第九章 神秘的买家

吴磊蜷缩在地上，fits of pain spasms still wracking his body. The scene inside the meeting room was like a scene from a B-grade movie. The bottom of the meeting room was still sticky with his own blood, looking disgusting. He was once the Number Two Assist in the office, responsible for many of the company's business matters, but now he had become so low that he couldn't even lift his head. Nobody noticed him at all. The meeting was hosted by the company's new boss, Mo Ting. He sat on the head of the meeting room, with a calm and composed expression on his face, sipping a cup of coffee. He looked like a real big shot, completely different from the arrogant and domineering person the old boss had been. Mo Ting's attention was focused on the person next to him. He was a young man with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were very sharp, seeming to see through everything. He was sipping tea and listening to the report from the lower staff. From time to time, he raised his glass and smiled slightly.