Chapter 547 (1/2)

”To introduce you, this is song Ye song Zong, now Meng's largest shareholder, the owner of antique street.”

When Meng Ziheng's voice fell, the air fell into silence for a long time. All the eyes and eyes were focused on a girl with a green dress and a cold face. Her young face was not half looked at shyness. Now she was sitting on the upper position, raising her hands and throwing her feet, which made her look natural.

At that time, opened the curtain, lowered his head and followed Xiao Yu standing beside Xiao Yun, smelling speech almost exclaimed.

She covered her mouth, and her fingertips turned pale. She thought she was listening to the girl.

But the eerie silence around her made her unable to ask. In fact, she knew that the master of the Meng family was here, and Mencius Heng could not make fun of such things.

How can song ye be Meng's biggest shareholder? She is only 17-8 years old!

For a long time, Meng sun's feet suddenly softened. The cold sweat on his face flowed down with his pale face. His voice trembled and said: ”song, general manager song, before I was outside, it was I who didn't know Taishan and bumped into you. Don't worry about me.”

At this moment, Meng sun was eager to take two mouths out of his mouth. He remembered that he had been caught on the spot at the door in the morning, and he had said some terrible things to song Ye. If he had known that, he would have offered up people to serve him. It's a pity that now the basket has come out. He just asks the other party to be young and easy to coax. Don't be too hard on him.

Song Ye is very clear about the psychological activities of this worldly businessman. She takes the tea from Mencius Heng, sips it, and cuts straight to the theme, ”tell me how many fake goods you bought under the banner of the Meng family.”

Mengsun heard the speech, his heart cluttered, and quickly piled up a smiling face, ”on that piece, general manager song, I was also a moment of bewilderment, song Zong, Meng Shao, I promise, no more.”

No more?

With a click, song ye put down the tea cup, and his deep eyes fell directly on Meng sun's body. In the light voice, he gave out a strong pressure, ”Zi Heng, how many pieces did he sell?”

Meng Ziheng also stopped cooking tea, picked up the information at the table and handed it to song Ye. At the same time, he replied clearly: ”in the materials you sent over, you heard that there were 18 fakes sold in yuzhai, totally 190000 yuan. All of them were put into his own pocket.”

Xiao Yun and Enron, who were listening, were shocked. They didn't expect that the other party sold fakes for so much money. They were all sold under the banner of the Meng family. In private, they didn't know how much they had sold.

At this time, Meng sun was sweating heavily on his forehead, and his sleeves were all stamped. He didn't expect that song Ye was so capable that he investigated everything so clearly in such a short time. ”Mr. Song, this antique was genuine and fake, and I was also beaten. This is really not my intention to sell it.”

Up to now, he can only find an excuse to explain. If he admits to it, he can't really vomit the 190000 yuan.