Mu Weicheng looked up at his uncle, the hope in his eyes was so frank and direct.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I don't accept such an arrangement. The men of the Mu family don't admit defeat, but they don't have to prove anything to anyone. I'm very satisfied with my current position." Mu Weicheng refused indifferently, without even thinking about it.

"Weicheng, are you going to disappoint me? You said just now that I have been kind to you, and you will never forget that you want me to die now, right? Ling Mofeng frustrated me, refuted my face, and suppressed me to death. I can't bear this tone. If you still treat me as your uncle, you should win back this tone for me and let me go at ease." The old president looked sad and angry, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"Uncle, I don't understand. Is power so important to you? If you don't bring it with you, why can't you feel at ease?" Mu Weicheng couldn't help but refute his remarks, thinking it was ridiculous. "I'm thinking for your juniors, don't you understand? Our Mu family is a big family, and we have infiltrated many industries. Every line depends on my relationship. If I fall down, our entire Mu family will follow suit. You can be noble and respect your profession, but don't forget that you are from the Mu family. You have the blood of the Mu family in your body. Do you care about their lives? You know who Ling Mofeng is. He can't tolerate corrupt things in his eyes. The Mu family settles a deal, and when the time comes, do you think he will let you go?" The old president's words became agitated, he felt that it was time to give this nephew a profound education lesson, the responsibilities on his shoulders, his mission as a man of the Mu family, all of which he could not easily let go. "Uncle, I just want to ask you one thing. You have to tell me the truth." Mu Weicheng did listen to every word he said, but he also had something to ask.

"Let's talk." The old president stretched out his hand to straighten his skirt, with a serious face.

"Not long ago, Ling Mofeng went to the disaster area to condolences to the name of the disaster. He was shot several times on the way. You arranged it." Mu Weicheng stared at him and asked directly.

The old president's expression suddenly changed, and his expression became more annoyed: "What do you want to say."

"I don't want to say anything, do you know? The guns in the hands of those murderers were stolen from the military warehouse in our district. Not long ago, someone from above was sent to check this matter. I can't escape the guilt." Mu Weicheng said expressionlessly.

"What?" The old president was out of breath for a moment, and his chest hurt: "The guns that flowed out from you? Ling Mofeng asked someone to check you?"

"Uncle, it was you who made a mistake. It's hard for me to justify my investigation." Mu Weicheng laughed at himself.

"What does Ling Mofeng want to do?" The old president's face turned red with anger: "Could it be that he wants to use this to dismiss you?"

"He didn't dismiss me. I just took the initiative to apply for a three-month stay. During these three months, I might go to the military academy to be an instructor." Mu Weicheng said lightly, without realizing how embarrassing he was.

"You...you are trying to piss me off, don't you think my life is not short enough?" The old president was almost out of breath. He didn't expect that such a big event would happen when he was on vacation for a few days. His nephew was under training and he was unable to defend him.

"Uncle, don't be angry, all this seems to be doomed, you want to kill him, the gun flows out from my side, he is not dead, then we can only bear the responsibility." Mu Weiyi shrugged his shoulders, saying that he was willing to accept all this.

"You bastard." The old president wanted to beat him up.

"Don't be upset, uncle. Whoever wants to be the president should be the one who has the ability. As for the vice president, everyone is the same. You can't do Ling Mofeng. If you come to a deputy, he is also a vice. He can't help the president." Mu Weicheng comforted the old president with a thoughtful tone.

"Are you with Ling Mofeng? I'm going to be mad at you." The old president's face was extremely ugly at the moment, even extremely disappointed.

Mu Weicheng came over, knelt down in front of him, lowered his head, and looked trained: "Uncle, if you want to be beaten or scolded, I will bear it. In fact, Ling Mofeng did not punish me, but I know that I am guilty. You said that we are a family. I am willing to accept your punishment."

"What's my crime? I just want to maintain stability, you brat, get up and go, I don't want to see you." The old president raised his hand to hit him, but his hand froze in the air, unable to hit him for a long time.

"Uncle, the only thing I can guarantee is that in this life, I will not associate with the Ling family. I hope you will not be angry with me." Mu Weicheng knew that he was not filial, and knew that his uncle was sick and still angry with him, so he had no choice but to make a promise to the old president.

"Are you going to give up your current position?" The old president was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"No, the public is the public, I don't have a personal relationship with Ling Mofeng anymore." Mu Weicheng said with his head down.

The old president leaned back in his chair, and said angrily: "Yeah, I forgot, I forgot that you had a good relationship back then, and I ruined your friendship. I can only say that the reality is too cruel, and there are too many helplessness. Well, Ling Mofeng, you should stop having friendship with him, just break it off."

"Uncle, are you okay? You look a little ugly." Mu Weicheng worried about him anxiously.

"You are determined not to inherit my legacy. It's a pity that I don't have a son. If I did, I would definitely force him to follow my path. You are my brother's son. I won't force you. You choose your own path. Go on your own." The old president calculated his life, but in the end, he found that he could not count on his destiny.

"Then I'll go down first, and I'll let Xiaoyun come up to accompany you." Mu Weiyi didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear that he would really faint the uncle if he was not careful.

Mu Yun twisted her little hands nervously, standing in the living room downstairs, looking at the stairs from time to time with a pair of beautiful eyes.

The elder brother and the uncle had a quarrel before, but now they are discussing business, I am afraid they will quarrel again.

"Brother, how is uncle? Have you finished talking?" Mu Yun walked over quickly and asked.

"Go up and accompany him, he likes to listen to you." Mu Weicheng counted on his sister. JrNovels.com