Just as Gu Shiyin was about to leave, she was startled by the loud shout: "This dicine is my..."
Before she finished speaking, she turned around and, upon seeing clearly who the newcor was, imdiately swallowed the rest of her words, her face turning ashen.
How did he co here?!
The uninvited man’s intrusion onto the award platform caused an uproar throughout the venue.
The host recognized him and quickly went up to smooth things over: "Fourth Young Master... Ladies and gentlen, this is Mr. Nangong, a major shareholder of our Imperial Racecourse and a sponsor of our F1 race. We are honored to have him here to guide and award our competitors..."
Turns out he’s a wealthy sponsor, no wonder he has such a big attitude.
The restless audience settled down a bit.
But unexpectedly.
Nangong Mo was unimpressed, sneering at the host’s attempts to diate: "Sponsoring such a worthless thing, I don’t know which idiot in the company signed it. I’m here today, and I’m not interested in your competition."
Everyone: "...!!!"
This CEO’s approach is so peculiar!
The host struggled to keep a smile, nearly unable to continue: "Then Mr. Nangong, your purpose today is..."
No one noticed that Gu Shiyin’s face was as pale as paper, more panicked than when her identity was revealed earlier.
Nangong Mo coldly glanced at Gu Shiyin: "Today I’m here to retrieve my things, Miss Gu. Since you accepted the eighty million for the dicine, are you now planning to run with my dicine?"
"Fourth Young Master, you’ve misunderstood, I just... just..."
"Just want to cozy up to Bao Gucheng, right? Use my things to butter him up? Who gave you the nerve?"
"Fourth Young Master, listen to , most of the dicine is yours, I only need a little, just a little. I have no intention of being greedy..." Gu Shiyin desperately tried to explain.
She couldn’t let her efforts go to waste.
Offending Nangong Mo, this man plays by no rules, says whatever he wants, definitely disregards the occasion.
"A little? You’re not even worthy of crumbs! Hand it over!" Nangong Mo demanded coldly and resolutely.
Gu Shiyin’s heart was bleeding, she initially planned to take the dicine to Bao Gucheng to earn rit, let the Old President try it, if it worked, she could save Bao Gucheng from prison, she would be Bao Gucheng’s savior, and he would never be able to shake her off.
But now, if she didn’t hand over the dicine, Nangong Mo could tear her apart on the spot.
She bit her lip, engaged in fierce inner conflict.
It seed she had to hand it over first and find a way to get a bit back later, alas.
Gu Shiyin reluctantly handed the kraft paper bag to Nangong Mo, wanting to quickly end this awkward scene.
But things didn’t go as she wished.
Behind her, the crisp sound of clapping suddenly rang out, "Pa, pa, pa," rhythmically.
Bai He clapped her hands and laughed:
"Gu Shiyin, you said you didn’t commit treason or take money? Just now Fourth Young Master Nangong clearly exposed your little sche—You clearly took eighty million!"
"What request dicine for Mr. Bo, you sold honor and your ranking for money, this dicine isn’t for Mr. Bo, it’s for Fourth Young Master Nangong!"
"Stop using Mr. Bo as a shield, disgusting woman!"
Bai He pierced through the thin layer of pretense.
Everyone present reacted:
"Damn, so that’s the truth!"
"Wasn’t it said that God gave up her ranking for Mr. Bo’s dicine, wasn’t it said Mr. Bo was more important than the trophy?"
"Turns out Mr. Bo is more important than the trophy, but not more important than eighty million, eighty million bought her conscience, really cheap!"
"I declare I’m completely unfollowing!"
"I regret having been her fan, how did I get fooled by such a money-hungry woman!"
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