Chapter 962: The threats are so blatant

Well, wait for Mo Er to be cleaned up by his brother, and then pull people in.
At this moment, Mo Er, who is still in the company and does not plan to go home tonight, how can he not know what these snobs think?
Huh, who is it rare?
Knocking...
At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.
Mo Er sat on the office chair, and recovered a dog-like appearance:
"In."
After seeing the people who came in, Mo Er was very surprised:
"Guan Special Assistant?"
Inner os: Damn it, come very fast!
With Guan Tezhu's smile on his face, Mo Er's heart trembled when he saw it.
As the saying goes: What kind of boss you have, what kind of subordinates you have.
This special help is worthy of being a right-hand man who has been with his elder brother for many years, and can kill a listed company in a chat and laugh!
There is a kind of people, the more they smile, the more dangerous they are in fact!
Therefore, Mo Er felt that Assistant Guan was here at this time, and he could almost guess that it must be his brother who had already figured out how to do with himself!
Sure enough, you can't hide from it!
"President Mo is good."
Ah.
Mo Xu straightened his waist:
"Ah, just say something!"
Lao Tzu died early and was overborn.
Guan Special helps to hook lips:
"It seems that President Mo is becoming more and more enlightened. Okay, then I'll just say it straight.
Well, Mr. Mo, please pack your luggage immediately. "
Still packing?
What is this for?
Mo Er's eyes became more cautious:
"What does my brother want to do to me?" asked.
Special Assistant Guan is still smiling, bah, this is a smiling tiger!
"Mr. Mo is thinking about it, how could the boss do to Mr. Mo?
It's just that the South African branch took over a large local project during this time, but it happened to be a person in charge..." Mo Er interrupted him before he finished talking.
"South Africa? I'm not going!"
Where chickens do not lay eggs and birds do not shit, Mo Er would rather go to the Southeast Asia branch than South Africa!
"If you can't go, you can't help Mr. Mo.
The ticket has been bought and will take off in two hours.
Mr. Mo, if you don’t want to pack your luggage, what about the helper sent by the boss in the office, let them come? "
Mo Er would be very angry, so he knew it clearly in his heart, but his mouth was still hard:
"I don't agree anyway!"
Hearing this, Guan Tezhu did not change his face and patted his palms a few times.
Suddenly, a series of sturdy men in suits came in, a total of eight, how can this tm escape?
Unless a pair of wings grow out immediately, there may be a chance.
Special Assistant Guan pointed to the leader:
"Go to the lounge and help Mr. Mo pack some casual clothes."
"Yes."
Mo Er was speechless, and his tone became weaker again:
"Special Assistant Guan, can I go to the bathroom?"
"Oh, no! The boss said, whether Mr. Mo wants to go to the bathroom or something else, everything will be said after he gets on the plane.
Before boarding the plane, hold back. "
Damn it!
Mo Er actually wanted to make the final struggle, but obviously, there was no chance.
Special Assistant Guan winked at the bodyguards, and immediately two people stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right took Mo Er who was sitting on the boss chair away.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? I want to call my brother!"
Everyone is unmoved.
Special Assistant Guan reminded me very intimately: "President Mo, if you don't want to be gagged with smelly socks, just be quiet for a while."
Grass, are the threats so blatant?