Chen Mo accepted a top-secret mission and pretended to be a billionaire chaebol boss who died unexpectedly.
Sitting in a group conference room with hundreds of people, Chen Mo looked as calm as an old dog on the outside, but panicked inside.
But he didn't know that the cold and beautiful Bingshan fiancée beside him could hear his thoughts clearly.
Chen Mo looked cold: "You want to touch my territory? Let them see what despair means."
I was complaining madly in my heart: "These thugs in suits are so vicious! I really want to go home and play games. Why don't you trick your fiancée into wearing black stockings to show me tonight?"
The fiancee's mouth twitched slightly, and she turned around and silently bought a cabinet of black silk stockings.
Since then, the style of painting has changed.
With a casual cough, his subordinates can figure out a grand business strategy; the more he thinks about it, the more his fiancée and various beauties work hard to help him expand his territory.
Three years later, the policewoman's contact person called: "Get ready to close the network!"
Chen Mo was helpless: "Sir, I can't accept it anymore. My fiancée has helped me make the group number one in the world. I am now the real richest man. How about you give me a certificate?"
