"Bang, no, I want to hold an exchange meeting, Feng Lun, the traitor." Mou Qizhong cursed angrily.

Feng Lun followed him at first, but now he has thrown himself into Jiang Xiaobai's arms.

If he hadn't let Feng Lun go, how could Feng Lun be today?

"Jiang Xiaobai is also a traitor." Mou Qizhong said angrily, but when he said this sentence, he was not confident enough.

Jiang Xiaobai and him have always been friends and collaborators, not his subordinates.

The word traitor is definitely not used.

"It's just a traitor, betraying my friend." Mou Qizhong muttered, grabbed the phone on the table, and he wanted to organize an exchange meeting.

And it must be high-end and high-profile.

"Hey, is the newspaper? I'm going to hold a press conference."

"Hey, reporter Liu? I'm going to hold a press conference. It's this afternoon. Our satellite company, right, right, I'll give you three passes."

"Hey. Is it a TV station? I don't have time to come, okay, don't come here in the future."

" Hello……"

Mou Qizhong called out one by one and notified the newspaper to come for an interview.

He just wanted to make a high-profile announcement and let Jiang Xiaobai see that if you don’t take me to play, I will still be playing well by myself.

Soon the reporters received the news and arrived. Mou Qizhong walked onto the rostrum of the press conference in a flash.

"Yes, we will take the lead in setting up an exchange meeting, and many famous entrepreneurs from China will be invited to attend.

Everyone gathered together to exchange experiences and opinions on the industry.

I believe that such exchanges and gatherings will promote the development of the domestic economy..."

"As for the time, just one week later, you will witness a grand private enterprise exchange meeting..."

"This exchange meeting is low-key, right in my villa in the suburbs. Although it is a bit remote, I believe that with the arrival of the exchange meeting.

In the future, it may have been possible to develop into a domestic Davos...

In the future, it will become a gathering place for domestic rich people every year. Domestic entrepreneurs will be honored to be able to speak on stage and express their ideas…”

"May I ask, can Mr. Mou reveal how many people will attend the Economic Forum in this exchange meeting? Who will attend?" a reporter asked.

"This needs to be kept confidential, but I can tell you the person in charge that those well-known entrepreneurs will definitely not let you down and will never disappoint you..."

Mou Qizhong expressed his promise.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaobai, who is far away in the Demon City, still didn't know what Mou Qizhong was doing in the capital.

But I learned the outside world’s rumor about the Oriental Society.

"I can say that we can do anything, that we play with women, and we get together, this is illegal, don't I know?

No matter how bad my character is, I won’t do such a thing, right? Should I go in collectively..."

Jiang Xiaobai looked dark, what's the matter? I don't know what the news came from.

As a result, this news was the most widely circulated, and many people were interested in this kind of thing.

I am a vulgar man, but I think others are.

"Hehe, Mr. Jiang, I also suspect now that you guys are really not doing good things together." Song Xin sat opposite, holding a teacup, and savoring the tea with a small mouthful of red lips, and said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, am I such a tasteless person?" Jiang Xiaobai looked angry.

"Hehe, you know people but not your heart. Men are especially unreliable in that aspect. You guys are in the Eastern Mingzhu, and you have all been packed up. Who knows what you are doing?" Song Xin said.

"Xin'er, you don't know what kind of person I am. Forget it if outsiders talk nonsense, you misunderstand me."

"Hehe, who knows." Song Xin and Jiang Xiaobai joked.

Of course she knew that this kind of news was unreliable, and Jiang Xiaobai was not that kind of person either.

How long have I been with Jiang Xiaobai for so long? I feel that I may not be attractive to me.

As a result, Jiang Xiaobai never had any intention of that to himself, but he had drunk too much and was passive before.

Of course, she believed that Jiang Xiaobai had feelings for her, but that was the relationship that the two had obtained after so many years of getting along with each other.

"Dingling." The phone on the table rang, and Jiang Xiaobai grabbed the phone.

"Do you know what happened in the capital?"

"What's up?"

"Mu Qizhong just finished the press conference. He wants to do what you don't do. He claims to be in Davos in China. He also talked about his experience when he went to Davos many years ago..."

The phone call was called by Zheng Qingyun, and on the phone, Zheng Qingyun told Jiang Xiaobai what Mou Qizhong did in the capital.

After Jiang Xiaobai hung up the phone, he was a little dazed. In fact, many times, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't figure out what was going on with this brain circuit of Mou Qi.

I don’t know what the wrong stubbornness will be sucked for a while.

Why is Mou Qizhong doing this? Jiang Xiaobai doesn’t need to think about it, but he is just angry.

I feel that I didn’t invite him, but you don’t have to make such a big fuss.

Of course, this matter is not too big among the bull pens that Mou Qizhong brags about, it can only be said to be an ordinary medium bull pen.

For example, if the Himalaya explodes and builds a new Xiangjiang in the Northeast, this economic forum is just a small matter.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai didn't think there was anything else.

Is this the benefit of bragging too much? No one will be too surprised to say anything.

In Beijing, Mou Qizhong, who had the press conference, called the secretary to the office.

"Go, get a list, call and invite all well-known domestic entrepreneurs to come and participate in our economic forum.

Tell them that there is only one opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you miss the opportunity for development.” Mou Qizhong said confidently.

"Okay." The secretary also went out with great confidence. Of course he was excited about such a big thing.

But an hour later, the secretary came in with a drooping head.

"Is the notification finished?"

"The notification is finished, but..."

"But what?" Mou Qizhong frowned. He hated others half of their words the most.

"But most people say there is no time. Some of them say they need to wait until the time comes. They are still not sure..." the secretary whispered.

"What? Didn't you tell them what I said in the first place?"
Chapter completed!