The purchase ratio did not reach 60%. Zhou Jin and Shen Yaoyao took a look at An Xumo who was obediently holding the food in the corner, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. He didn't want to attract the attention of the people around An Xumo, so he quickly looked away, "So the family called him back today because of the equity?"
The young man nodded: "He has nothing to do with Zhou's shares, but your uncle left behind a Yangfan Group. When An Xumo becomes an adult, he should inherit those shares. Yangfan's shares are important to Zhou's It's nothing, but the Zhou family can't take it anymore, they will definitely take the shares from An Xumo."
Equity transfer is not a trivial matter. Putting it in a public place where everyone can see it, let everyone witness the signing of the guarantee letter of voluntary renunciation-the Zhou family is not stingy with this method. Although he has always been favored, Zhou Jinshen has never doubted this.
The originally clear enmity suddenly became chaotic, and the truth is probably that An Xumo was implicated for no reason. Thinking that the person was brought here by himself, Zhou Jinshen felt even more uneasy. He got up and wanted to walk in the direction of An Xumo, but was stopped by the young man.
"Where are you going?"
Zhou Jin frowned deeply: "Send him away."
The young man shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "There are bodyguards here, so he can't leave."
The light in Zhou Jin's eyes was dim, he glanced around, looked away and said to the young man, "Zimai, do me a favor."
After looking at each other, An Xumo was a little confused. Zhou Jinshen and the young people around him quickly looked away and resumed their conversation. An Xumo thought the staring just now was just an accident, so he didn't care. As long as he can look at Zhou Jinchen a few times, he has no other requirements.
This is also the reason for wanting to go to the entertainment industry. Although Zhou Jinshen has a lot of resources, he should have a lot of shots. However, his own schedule is very low-key, and he rarely appears in public in private time, and he has never even opened a Weibo. An Xumo wanted to see his former brother more, so he mustered up the courage to wade in.
It's just that An Xumo didn't wait long when a waiter came up to him and said that the third young master told him to come over. The third person among his peers was Zhou Jinchen. Although An Xumo was surprised, he still followed.
The young man beside Zhou Jinshen was still there, and the two of them were talking with another person. After getting closer, An Xumo felt more and more familiar with this person. But he had never participated in the Zhou family's communication before, and he knew very few people, so he really couldn't think of where he would meet this person.
He walked up to Zhou Jinchen, but the other party ignored him. It was the young man who reminded him that Zhou Jinchen turned his gaze as if he had just seen An Xumo.
An Xumo was slightly taken aback, because he could see obvious displeasure on the other party's face. An Xumo is not sensitive to other people's emotions, otherwise he wouldn't stand in the banquet hall unknowingly and be scrutinized like a joke. But he was very sensitive to Zhou Jinshen's state. The man obviously didn't want to pay attention to him now, so he only gave him an embarrassing look, then turned his head away and continued talking to other people.
This kind of Zhou Jinshen was obviously a different person when he got along with the afternoon, and it was obvious that the other party called him over. An Xu didn't understand what happened, and was at a loss for a while.
He stood there alone by himself, looking rather pitiful. In the end, it seemed that the young man couldn't see it, and took the initiative to say to An Xumo: "Mr. An, do you want to have a drink with Jin Chen?"
The waiter at the side took the initiative to bring up the goblet and wine bottle. An Xumo had never had a drink, and he had no intention of having a drink now. But in this tense and embarrassing situation, the young man helped him out very naturally. An Xumo, who had no other way, could only follow the movements of others, and nodded cautiously and awkwardly.
"… it is good."
Zhou Jinchen still didn't respond, the goblet in his hand was already empty, and the waiter was busy pouring the wine for him, so the young man picked up another wine glass from the tray and handed it to An Xumo who was beside him.
An Xumo just wanted to take it, but was bumped by Zhou Jinshen who suddenly retreated. Under the impact, An Xumo's arm swayed, and the wine glass that he was not holding firmly tilted over and spilled all over his chest.
