Autumn is the best season in Beijing. The air is crisp, the temperature is pleasant, the pollution is the least, and the air in the morning is even fresher.
When one reaches old age, one sleeps less and wakes up early. Granny Hua got up at dawn to practice Tai Chi in the yard.
After finishing a lap, Mrs. Hua took the towel handed over by the worker and wiped off his sweat, then walked to the stone table in the yard and sat down. There was already a delicate breakfast on the table. , Let the old man Hua's appetite whet his appetite just after exercising.
"Appropriate amount, appropriate amount!" Seeing the old lady Hua holding the porridge bowl and gulping down the porridge and making a gurgling sound, the old lady Hua who came out of the room frowned slightly, and muttered as she walked towards the stone table.
Having been naughty for decades, Mrs. Hua got used to it, wiped her mouth, picked up the deep-fried dough stick and took a big bite, saying, "Today's porridge is pretty good."
"That's right, this is stewed with the dried abalone sent by Yin'er. I heard that the best dried abalone is priceless." Sitting at the table, he reservedly picked up the bowl and scooped it up with a small spoon. Taking a sip, Mrs. Hua took a sip of porridge, thought for a while and said, "Old man, have you told Hua Qing about Yin'er?"
"Yes, but Hua Qing said that the company is now facing a major investment project, and it is really impossible to move the funds. If it is impossible, he will mortgage his house for several million to take it out." Mrs. Hua asked the domestic worker to call again A bowl of porridge came, frowning.
"What are you talking about!" Mrs. Hua put down her chopsticks and said, "Yin'er has suffered such a big loss and lost so much money, so he, as a nephew, won't help? What can a few million be worth? Don't think I don't know, a company he participated in just went public a while back and got a lot of money, so what if you give hundreds of millions to his aunt?"
Looking up at Mrs. Hua, Mrs. Hua said, "Hua Qing is also our grandson."
"What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Hua suddenly widened her eyes and asked with a hint of anger.
"Hua Qing said, didn't we always say that Yin'er was losing money and had no money, and asked tens of millions from him to give Yin'er, and now we say that we invested 800 million to acquire the company a few months ago..." Mrs. Hua paused. Next, said: "Hua Qing said that there must be a limit to partiality. Most of the money his father earned has been given to Yin'er, and now he is digging his grandson's flesh..."
"Fart!" Mrs. Hua slapped the table and said angrily, "What does he mean by that? What do you mean he gave Yin'er all his father's money? How much are those broken coal mines worth? The most profitable ones Didn't I give it all to him? How about he can have such a good reputation now!"
"Old woman! Our surname is Hua. After we die, only Hua Qing can throw pots for us to pay respects to us." The old lady Hua said lightly, picked up a very small bun and threw it in his mouth, saying : "Don't push too hard."
The old lady Hua choked and was speechless. After a while, she said, "That's my steamed stuffed bun. Don't finish eating it for me."
"Grandpa, grandma~" Huarui, who stood in the room and listened to a few words, pushed open the door and called out sweetly, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Hey, my baby is awake? It's so early today? Come on, Aunt Lan, I'm adding some porridge for Miss Sun." The old lady Hua narrowed her eyes with a smile when she saw Huarui, and beckoned.
"Yeah!" Huarui walked to the table and wanted to hug the old lady Hua for a while, then kissed the old man on the forehead before sitting on the stool, looking at the abalone porridge on the table and said: "This grandpa and grandma like it. Well? I like it when I told my mother to bring more."
"Your mother went out again?" Mrs. Hua asked, frowning slightly.
"Well, my mother has gone to Japan. She said that she has a big business. If this business is done well, it can earn several times." Huarui blinked and smiled sweetly.
"How many times have you earned?" Mrs. Hua asked, feeling refreshed.
"Yeah, it's said that the stock market in Japan is about to soar. This is internal news. Mom's friends have already bought billions of dollars in goods. They said it's the last time, so Mom rushed over," After finishing speaking with excitement, Huarui sighed abruptly, and said, "Unfortunately, Mom doesn't have much money now, so she can only watch others make money."
"Are you sure you can make money? That's not right, I just lost money..." The old lady Hua's face darkened when she saw the stamens, and she remembered that Huayin had said that the money was the dowry of the stamens. The hand said: "Don't be afraid, your grandpa won't help you, and grandma still has some wealth, so I will give you a dowry!"
"You old woman, did I say I wouldn't help?" Mr. Hua glared at Mrs. Hua, then turned to Hua Rui and asked, "Can you really earn that much?"
"Of course! Grandpa, you have also seen that the profits are getting thinner and thinner after working so hard in the industry, but it is different in stock futures. There are many people who get rich overnight. The one I showed you a few days ago , that girl is only in her twenties, a commoner, and she was very poor, but she earned hundreds of millions a year just by trading futures." Huarui raised her brows and said excitedly.
Mrs. Hua's father died during the War of Resistance Against Japan. Mrs. Hua was raised by a family of villagers. After liberation, he was found by his father's old comrades in arms. He took him to the capital as his son and sent him to join the army as a young soldier. After participating in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, he was promoted to company commander after receiving several military exploits because of his bravery in combat. The old man survived several campaigns, and even his wife who was born in a petty capitalist also survived.
Mrs. Hua is good at making money, but her thinking is the old rural patriarch's way of thinking, arbitrariness, the son inherits the family, but the son's things are also his own, and the son's marriage is not what the son can say.
In order to keep himself, Mrs. Hua did not hesitate to use such a despicable method to deceive his son, and finally forced his son to death, and jealous of his son's huge family property, he forcefully pushed his grandson away from his addiction to being the CEO.
It's a pity that he is a good hand in political struggles and conspiracies and schemes to harm people, but he doesn't know anything about management, and he messed up Hua Song's promising company.
However, looking at the old man Hua's heartbeat because of what he said, although he complained in his heart, Hua Rui looked at the old man Hua and smiled even more sweetly. The most valuable mining business in the company at that time was transferred to his own name. Hua Qing was always under the leadership of Hua Song, and there was something about Hua Song in it. No matter what, he didn't get close to the old man, and later he secretly opposed the old man in the company. , but Huayin is the daughter that the old man loves since he was a child (the old man likes this kind of beautiful and bourgeois girl), plus Huayin has repeatedly said that his own is not his parents', and the old lady Hua is beside him saying that his son's money How could so many daughters be bullied outside... the old man transferred most of Hua Song's property to Hua Yin.
What my mother can do, I can do it myself. Such a good opportunity, more money can make more money. My mother originally said that once the 800 million joint profits are cashed out, I will give them all to myself. In the end, I lost all my money. No matter what, I have to find a way to get it back. After all, my mother's money is not as good as the money in my own hands.