The national school idol is a girl

Su Mei knew how to be a good person, and quickly grabbed Bo Zhongyi's arm. While she was there to help Bo Zhongyi calm down, she said to Bo Jiu: "Your dad has always been in poor health, and you are still so angry with him. What are you doing here?" Which of you is not your elder? Forget it that you are usually rude and bring a skateboard here to hurt people. This is not the place you should be. Auntie advises you to leave quickly, otherwise it will not look good in a while, which will be bad for you and your mother. Neither is good."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu tilted his head and smiled, standing sideways in front of He Honghua. He held his trouser pockets with one hand and looked down at Su Mei: "Since you are the secretary, just stand by and do your job honestly. Work, conversations between our Bo family, what's the matter with you."

"You." Su Mei narrowed her eyes: "Bo Jiu, how come your child has become the same as your mother now, regardless of the occasion? Let me say it again, this is the shareholders' meeting, you..."

Bo Jiu interrupted her before she finished speaking. He was playing with a USB flash drive in his hand and said in a low voice: "It's because this is a shareholders' meeting, so I'm warning you to do your job as secretary, otherwise , just get out of here.”

"You bastard!" Bo Zhongyi became even more merciless when he heard Bo Jiu's words: "Call the security guards. Call all the security guards below. Do you think this is a place where you can cause trouble?"

Su Mei's face also turned cold, and her eyes were full of ice. No one here had told her to get out.

This little farmer bun, if you don't teach him a lesson for a few days, he will almost forget who he is.

You deserve to be kicked out!

If you don't drink a toast, you'll get a fine drink!

How could the smart Bo Jiu not see what Su Mei was thinking, but she seemed not to see or hear Bo Zhongyi's words to call security as she paced towards the long table in the conference room.

Then, he reached out his hand and knocked on the back of one of the people's chairs.

That person was none other than Su Mei's younger brother, Su Xing.

"What do you want to do! Bo Jiu, what do you want to do!" After Bo Ximing saw his actions, his arrogant little face was full of venom.

In contrast, Bo Jiu's expression was much more indifferent: "I want to ask your uncle how he is qualified to sit here."

"Bo Jiu." Su Mei said something else: "Su Xing is one of Bo's shareholders. When you see him, you should address him as Mr. Su, not in this tone."

"Yes, how can you talk to Mr. Su like this?"

"That is to say, this Bo Jiu is really going to die with the red flowers."

"After all, he was born in a rural area. Even if he is rich now, he still can't get rid of his bad habits. Fortunately, Hiroshi Yukiaki."

The two shareholders next to him looked at Bo Jiu with disapproval in their eyes. They didn't hold many shares, but they protected the Su family in every way.

Su Xing also sneered: "That's enough, Mr. He, take your unclear son and leave quickly. We don't want to watch jokes all the time."

Every time a shareholders' meeting is held, He Honghua will receive all kinds of ridicule.

She often clenched her fists and told herself that she had to endure it for the sake of Jiu.

But now, Jiu is standing in front of her, that group of people...

He Honghua really couldn't stay any longer, not because she couldn't bear it, but because she was afraid that Jiu would be wronged, but just as she was about to stretch out her hand.

But Bo Jiu spoke with a very indifferent expression: "Have some people forgotten that 15% of your shares have been mortgaged?"