"Tsk..." The waiter had already finished pouring the wine and retreated, and no one noticed what Zhou Jinchen did just now. He was unconscious when he bumped into someone, instead he said impatiently, "Why can't you even hold a cup steadily?"
The spilling of wine was not a small matter, coupled with the young man's constant apology and Zhou Jin's deep voice, many people around have noticed the movement here. In recent years, Zhou Jinshen did not appear many times at Zhou's banquets, and most of the people present knew him only as a famous name in the entertainment circle. Seeing him speak like this, they only thought that he could not get used to An Xumo. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, it was Zhou Jinshen's parents that An Xumo robbed.
An Xumo lowered his eyes and whispered sorry, he forced a smile at the young man, and waved his hand to signal the young man not to mind.
It's just that the suit I just bought was scrapped, and I wasted a lot of money. An Xumo thought, this suit was enough to buy many white T-shirts that were thrown away in the afternoon, so he felt distressed. The tenderest piece on the apex of the heart was poked again and again, the pain was so painful that it was hard to breathe.
The young man seemed to persuade Zhou Jinchen a few words, but An Xumo didn't hear clearly, and then Zhou Jinchen asked him to change clothes, and the young man who looked ashamed asked to go with him, Zhou Jinchen frowned and waved his hand Let the two leave.
An Xumo was led to the side exit of the hall. When he walked all the way, the wine stains on his chest were still dripping intermittently. On such a grand occasion, this dress is even more out of place.
But clothes are always dead objects, no matter how embarrassing they are, they will never be as embarrassing as the person who wears them.
An Xumo walked for a while in a daze, and only realized something was wrong when the two of them limped and walked outside. He wanted to ask the young man who was walking in front, but the other party signaled him to keep quiet. The road ahead became more and more tortuous, until a gray RV appeared in front of him, and the young man stopped.
After being stuffed into the RV, An Xumo's doubts became even worse, but the young man who got into the car with him did not explain. He brought a bag from the back seat and handed it over directly.
"This is your brother's clothes. It's newly delivered and hasn't been opened yet, so you can make do with it first."
An Xumo didn't react while holding the paper bag. Seeing this, the young man reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Did it scare you? Sorry, your brother wants to take you out of the venue."
He introduced himself: "I am Xin Zimai, Mr. Zhou's agent, and also his assistant."
It was only then that An Xumo remembered why he thought the other person looked familiar. It turned out that he was thinking in the wrong direction, and he didn't expect that the young man would be a member of the circle.
Even so, his guard didn't fade much: "I'm An Xumo... I'm sorry, I want to leave here."
Xin Zimai smiled bitterly with guilt: "I'm sorry for the facts just now, let me explain the matter to you first, okay?"
An Xumo's chest was still wet, but he didn't intend to change clothes here, but nodded vigilantly: "Please tell me."
Xin Zimai explained: "At the birthday banquet tonight, Mr. Zhou will announce the ownership of Zhou's shares. They called you back to make you give up the shares under your name."
An Xumo frowned: "I don't have that..."
Xin Zimai said: "I just saw Mr. Zhou Yunshan's lawyer at the venue. He came here for this matter. Mr. Zhou Yunshan had independently established a business group named Yangfan before his death. Yangfan and the Zhou family have no interests involved. The shares will belong to your name after you become an adult. Only when you voluntarily sign and give up, can the transfer of shares be completed."
An Xumo had never heard of this incident. He was fostered at Zhou Jin's Shen's family since he was very young, so he really lacked memories of Zhou Yunshan.
Xin Zimai said: "Mr. Zhou didn't know about your expulsion from the family at first. He started to investigate after receiving you in the afternoon. He brought you here, so he wanted to send you out safely."
An Xumo looked at him carefully: "Then if I'm not there, brother... Mr. Zhou, will he be affected?"
