Elder Zhong Don't blame me."
"Yu Mo has no selfish motives."
Yu Mo sat on Wheelchair and bowed slightly to Zhong Yushu, his voice still gentle.
"My personal honor or lack thereof is not important."
"Including the so-called Ink Pavilion Head, I can't stand it at all."
"Only that old guy Sun Yingxiong is willing to do this job."
"But I still need to know your follow-up plans and thoughts."
"After all, I don't want to be used as a gun by you in a daze."
Zhong Yushu soon regained his composure, with a thoughtful tone in his tone, and spoke lightly.
"If you issue an apology statement first, the subsequent work will become easier."
"I know clearly that the reason why these seniors use their achievements to make money is for the families of their teammates who died in battle."
"They did it unintentionally."
"But at the same time, there are many people with ulterior motives who also use this name to imitate in secret, and even the people don't know whether it is true or false."
"And Veterans' Camp's seniors are there first. If we take action directly, it will cause unrest among the people."
"The fastest and most effective thing is for you to stand up first."
Yu Mo explained patiently.
The smile at the corner of Zhong Yushu's mouth slowly faded, and his eyes became calmer. "If we do this, isn't it because you Ink Pavilion don't have enough support for blond hair?"
"After all, we are also wiping Ink Pavilion's butt."
"In the end, we have to bear the reputation of this sinner."
"What do you think..."
"Aren't they aggrieved?"
At this time, Zhong Yushu's voice already had a touch of coldness.
As Officer who stays on Demon-Suppressing Pass all year round, even a slight frown will create a strong sense of oppression.
"You know shit."
"Ink Pavilion..."
"I have long since run out of money."
Sun Yingxiong, who had been sitting silently in the corner, finally spoke.
He just felt weak when he spoke and his voice became much hoarse, "Back then Human Race was in a state of exhaustion and had just returned to stability."
"In order to encourage people's livelihood, Ink Pavilion leaves many profitable industries to the people for self-employment."
"And support them Entrepreneurship."
"There was indeed no problem with this policy at the time. Everyone's hope was quickly rekindled and major work problems were solved."
"But with the development, Ink Pavilion needs money in too many places..."
"Taxes alone are no longer enough."
"Although we also have some profitable businesses, such as the Demon Beast body on Demon-Suppressing Pass, we still cannot make ends meet. The annual pension alone is a huge expense."
"Finance Minister Wang has calculated that if we continue to maintain the current development, Ink Pavilion funds will be completely broken within three years at most."
"But how can such a thing be made public?"
"Creating panic?"
Sun Yingxiong showed a bitter smile, his eyes full of fatigue, and leaned on the chair.
"I know that Veterans' Camp's brothers will feel aggrieved by this matter."
"Including you, after all these years, you still have nothing to do..."
After all, he didn't continue.
Zhong Yushu frowned more and more, and the atmosphere in Meeting Room became more and more depressing. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Is that what I told you?"
"Seriously, how do you solve it?"
"If Yu Mo has started many private enterprises in his own name, although it can be regarded as a new force, it is still not enough."
"Not enough..."
Sun Yingxiong sighed.
Zhong Yushu's eyes fell on Yu Mo again, and his expression became serious. "So, what are you going to do?"
"Now that things have taken an extreme turn..."
"Then..."
"Just make him more extreme."
"Finally detonated."
"Don't worry, this junior will not let Veterans' Camp seniors suffer any injustice."
"As long as you take the first step... that's it."
Yu Mo always has that gentle smile on his face, and the sunlight shines on his face through the window.
But the other half of the face...
But after all, we are in a place where the sun cannot shine, staying in the shadows.
Light and darkness seemed to separate him neatly.
Semi-light, semi-darkness...
"Okay!"
"I believe Old Sun..."
"I believe you too."
"Let's call reporter Press Conference."
Zhong Yushu said suddenly, stood up, opened Meeting Room's door and left in a hurry.
In the room, only Sun Yingxiong and Yu Mo were left, still sitting still.
"This is actually very unfair to you."
Sun Yingxiong raised his head and looked at Yu Mo with complicated eyes.
Yu Mo smiled and shook his head, "When has this world ever been truly fair?"
"What's more..."
"I am a descendant of Yu Yongyan..."
Yu Mo murmured to himself and pushed Wheelchair away.
Sun Yingxiong sat in the empty Meeting Room, and there was a silent lament.
That afternoon.
A live news broadcast Press Conference appears on every TV and mobile phone in every household.
Force play.
Zhong Yushu stood in the center, wearing a simple hemp suit. His body stood straight, he took two steps back and bowed deeply to the camera.
"First of all, I want to say... I'm sorry."
This short sentence caused an uproar.
On the street, passers-by stopped one after another, looking at the old appearance of Zhong Yushu on the screen hanging on the high-rise building, full of confusion.
"I took advantage of my change of authority to privately set up a company at Jiangbei Province to sell CDs."
"Using power for personal gain."
"I'm ashamed of Human Race's trust in me."
"Here, I apologize to everyone again."
"I'm sorry."
Zhong Yushu Bend again and bow.
Old Man, who had never taken a step back in his life, bowed twice in a row in just one minute.
Yu Mo was sitting in his Office, looking at Image on the computer screen in a slightly trance, his eyes always staying on the hands of Image and Zhong Yushu.
His hands... are shaking.
"I am willing to take the initiative to hand over the company to Light Group."
"And reflect deeply."
"Sorry..."
Although I don't know why Yu Mo said that he would hand over the company to Light Group alone, but not Ink Pavilion.
But...
Press Conference ends.
The screen goes black.
The Internet was in an uproar.
There were voices of discussion everywhere.
But most people's subconscious thoughts are... impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
In particular, the Reserve Corps official accounts of Human Race in various cities immediately made comments and raised questions.
Question the irrationality of this.
But Zhong Yushu did not respond again and seemed to have disappeared.
Until half an hour later.
The originally interrupted live broadcast screen lit up again.
But this time the person in Image has been replaced by Yu Mo.
He is still sitting on Wheelchair.
Still with a gentle smile.
Look at the screen in front of you.
"Hello everyone, my name is Light Group Leader, Yu Mo."
"I hereby declare that what Elder Zhong said is true and is the result of Light Group's investigation."
"In addition, Elder Sun is about to break through Ninth Awakening. In the next month, everything about the Ink Pavilion will be temporarily taken care of by Light Group."
"Similar situations are not limited to Elder Zhong. I will investigate to the end."