Song Zhilan's words surprised Lin Mo for a moment.

It seems that the Xu family has done a comprehensive job this time.

Not only has it imposed economic bans and commercial monopolies on its own industries in Vientiane.

It is even more poisonous to his own industry in Guangyang.

"Sister Zhilan, please inform the big families in Guangyang and say that I am looking for them and ask them to send a representative to come."

"And tell them that they will never come back empty-handed this time."

"Okay, I'll go notify now."

After Song Zhilan finished speaking quickly, she hung up the phone.

A faint glow appeared in Lin Mo's eyes.

Now it seems that some people really still think that I, Lin Mo, are easy to bully.

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Guangyang City.

Huo's attic.

Huo Xingxuan was sitting on a chair at this moment, drinking the tea in his mouth calmly.

The building here is antique and it is most suitable for drinking tea and watching the scenery.

Not even a tiny bit of electronic equipment, Huo Xingxuan, was installed. It was entirely made of ancient wood and blue bricks.

Looking at the lightly dripping rain outside, Huo Xingxuan took a sip of the tea in his mouth.

Rainy days are his favorite time to stay here.

He likes a poem very much.

Bamboo Zhai sleeps listening to the rain, and the dream is wrapped in moss.

Just as Huo Xingxuan was quietly listening to the rain and drinking tea, a housekeeper ran over quickly.

"Master, there is a phone."

"Huo Qi, you have been with me for so many years, have I told you not to be impatient."

Huo Xingxuan glanced dissatisfiedly at the old butler who had been with him for many years.

"Master, it's Miss Song Zhilan's phone number from the Song family."

"What, bring it here!"

Huo Xingxuan, who just said to keep the housekeeper calm and composed, stood up directly.

The housekeeper respectfully handed the phone to Huo Xingxuan, but said inwardly.

"Also said to keep me calm, that's what I am."

Huo Xingxuan quickly answered the phone and waited for Song Zhilan's opening.

There is no reason for Huo Xingxuan to be so excited.

The big family in Guangyang City didn't know that Song Zhilan had an excellent relationship with Lin Mo.

She usually calls to discuss things, and it is definitely Lin Mo who has something to do with them.

"Patriarch Huo, I'm Song Zhilan."

"I'm here, Miss Song, please speak."

Huo Xingxuan suddenly glanced at the message paper next to him.

It was the file that the servant handed over before, although the mobile phone is more convenient.

But the big family has more or less things planned by itself, in case a virus is planted on the mobile phone.

It was written that Lin Mo was financially banned by the Xie family, Xu family, Lei family and other families dozens of minutes ago.

"Patriarch Huo, you should have also heard about the economic ban initiated by the Xu family's family on Mr. Lin Mo?"

"That's right, I just heard about it."

"Originally, Mr. Lin Mo planned to break their economic ban directly by himself."

"But thinking of you and other families, Mr. Lin Mo decided to ask everyone to make money."

Song Zhilan's words made Huo Xingxuan's eyes suddenly light up, and he said.

"I don't know what Miss Song Zhilan is going to do?"

What Huo Xingxuan meant was how to break the economic ban imposed by the Xu family on him and others.

"Now it's just Patriarch Huo that you need to contact the patriarchs of the other major families."

"It's better to send someone who can make a decision to Panyang City as a representative."

"This time, whether it is successful or not, it will definitely not let everyone contribute in vain."

Although there is no saying that it can 100% break the economic ban of those from the Xu family.

But her tone was full of confidence.

As long as Lin Mo is willing to speak, countless wealthy businessmen are willing to send money to Lin Mo.

Even the Wumeng League can provide a lot of funds to support Lin Mo.

"Okay, I understand Miss Song, leave this matter to me!"

Huo Xingxuan agreed immediately. JrNovels.com