Yang Hua touched a mahjong and turned around: "Is it the Jiang family?"
"I don't know, but the cars they drive are very impressive." The little boy scratched his head.
"That's probably the Jiang family." Yang Hua put her mahjong game upside down on the table and told others not to look at her cards and go out to find someone.
This year, the Jiang family sent people to see how she was doing from time to time.
Yang Hua looked up and saw a very stylish car parked on the cement road that had just been built last year in the village. It was different from the BMW that the Jiang family drove here last time.
She couldn't recognize the name of the car and walked over directly.
"Are you Miss Yang Baozhu?" Two people parked next to the car. In mid-October, both of them were wearing black suits, which were incompatible with the low-rise houses in the village.
Yang Hua narrowed her eyes and looked at the two of them, "Yang Hua, thank you."
One of them was stunned for a moment, looking at Yang Hua's weathered face for a long while before he said, "Bao... Miss Yang Hua, you still have a brother, do you want to see him?"
Yang Hua glanced at them and turned around.
The speaker originally thought Yang Hua would be very excited after saying this, but he didn't expect her to turn around and leave.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed.
At the door of the courtyard, he could hear the sound of rubbing rubbish inside: "Yang Hua, who is looking for you outside?"
"Damn liar." Yang Hua coughed and replied.
The courtyard door slammed shut.
Outside the door, the person who heard the words "dead liar" clearly said: "..."
"Is she really Miss Baozhu?" The big man next to her frowned.
He has been exposed to it since he was a child, and has been exposed to either daughters of famous families or ladies of wealthy families. He has never seen such an uncultured and rude country woman.
The middle-aged man nodded and did not reply. He just said: "Contact Mr. and ask him to come over in person."
The young man was surprised: "But sir, my legs are inconvenient..."
He looked at the middle-aged man, and finally got on the bus without saying anything: "I didn't expect that such a remote place has intercity buses..."
**
In the evening, Yang Hua called Meng Fu.
Tell her about the perfume department teacher calling her.
"I know in my heart that you don't have to worry about this," Meng Fu thought for a while and then said, "Why didn't you use the card I gave you?"
"It's not worth the money," Yang Hua coughed, "Give Xiao Cheng your cell phone, and I'll tell him that you didn't have a single point in what you said."
Meng Fu frowned, handed the phone to Su Cheng, and went to talk to Mr. Jiang.
Su Cheng took the phone and heard Yang Hua coughing, "Are you sick? It's been cold lately, remember to keep warm."
Yang Hua felt much better when she heard Su Cheng's voice, "Ah Fu left a lot of medicine, but I'm too lazy to take it. Is she okay recently? Why are so many teachers looking for me recently?"
"It's okay," Su Cheng chuckled, lowering his eyelashes, "Auntie, you don't have to worry about it, I'll just deal with it with Zhao Fan. You have nothing to worry about recently, right?"
Yang Hua was also familiar with Zhao Fan and Su Cheng, especially Su Cheng. Yang Hua had no sense of defense against him.
"There is..." Yang Hua scooped up a scoop of rice and sprinkled it into the yard, "It's a bit confusing."
What it was specifically, she couldn't tell.
Su Cheng heard that she was entangled, but she didn't ask to the end. She pondered for a long time, "The boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge."
"It makes sense," Yang Hua had never graduated from high school or college, but naturally she could understand these words. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, Xiao Cheng, I died. The village chief asked me to play mahjong via WeChat. ”
She hurriedly hung up the phone with Su Cheng.
Meng Fu wanted to go back to the rental house in No. 1 Middle School and did not stay at Jiang's house that night.
Mr. Jiang sent her out. When he could no longer see her back, he turned around, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Jiang Quan: "I just heard that Ms. Yang is sick. Send someone to check on her tomorrow."
Jiang Quan nodded.
Mr. Jiang asked again: "Did the Yu family notify you?"
"Well," Jiang Quan nodded and frowned, "I'll call Xinran later."
Although Jiang Quan has stopped contacting the Yu family, Jiang Xinran still calls Jiang Quan on holidays and birthdays.
After such a long time, although Jiang Quan said that he was no longer interested in his family, Jiang Xinran was raised by himself after all, and he used to treat her as the apple of his eye, so he didn't do that well.
He sent the old man up and called Jiang Xinran.
Let her arrive at Jiang's on time tomorrow.
"By the way," his voice was not as kind as before. At the end of his words, he said, "I just heard that your mother is sick. You should go back and see her."
On the other side of the phone, Jiang Xinran opened her mouth. She originally wanted to say that her mother was not sick, but then she thought again that Jiang Quan was talking about Yang Hua.
Jiang Xinran responded casually and hung up the phone.
