Chapter 467 The finest among villains

Zhang Sirong's life is in the hands of others at this moment, and there is no room for bargaining. He answered without thinking:

"Actuate, as long as you can let me go, I will transfer 30 million to your account tonight."

Money is something outside of your body after all. If you don’t even have life, then what else do you need money? After all, you won’t bring it with you in your life or in your death. Many years later, you will just be a piece of loess with you. The most important thing at the moment is to save your life.

After hearing Zhang Sirong's words, Mo Haoran smiled brightly. Then, he spoke to Zhang Sirong and continued to ask:

"Tianyue Media, such a large company, must have a lot of annual turnover, right?"

Zhang Sirong looked at Mo Haoran with a smile on his face and felt a terrifying feeling. But he didn't know for a moment what was wrong. However, his life was still in the hands of others, and he couldn't to think too much. Soon, he answered:

"Well, there are hundreds of millions of income every year. Last year, there were more than 130 million net income in total."

Zhang Sirong honestly explained everything at this moment. As long as Mo Haoran took some time to check these things, he could know them. Now, there is no need for him to deceive Mo Haoran. If Mo Haoran knew that he had deceived him, he would be exposed and came to him again.

When Mo Haoran heard this number, he couldn't help but suck. Mo Haoran knew that all his current net worth may not necessarily have hundreds of millions of assets. However, Tianyue Media has an income of hundreds of millions of yuan a year. Such a sum of money is still a lot for Mo Haoran at present.

Mo Haoran pretended to say something lightly inadvertently, and then spoke casually and asked:

"Now, you are the only one of the eight shareholders who established you Tianyue Media. How will the shares under their name be distributed?"

Zhang Sirong's brows were now frowning tightly, and he didn't understand what Mo Haoran's question was for such details. However, he didn't dare to be careless. After all, there were a few cold corpses lying in this parking lot. Besides, the female killer Ruyue, the evil god, is now on the side. If he was unhappy to kill himself, then he would have no place to complain.

He quickly answered:

"According to the agreement, after they die, the shares in their hands will be owned by their heirs, that is, their two daughters. If there are no two daughters, or there are no immediate relatives. Before their death, there was no suicide note, which clearly specified how the shares in their hands will be distributed. Then, our company has the right to handle the distribution of shares on its own."

After hearing this, Mo Haoran smiled even more happily. Mo Haoran looked at Zhang Sirong with a surprised look in front of him and continued to ask:

"I remember that before Liu Qingshan was killed by me, two of your eight shareholders had already died of illness. At that time, how were the shares in their hands distributed?"

Zhang Sirong said everything at this moment. Although some things belong to the company's private or something that is unsightly. However, at this moment, he did not hesitate and quickly spoke:

"After those two old guys died, we made a false will. We gave their family a sum of money, and then the shares in our hands were owned by our remaining six brothers. Originally, one or two people disagreed at first, but the matter was recognized by most people. So, in the end, we divided this matter up."

After hearing Zhang Sirong's frank answer, Mo Haoran smiled. He said in his heart that it seemed that these eight brothers were not the kind of loyal and bright man. Once it was involved in financial interests, they would immediately become disregarded. Mo Haoran couldn't help but hate Zhang Sirong in front of him, but he was still patient and asked:

"Next, you five dear old buddies died. What are you going to do with their shares? Just like the two times before, I made a fake suicide note, and the last person embezzled it?"

After Zhang Sirong heard Mo Haoran's words, his old face turned green and white. Now he also heard a hint of sarcasm and a hint of ridicule from Mo Haoran's words. However, he did not dare to show it, and he still patiently explained:

"I haven't thought so much yet."

This is what he said in his heart. What he thinks most now is to live. He has no time to consider such things as money and interests. What else can it be more important than his own life?

Mo Haoran smiled slightly and spoke to Zhang Sirong, the old man who had wrinkles on his face, said:

"Next, you will do it like this. Get a few fake suicide notes and get all the shares under your name. I think this should not be difficult for you. Now, you are completely covered in your huge Tianyue Media Company. It is easier to act."

After hearing Mo Haoran's words, Zhang Sirong's expression of surprise on his face was even more intense. He couldn't think of how Mo Haoran was suddenly so interested in this matter. He was taking risks at this moment and guiding him here to do what he should do next.

He stood in front of Mo Haoran for a moment, not knowing what to say. After a long time, he finally nodded softly and agreed.

Mo Haoran saw that Zhang Sirong had no temper at this moment, and he would do whatever he said. Of course, he was very happy. He knew that Zhang Sirong was timid and hypocritical, but he still did not expect that Zhang Sirong was going on like this. Then, Mo Haoran smiled slightly and said:

"Over the years, you must be quite tired of managing such a large company. Now, you are already covered in white hair. I'll see if you should take a break?"

