Chapter 2033

"Fenghuo group is not Duan's?"

"Who said that Fenghuo group was left by Zhan Yang, the late son of President s of S, to his widow and a couple of children..."

Before the press conference officially started, a large number of media gathered in the media lounge of beacon tower.

When two financial media from the Middle East were whispering to each other, a Chinese journalist sitting behind them couldn't listen and interrupted them kindly.

"Where did you all hear the news? It was years ago Don't you know all the rumors recently? Zhan Bo, the current CEO of Fenghuo group, is actually the real person in charge of the group, and his real identity is Zhanyang, who disappeared at the beginning!

As for the successor of the group, it's hard to say whether he is the son and daughter he announced to the public. Anyway, I've heard that this matter has something to do with Meng Meng of our family. "

Who are the two reporters in front of you

The Middle East reporter quickly flipped through the relationship table of the characters in his hand, "warfighter I didn't find anyone named Meng Meng. Or is she a senior member of Fenghuo group? "

"Tut, it seems that you have never heard of those hot and secret gossip. You don't pay attention to entertainment news." The Chinese journalist was very proud to pull out the ID on his chest.

"You see, I'm Zhang Yang, a reporter from China's 24-hour Entertainment Weekly. What I call Meng Meng is Ruan Mengmeng, the youngest actress to win the International Hardware award. She is the pride of yellow people! She is Zhan Bo, the daughter of Zhan Yang.

I heard that at today's press conference, Mr. Zhan will announce that Fenghuo group will be handed over to Ruan Mengmeng. You financial media are really We don't know much about it yet. "

Zhang Yang disdains to keep up with these stupid youths. He sits aside with his laptop and is ready to seize the time to conceive the content of his questions later.

If the reporter's questioning environment can call him to ask questions on the spot, he must take the opportunity to tell his goddess Ruan Mengmeng.

……

However, as a little fan brother, Zhang Yang did not know that, like other journalists, he was waiting for the press conference to come.

Upstairs, on the top floor of Fenghuo group, as the absolute center of this press conference, Zhan Yang is calm and has swept through a row of security guards and bodyguards with cold eyes.

"Where is the CEO, you say? With less than two hours left before the start of the press conference, why did the CEO suddenly disappear? "

The cold and piercing voice of Zhanyang is frightening.

All the people dare not speak, those tall, muscle curly knot of men all unconsciously shrink their necks, want to reduce their sense of existence.

Just now, Ruan Mengmeng, who will succeed as CEO, is still on the top floor of the company.

But just to go to the bathroom, people suddenly disappeared.

When Zhan Yang found something wrong and asked people to monitor it, he only saw a flash picture in the surveillance video.

It was two men with a slightly burly figure, dressed in the clothes of cleaners, pushing two cleaning cars one after the other under the monitoring.

Although the two men were pushing the car, they walked very fast through the monitor.

Coupled with the cap on the head, people can not see their appearance, characteristics.

"Father, I'll take someone to chase them now..." Zhan Mo's face is as cold and severe as Zhan Yang.

He did not expect that such an accident would happen before the press conference began.

At this time, who will it be?

Zhan Mo's brain has a faint outline, because of this, his eyes become more deep and gloomy.