As for Yang Hua, Jiang Quan had forgotten about it.
Because the Yu family has never disclosed their relationship with Meng Fu, she is still Yu Yong's niece. She does not want or want her classmates and friends to know that her biological mother is just a vulgar country girl.
**
the next day.
Meng Fu got up early in the morning and arrived at the Jiang family as instructed by Mr. Jiang.
The Jiang family now knows her from top to bottom. When they see her coming, the staff coming and going will stop and greet her respectfully: "Miss."
Not far behind her, Jiang Xinran was registering her identity at the front desk.
She looked at Meng Fu's back but said nothing.
Mr. Jiang holds the largest share of the Jiang Corporation. Now he wants to step back behind the scenes and divide the shares equally. This is a big deal, and all the top executives and shareholders of the Jiang Corporation are here.
Meng Fu sat on the long table on the left, and next to her was Jiang Xinchen.
As for Jiang Xinran, she was sitting at the bottom.
Mr. Jiang sat in the main seat and asked the lawyer to read out the equity distribution.
Meng Fu sat next to Jiang Xinchen. She had a cup of tea in her hand. Listening to the lawyer's words, she couldn't help but frown slightly. She didn't know until she came that today was actually about property division.
"Chairman Jiang Ke owns two real estate buildings with a deposit of 160 million and 49% of the shares. Now, the distribution is as follows, 20% of the shares are transferred to his son Jiang Quan, 10% of the shares are transferred to his grandson Jiang Xinchen, 9% The shares were transferred to his granddaughter Meng Fu..."
The lawyer read it out one by one.
Jiang Quan sat in the first place and nodded. The old man only had so many shares. Last year he transferred 3% to Meng Fu. With 9% added, Meng Fu can be regarded as Jiang's major shareholder.
Jiang Xinran finally received 10 million yuan in real estate.
Not a single share.
After the lawyer made the announcement, several major shareholders were going to meet at the same time.
Jiang Xinran was naturally not qualified to participate. She came out of the conference room with her mobile phone in her hand...
10 million is the same as sending a beggar away.
The cell phone in her hand rang, and Jiang Xinran picked it up directly. It was Yu Zhenling, asking about the division of her property today.
Jiang Xinran concealed her unwillingness and repeated it briskly.
On the other end of the phone, Yu Zhenling's voice changed, "Meng Fu 12%? She holds more shares than your brother?"
Jiang Xinran was also confused. She didn't hear the strangeness in Yu Zhenling's tone and just nodded: "Yes, Mom, I'll tell you when I get back."
Yu Zhenling looked down at her phone, "How is that possible..."
"Ms. Meng is Master Xinchen's sister. It's not surprising that she holds shares." Beside her, the servant listened to Yu Zhenling's murmur and poured her a cup of tea. "After all, we are all from the Jiang family."
"Why isn't it weird? How could she take the Jiang family's shares? She's not..." Listening to the servant's voice, Yu Zhenling spoke subconsciously, and when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them.
She lowered her head and saw that the phone was not hung up, so she hung up the phone upset.
**
Meng Fu only found out today that she actually owned 12% of Jiang's shares.
It's just that she didn't have time to ask Mr. Jiang carefully because she had to catch the "A Star's Day" variety show today.
At this time, the whole person was a little out of sorts.
Zhao Fan asked Su Di, "What's wrong with her?"
Su Di knew a little bit and said something to Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan, she turned around and interviewed Meng Fu: "...So, are you going to inherit billions of dollars in property or go back to filming?"
Meng Fu came back to his senses, glanced at Zhao Fan, and said in a lazy voice: "If I can't survive anymore, I won't shoot anymore."
Zhao Fan: "..."
If you can't survive, you have to go home and inherit hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth. What kind of suffering is this in the world
The car slowly arrived at the filming location of "A Star's Day".
Due to policy reasons, many places were not coded during last year's live broadcast. This year's "A Day with a Star" changed the live broadcast method.
When Meng Fu arrived, other guests had already arrived one after another.
When Zhao Fan got out of the car, she saw someone. She paused, then frowned, and lowered her voice to Su Cheng who came down from behind: "I didn't know he was the first guest, and the director didn't say anything..."
Su Cheng put on a mask and looked at Xi Nancheng in front of him, his face calm and calm: "Well, what is the theme of this shooting?"
"Xi Nancheng is here, he must be the starter. Everyone in the circle knows that he is from the Go club. This is the headquarters of the Go club," Su Cheng asked. Zhao Fan paused: "Brother Cheng, this won't be a big deal." Big problem?"
She remembered what happened in the Go club last year, and then remembered Teacher Ge and the chessboard in Wanmin Village.
Zhao Fan suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Meng Fu.