After hearing Mo Haoran's words, a few drops of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Zhang Sirong's forehead. Now, after hearing Mo Haoran's words, he finally understood that Mo Haoran said so much, and it turned out that he was trying to attack Tianyue Media Company's idea.

At this moment, his face turned red and red. Standing in front of Mo Haoran, he was so arrogant that he didn't dare to show off. At this time, he realized Mo Haoran's wolf ambition. Mo Haoran didn't care about his 30 million at all, but wanted to get all of it, even his old Tianyue Media wanted it.

Looking at Zhang Sirong who was standing in front of him and unable to say a word for a long time, Mo Haoran suddenly moved and bounced out with a whirlpool. Outsiders couldn't see his movements clearly. He moved forward quickly and quickly picked up the flying knife that had just jumped over Zhang Sirong's scalp from the ground. Then, he quickly returned to Zhang Sirong's face.

Mo Haoran was still smiling, but at this moment, there was a flying knife shining with white light in his hand. It was small and sharp, and it was the best weapon for killing people at first glance.

Mo Haoran played with the flying knife in his hand, and then suddenly you reached out your hand ghostly, patted Zhang Sirong's face with the knife in his hand, and said casually:

"Will it be relieved if you solve it with one knife? I believe that Tianyue Media, which has no leader, will definitely follow my actions at that time."

Zhang Sirong also felt the speed of Mo Haoran's bounce just now. At this moment, he was already wondering whether the flying knife was shooting faster or Mo Haoran's movement was faster? Now, feeling the feeling of coldness coming from the back of the knife, he suddenly felt cold. He knew that if he was hesitant, he might become the dead soul under Mo Haoran's sword.

Zhang Sirong's whole face had turned into pig liver. At this moment, he lost all his strength and only had a desire to survive. He lowered his head and said weakly:

"I'm old, it's time to take a break."

At this moment, he finally compromised. In the face of life, he could not tolerate uncompromising. Only by giving in can he survive.

After hearing Zhang Sirong's words, Mo Haoran smiled with satisfaction and said directly:

"For me, only 30 million is not a big number. I don't have much more to say, so listen."

After a pause, Mo Haoran continued to say:

"First of all, you must solve Lin Qingqing's affairs for me within three days. Furthermore, you must find a way to take all the shares of Tianyue Media in your hands. If I leave your life behind, you must use it for me. To put it simply, if you have no value at all, then I will solve it with one knife, so as not to be so troublesome. In the future, you will continue to be your shareholder and the boss of Tianyue Media."

After hearing Mo Haoran's words, Zhang Sirong was stunned. Because the second condition Mo Haoran mentioned was not harmful to him at all. On the contrary, according to Mo Haoran's words, his life would only get better and better. From then on, Tianyue Media was left with him as a big boss. The situation was hundreds of times better than the previous six people in charge of this huge company.

Mo Haoran coughed lightly, and then spoke again:

"After you have taken control of the real power of Tianyue Media Company, you will sell your shares to me within half a year. Of course, we can discuss the price. From now on, you will continue to be the big boss in front of you, but Tianyue Media will be my own industry under Mo Haoran from now on. You will continue to be your Mr. Zhang, but you are doing your business for me. I will still pay you an annual salary of 30 million a year. Look, is this good?"

When Mo Haoran asked him to take a break, he knew that Tianyue Media would definitely not be able to save it. Now, when he heard Mo Haoran say this, he finally understood the little abacus in Mo Haoran's mind. However, although he now knows that this is an unequal treaty, he has no right to refuse.

He was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, I promise you."

Mo Haoran is not a greedy person, he still pays him 30 million yuan a year. I believe that this old man can't spend it all in a year. Mo Haoran said this to calm Zhang Sirong's heart.

Now, when he heard Zhang Sirong agree, he smiled faintly and continued:

"Of course, as long as you do your best for me. As long as you keep doing your job for me carefully, I will definitely pay the salary of 30 million yuan per year. I am Mo Haoran is not a gentleman, but a villain. However, there are also fine products among villains. Mo Haoran is fine products among villains. I can speak and do what I can do, and I will never break my promise."

At first, Zhang Sirong thought that Mo Haoran said 30 million a year was just a casual talk, but now seeing the solemn expression on Mo Haoran's face, he couldn't help but believe Mo Haoran's words.

A salary of 30 million is also a lot. He still earns less than 30 million a year now. After all, the company's income is equally distributed by a few old friends. In this way, he still makes a profit.
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