An Ge stood in front of the high lectern, his eyes were still calm, lowered his head to adjust the position of the microphone, and began to speak, "The reason why I came out wearing a mask is because I know that this is the last time I will make yogurt." ”

Her voice was still hers, very calm.

“……”

Hearing this, there was a sudden silence in the conference hall.

An Ge stepped aside, bent down 90 degrees toward all the media, bowed deeply, reached out and took off the mask on his face, and then straightened up......

The rumors were confirmed.

The media were in an uproar, and they all looked at An Ge in shock.

An Ge walked back to the lectern, and a reporter asked again, and she said softly, "I know what you want to ask, but let me say it first, okay?" ”

Her voice is faint, without the tone of the character's personality added to the dubbing, and her voice quality is ethereal and clean, like flowing water in a mountain stream......

As soon as these words came out, the media fell silent.

Ange stood there, looking at all the flashing lights, and it swooped down on her like a man-eating tiger......

"I didn't expect such serious consequences." An Ge said lightly, straight to the point, without any foreshadowing, "I thought that after my identity was exposed, I would be scolded for having no strength, relying on relationships to have today, or ...... Fans are all bought. ”

“……”

There was silence in the room, except for the sound of flashing lights.

The other side.

The newly completed building of the consortium stands in the center of the business, and the president's office is facing the sun, decorated in black and white, and the atmosphere of modernization is very strong, revealing a capable and cold atmosphere of the owner.

Quan Mo sat at the desk, leaning back slightly, his slender fingers holding the two invitation letters, his dark eyes cold.

Several senior executives of the network technology department stood in front, all with their heads bowed and a look of fear on their faces.

One said boldly, "Mr. Quan, you also know that with the rapid development of science and technology, it is better to block the Internet than a few years ago. ”

Quan Mo sat in a comfortable chair, staring at the invitation letter with dark eyes, and did not speak.

Another person stood up and said, "Yes, it's the same with the group, if you can suppress the network, the stock price won't fall." ”

"The people on my side are useless, and I have to see if the people on other people's side are useless, so I can balance a little bit, right?" Quan Mo sneered, slowly turned his face, and looked at the few in front of him with a cold look.

There was no rage.

There was no roar.

But several high-level executives were frightened, and their legs trembled.

"What are you shaking?" Quan Mo looked at them indifferently, his voice was so cold that he was emotionless, "Don't worry, this is not a black court, I don't want your life." ”

"Hoo ......"

Several high-level executives all breathed a sigh of relief.

Who doesn't know that Quan Mo has developed by relying on the underworld, after all, he hasn't run in yet, who can predict what kind of way Quan Mo will torture them.

"Go to the finance department and get your salary."

Quan Mo's voice was cold, and there was no expression on his handsome face, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

"Huh? Mr. Quan, we ......"

The higher-ups excitedly begged for mercy.

"I don't keep useless people."

"But Mr. Quan, we really tried our best, Mr. Quan, you can't fire us......"

"Don't remind me of what I used to do in Thailand." Quan Mo coldly interrupted their pleas, and a word came out from between his thin lips, "Get out!" ”