In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, the hand holding the phone tightened.
"Young master mo." At this moment, the assistant pushed the door open and walked in. Mo Yongqiang did not turn back but stood there coldly. His entire body was shrouded in a layer of haze as if he could explode at any moment.
"A few days ago, we found out the cause of the burning goods. It was indeed one of our colleagues who started the fire. We couldn't find out who did it, but we checked his account, his daily life, and the people he came into contact with. It's obvious that he's dissatisfied with the treatment our mo family is receiving, and that's why he's doing this. " The assistant saw that he was not moving and reported the situation in a low voice.
A few days ago, for some reason, they had secretly carried out a batch of goods transaction, just ten minutes before the transaction! The thing was actually burned, and he lost tens of millions.