Xin Zimai smiled: "Don't worry about this. In name, even if Yangfan's shares are taken back, they will only be in the name of Mr. Zhou. He doesn't mind, so there will be no greater resistance. "
An Xumo was shocked again. If this is the case, then Zhou Jinshen sent him out, in fact, he also rejected his own interests.
"As for what happened tonight, Mr. Zhou said that he will personally apologize to you." Xin Zimai said, "Change your clothes first, it's not comfortable to wear."
An Xumo responded dully, and Xin Zimai pushed the door down first, and went to the driver's seat by himself. He left the space for An Xumo, and started the RV by the way.
"Mr. Zhou asked me to send you back first," Xin Zimai asked, "Where do you live now?"
An Xumo said an address, but Xin Zimai, who was acting as the driver, was stunned for a moment. He then asked for a more detailed address. Although An Xumo didn't know the reason, he told him honestly.
This time, Xin Zimai's tone was even weirder.
"So... you live downstairs from your brother?"
The man next to him made a phone call first, and after hanging up, he began to ask him again: "Who did those people before?"
An Xumo reluctantly nodded, bright red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, dyeing half of his originally pale lips red.
While groggy, it seemed that someone helped wipe off the blood on the corner of his mouth. An Xumo wanted to thank him, but his throat was filled with fishy sweetness. He didn't know if he had spoken the words, but he felt that he was in a hot-temperature room in midsummer, but the cold air kept penetrating into his skin, making his teeth chatter from the cold.
After an unknown period of time, a strong and slightly cool hand helped him up. There seemed to be another person behind him checking on him. There was a constant pressure on his back, and there were still voices in his ear. An Xumo only remembered that she was leaning in a person's arms, the buttons of that person's clothes were firmly pressed against him, and there was a faint cold fragrance on her body.
After that, An Xumo, who had fainted, was not clear.
The fire behind has been burning into the bottom of my heart, as if a hand is constantly adding firewood. In front of him was the chill like falling into an ice cave, his hands and feet were so cold that they were about to freeze. An Xumo struggled for a long time before catching a little light. He tried his best to climb up from the abyss of ice and fire. It took a long time before he realized that he had opened his eyes.
The surroundings were gloomy, it was getting late, and there were no lights in the room, only some light came from the crack of the door not far away. An Xumo found that he was lying on his stomach, and the burning sensation on his back had subsided a lot, as if he had been smeared with medicine. There was a faint voice of someone talking outside the house. An Xumo listened carefully, and a somewhat familiar male voice said: "Call me when he wakes up, and I'll find someone to pick him up. I have to go now, There is still something to do over there."
An Xumo's thoughts were still a little drowsy, and he couldn't tell whose voice it was for a moment. Another person asked him if he would go home tonight. The first voice evaded a few words, and the outside movement suddenly disappeared. up.
An Xumo supported the edge of the bed and sat up. The wound on his back was slightly numb, but it didn't hurt much anymore. He groped for a pair of slippers by the bed, and couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness. Subconsciously, An Xumo walked towards the lighted door, and then opened the half-closed door.
If he knew what the people outside were doing, he would not be so reckless, but regretting that it was too late, An Xumo was surprised to find that there was a doctor's office outside the house.
Of course, there is nothing surprising about being in the hospital. The main fact is that there are two people kissing while standing in the doctor's office.
The person with his back to An Xumo was Xin Zimai. His hair was slightly curled at the back of his head, so he was easy to recognize. The person who kissed him was actually a man, wearing a hospital white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was half a head taller than Xin Zimai who was about 1.8 meters tall.
He looked gentle, but when he looked up, there was a sharpness that couldn't be concealed by the glasses.
An Xumo was a little embarrassed for a moment, and he didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that he would disturb Xin Zimai, who had his back turned to him. After making an apologetic gesture to the strange man who saw him, An Xumo stepped back carefully.