Yang Lan must admit that what Yan Zhifan said is correct.
Yan Ke didn't like her interfering with the company, and he didn't like her to interfere with her son.
For example, when Yan Zhifan insisted on going abroad, Yang Lan resolutely opposed it, but Yan Ke nodded in agreement.
She once asked the reason privately, and the man only glanced at her, and slowly uttered eight words: "Women take care of things, man."
From then on, Yang Lan never mentioned it.
After so many years, she probably understood Yan Ke's temper, and said that she had her own set of rules in her heart, which was easy and unshakable.
The longer he gets along, the more Yang Lan can feel the difference between him and Shen Chunjiang. Whenever he is alone and talks about sensitive topics, he will deal with it carefully.
Once, she was not confident in front of Shen Chunjiang because he didn't love her enough.
Today, she is still not confident with Yan Ke, because she feels that she is not worthy of him.
The former makes her doubt love, while the latter makes her doubt herself.
As a result, she was always in awe in front of Yan Ke.
Therefore, the pressure on Yang Lan caused by Yan Zhifan's move out of Yan Ke can be imagined.
study.
Knock knock—
Three beeps, no more, no less.
"Come in."
Yan Zhi returned to the door and entered, and Yan Ke sat behind his desk. His suit was still the birthday suit. He didn't take off the suit, and he didn't even loose the buttons.
He called "Dad".
The other party hummed extremely shallowly.
Yan Zhifan is straightforward: "What are you looking for?"
"Sit." Yan Ke raised his chin slightly, motioning to the opposite chair.
He sat down as he said.
"I saw Junsen at the banquet today." After a moment of intent, Yan Ke said.
"Well, I called him."
"Why?" His eyes were sharp, with a bit of obvious oppression.
"Not only that, I also asked the butler to send invitations in person."
Yan Ke remained silent, raising his eyebrows and waiting for his follow-up explanation.
"Shen Junsen's little moves are obviously not once or twice, not to mention that there is an ambitious sideline behind him. With your vigilance, I don't believe you didn't notice."
"What if you notice it, what if you don't?"
Yan Zhi returned coldly and pulled the corners of his mouth. There was no son's total awe and fear of his father in his eyes. It was more of a scrutiny between opponents and a judgment between peers.
Nearly disrespectful.
Suddenly, he withdrew his gaze, and his thoughts were replaced by knowingly: "Sure enough, you know."
Yan Ke didn't speak, but at this time, silence was tantamount to acquiescence.
"Before, because of the small amount of money and the lack of delay in business, you opened one eye and closed another, and didn't care about Grim Sen and his insatiable sideline, but why did it happen without warning this time? Do you want to do things as soon as you make a move?"
"Yeah, why?" Yan Ke listened with great interest, and his index finger held his chin and gently rubbed it, like a spectator watching a play, and at the turning point, he smiled and agreed.
"Go on, why don't you say it?"
"... You post invitations widely and make the birthday banquet as grand as it is, but you only skip the severe forest, which is equivalent to completely excluding them from the asylum circle of the direct line, and the severe forest will definitely not sit on it. Live, and then stay low to be small for forgiveness."
"At this time, if you put the shelf up again, refuse to see it, and behave tougher, he will definitely panic. Since the road is blocked, he will quickly change direction according to the stern impatience, and finally he won't be surprised. I'm here."
Yan Ke smacked himself: "Unexpectedly?"
Immediately he smiled slightly and asked: "Whose surprise?"
Yan Zhihui was expressionless: "Of course it's you."
All this is carefully calculated!
He gave Yan Sen a stick with a cruel hand, but he wanted Yan Zhi to come back and send this candy.
"Are you paving the way for me?"
Yan Ke smiled: "Very good, so you can understand it, so I don't need to bother to explain."
"You want me to be grim and grim?"
"you can say so."
"why?"
"In the future, if you take over the group, you will have to have your own team. I leave it to you. You may not be able to control it, but your own use is the most convenient.
Yan Zhifan frowned: "There are so many branches and collaterals in the Yan family, why do you like him?"
In the past two years, Yan Junsen has made several big projects in his line, and has become more arrogant. He hasn't looked at other sidelines at all. If it weren't for strict pressure, he would have been impatient for a long time.
Such a wild horse that wants to succumb all the time, I am afraid it is difficult to control.
"But you have to be clear that ambition is directly proportional to ability. Since you want to use it, you must use the best one. It is difficult to control a bit, but once you hold it in your hand, it is the sharpest sword. Jianfeng is both invincible and invincible."
"I may not be able to control it." Yan Zhifan's tone was flat.
"But you are already in control, aren't you? You understand my intentions, but you still choose to give him this face, and you sent the butler to send the invitation personally."
"As the heir of the Yan family, you should have this courage and mind, and you should have the same ability and means. I always believe in this. Because-you are my Yan Ke's son!"
Yan Zhifan disagreed: "I gave a stern face, just thinking that I might have a chance to use this mad dog in the future—" The corners of his mouth are lightly raised, his eyes are sharp, "That's it."