Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

Chen Ziming took a deep breath and put the bright leather shoes out of the door, standing in front of everyone, looking around, he gracefully lifted his lips.

"Yes, as of 5:00 am today, I have successfully won a 51% stake in Muhammad. Now I have an absolute controlling stake in Muhammad. Today I have informed all the directors of Mu's to come over to the meeting and officially take it. Go back to Mu's management." He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "From today, the owner of this building is my Chen Ziming!"

“I heard that Mu Tianye’s acquisition of Chen’s business is true?”

“Are you a retaliatory acquisition?”

“Are you prepared to change the current Mohs pattern?”

“Since you are an employee of Goldman Sachs, you represent Goldman Sachs, or you yourself...”

......

The reporter’s question came one after another.

"Apologize to all of you, the directors are still waiting for me upstairs, so please let us know, you can wait in the advanced lobby. After I finish the recycling of Mu's management rights, I will hold a press conference to answer all of you. doubt."

At this time, Chen Ziming is also trying harder to express his politeness and self-cultivation.

The driver immediately stepped forward to separate the reporters, the reporters retired, and Chen Ziming strode into the lobby.

It should have been a picture of a gas field, just because he was alone, it seemed to be a little bit shaped, and the gas field was not enough.

Because the driver had to deal with the car left at the door, and there wasn't even a person who gave him an elevator. When Chen Ziming noticed this, he found himself standing at the elevator door for two seconds.

On the side of the cleaning, watching him stay still, and still have some wonders in his heart - look at this man's suit, will not sit in the elevator?

So, come over kindly and help him press the up button.

"Hey, I still think about how you will do the elevator. Press this up button and the door will open soon!"

The other party said with a little accent in his hometown, Chen Ziming turned his face to listen carefully for a while before he could understand, suddenly his face was bloody, and a handsome face rose purple and purple.

I will soon become the owner of this building, but I will be laughed at by a cleaning and will not take the elevator.

"You... who said I wouldn't take the elevator, I just usually press it, I forgot it today."

The cleaning aunt was kindly treated as a liver and lung, and his temper was also raised.

"You guys are like this. Look at the dog model like a person, a mouth is harder to hear than a dog!"

"you!"

Chen Ziming's face was instantly red, and the cleaning aunt wowed the mop to the bucket, and immediately rose out of a dirty water. Chen Ziming subconsciously evaded, and the cleaning aunt grabbed the mop and smashed it to his shoe.

"Hurry up, don't get in the way!"

Chen Ziming glanced at her and secretly decided that once he became the head of Muhammad, he immediately expelled the woman and deducted her salary.

In my heart, he bit his teeth into the elevator and reached down to the top floor.

The elevator doors closed up and came to the top floor for a moment.

Several employees stood in front of the elevator and were about to leave. One of the girls turned to look at it and just saw Chen Ziming's background. He couldn't help but laugh out loudly, and his fingers reached out to the sisters around him.

"Look, look!"

Several other people also followed her gaze, one by one.

Chen Ziming listened to laughter, and some of them were inexplicable. They didn’t find other people around. Did they laugh at him?