Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

"Do you think you can get back the three billion that you lost in Naples in this way?" Dongfang Mo's sarcasm increased, and he couldn't help reminding him coldly: "Uncle Tang, don't forget Now, this is the United States, and you have signed an agreement with our company, I can still sue you for fund-raising fraud, and I think you should know what is waiting for you."

"Hehehe," Dongfang Yingwu laughed indifferently, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Of course you can do this, and you can even let the police come and take me away within a few minutes, but, I The oil will also be in a few minutes...."

Dongfang Yingwu didn’t go any further when he said this, but the implication is very simple. If Dongfang Mo sends him to prison for fund-raising fraud, then Dongfang Mo will not be able to get oil. Such consequences will of course cause serious losses to the Dongfang Group .

Dongfang Mo's gaze was cold. Dongfang Yingwu was far more powerful than he had imagined. It seemed that the information he received two months ago that the Mafia had completely fallen out with him and that the Black Hawk had completely fallen was probably not true and reliable.

It seems that Tyson of the Mafia is indeed old, Dongfang Yingwu is alive, it is probably related to Ronnie, and Ronnie has been spying on Tyson's throne for a long time, presumably he wants to use Dongfang Yingwu's ability to overthrow Tyson .

Seeing Dongfang Mo's silence, Dongfang Yingwu couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth, and he reminded him coldly: "President Dongfang, no, Rodger, I think you'd better check and open your notebook at this time, and check it out. Your secret business documents are more appropriate, so don’t make a wrong decision.”

Dongfang Mo's cold and dark face showed no expression at all. At this moment, he was in no mood to talk to Dongfang Yingwu, so he was about to ring the bell to let the guards in, when there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Come in," he coldly called out the door.

After getting his permission, the people outside the door immediately opened the door and walked in. It was still General Manager Wells. He quickly reached Dongfang Mo's ear and said anxiously: "Rodger, Henry escaped. I went to Italy, and in the name of the vice president of DFM, I went to the branch to withdraw a sum of money...."

"How could this be?" Dongfang Mo's thick eyebrows became more and more twisted. Henry's betrayal was something he had never thought of.

Dongfang Yingwu probably guessed what Wells reported to Dongfang Mo. At this time, he was sitting on the leather chair with his arms around his chest, with a confident smile on his face, and said lightly: "Ah Mo, I see You don't need to open your business emails anymore, it seems that you have encountered a lot of difficult problems."

Dongfang Mo's cold eyes hit Dongfang Yingwu's face like ice skates, and his indifferent voice was like the snow wind blowing on the Tianshan Mountains: "Uncle Tang, it seems that I really underestimated you once, you are indeed— —Spicy Old Ginger!"

"Hehehe." Dongfang Yingwu didn't care about Dongfang Mo's sarcastic words, then stood up gracefully and said, "Okay, Mo, my time is limited, I believe you know what kind of decision to make, as for Me, I don’t want much, you know, crude oil can be given to you, but, sorry, please transfer me another three billion.”