Chapter 959: The richest and most powerful

Xie Lixuan was also very uncomfortable, frowning and said coldly: "Dignified presidential daughter, it is really unsightly to get married and get a nouveau riche!"
These words were a little sour and very ugly, but they soothed Ning Yuewei's heart strangely.
Yes, it's just a nouveau riche, and Mu Zi is just as capable!
"Perhaps it is a local custom. If you don't understand the rules of Jingling, you always have to show off your wealth to feel the face." Ning Yuewei said calmly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Isn't it usually said? What kind of people, the more they love to expose themselves."
The poorer you are, the more you want the world to recognize your financial resources and can’t wait to throw out a lot of cash to show off. The end result will only be laughable.
In Ning Yuewei's heart, she was sure that Mu Zi married a vulgar nouveau riche, so she would deliberately show up at the wedding. She was mentally balanced, but she couldn't help feeling sore in her heart when she looked at the excitement there.
...
The wedding car convoy drove on the road for about twenty minutes.
For twenty minutes, the "Flower Rain" never stopped. Situ Yan wanted to rush to the front to pull Murong Cheng off, and asked him where he got so much money, but now Situ Yan couldn't care about it.
He was on the phone all the way.
Call the heads of the Emergency Preparedness Agency, the Ministry of Transportation, the First Aid Center, etc., so that they will be prepared to prevent unexpected situations that may occur at any time.
There is no danger.
I don’t know if it’s a blessing. I was really lucky that there was no stampede or any casualties when a large number of people gathered and money was thrown wildly.
Situ Yan was really relieved.
Finally, he finally got to the place. He just got out of the car and was surrounded by reporters again!
The guards stopped the rushing media reporters a few meters away, but they could not stop the cameras and the cameras from shooting wildly!
Countless microphones shoved.
"Your Excellency, did the concealment of the groom's identity be out of some political considerations?!"
"Your policy restrictions on the gaming industry will be affected by this marriage?"
"How did Ling Qianjin meet with the directors of the Mu Group? How long have they known each other?..."
Situ Yan was puzzled at first, but was stunned as he listened, his brain seemed to be knotted suddenly, muddy and unable to think.
what happened?
What Mu Group? ... Isn't that Murong Cheng whose last name is Murong?
Could it be...
Situ Yan's face turned pale a little.
If it's the Mu's group... if it's the Mu's group that swallowed the gambling industry in Quanxianghai City, the Mu's group that actively bids in Xingzui Bay, is the... the most illegal and disorderly Mu's group !
Can't think about it anymore!
There was only one thought left in Situ Yan's mind: if he was just a little white face, how good would he be!
Compared with the stunned Situ Yan, Murong Cheng walked leisurely and looked relaxed.
Today is his wedding day, no matter how frantically bombed by reporters, his mood is still very good.
"Today I will only talk about marriage, and I will not answer all other questions." Murong Cheng smiled while holding Mu Zi's hand.
There was an extremely astute reporter in the crowd, and he immediately asked loudly, "Mr. Mu! What made you and Miss Situ marry?"
"This question is very good." Murong Cheng smiled, walked away with long legs, took the microphone, looked back into Mu Zi's eyes, "There is only one reason for our union, and that is-I, love, you !"
The lights flickered, and all the cameras were aimed at the newcomers facing each other.
The reporters were hungry and thirsty, pressing the shutter frantically so that they could take photos for future headlines.
Not far away, Ning Yuewei stood by the door like a stony stone, staring at Murong Cheng's familiar face in disbelief, her body trembling.
It's Huo Rong!
Mu Zi actually married the richest and most powerful man in the south, Huo Rong!
There was a crisp click.
Ning Yuewei's delicate manicure broke, but she didn't know it, her face was white.