What if Ma Qie doesn’t agree to this forced sale?
None of the CEOs know what kind of perverse things Nangong Mo would do.
Is it like the legend, throwing people into the sea to feed the sharks?
Everyone held their breath, waiting for this terrifying man.
Then they heard Nangong Mo lazily saying, with a lift of his lips, "I’m a reasonable person. Rest assured, once on my ship, you won’t be feeding the fish on the high seas."
The CEOs all breathed a sigh of relief.
However, in the next second.
Nangong Mo’s tone shifted: "But, if you refuse this drink, it ans you find this woman too ugly and useless at persuasion, and keeping her is a waste."
He picked up a fruit knife from the fruit plate, playing with it casually: "If she can’t even persuade you to drink, then there’s no point in keeping this arm."
The model who was just raising the wine glass to persuade trembled so hard she almost fell to her knees.
She nearly staggered forward, kneeling to Ma Qie: "Mr. Ma, please, drink this glass of wine!"
The woman’s innocent and pitiable face was streaked with tears, which even the hardest of hearts could not resist.
Watching helplessly as a beautiful woman loses an arm because of you, a normal man just couldn’t do it.
Moreover, Nangong Mo was offering a hefty sum for this deal.
He hadn’t put Ma Qie at a disadvantage, the recruitnt contract on the table offered 300 million!
All for a newly popular artist.
Ma Qie closed his eyes, locked in an internal struggle!
Just when Nangong Mo’s knife was already at the model’s shoulder, he suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely as he raised his hand to stop him: "Fourth Master! Wait, I’ll drink!"
He took the glass and downed it in one gulp.
The model, who had been crying like raindrops on pear blossoms, relaxed her hand and collapsed limply onto the ground.
Not far away, Fang Yui watched the whole scene, frightened and shocked, no longer daring to be jealous of the model, only thinking that her job of pouring tea was quite good enough.
Being with a prince is like being with a tiger, how terrifying!
Nangong Mo watched Ma Qie drink the wine with satisfaction, tapping the contract on the table with long fingers: "Sign it."
Ma Qie, with a mournful face, appeared very honest: "Fourth Master, listen to , I can sign it, but... I’m afraid my signature won’t be of use. Qianshan and Shen Ying are both platinum authors now, and whether they can transfer their scripts to you, the decision is in their hands, so..."
"So are you playing with ?" Nangong Mo’s face instantly turned cold.
The knife in his hand seed ready to pierce Ma Qie’s skull the next second!
Under pressure, Ma Qie weakly continued to explain: "No, no, Fourth Master, there’s an even more difficult issue, which is, Qianshan left her number, but it’s not up to to get through to her; it depends on whether she’s willing to answer. So even if I want to help you persuade her to transfer the script or draw for you, I can’t find her. How about I give you her number, and you contact her yourself? If you can persuade her, we at Penguin absolutely won’t dare to stop her from transferring jobs!"
Only then did Nangong Mo’s expression slightly clear.
After getting the number, Ma Qie indeed hadn’t lied; the phone remained unanswered.
Nangong Mo threw the number to his subordinate to trace it.
Ma Qie felt a bit guilty.
What he gave Nangong Mo was a zombie number Qianshan had registered with on the Penguin website, not the number she later used to communicate with him.
There was still a hint of stubbornness in his heart, not wanting to hand over this little Ancestor to soone else.
While worrying whether his little trick would be seen through by Fourth Master and whether he would be fed to the sharks, he realized that Nangong Mo’s attention was no longer on him.
A pair of blue eyes were fixed intently on the screen of the phone!
What... what is this perverted big boss looking at?
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