Wen Qiao took it and said, "Write to me?"
When she opened it, she found it was a share transfer document. She was a little confused. "What is this?"
"Equity transfer book, five points of my shares are transferred to you, keep it well, and you can also attend the board of directors meeting in the future."
Wen Qiao threw the envelope to him: "I don't want this, I want a red envelope, the kind with 6,600 yuan."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and pinched her face: "Silly girl, there will be countless six thousand six here. Didn't you help me keep the project in Dubai? This is what you deserve."
Wen Qiao lowered his head and spoke in a low voice: "If I accept this, will it affect your position on the board of directors? Many people want to overthrow you. You should concentrate power and not disperse your shares."
His big hands were warm, dry, and powerful. "What's yours is mine. They all know that. They don't dare to do anything to me. Even if they give me 5%, my shares are still the largest. Don't worry."
Wen Qiao received the most lavish New Year's gift in history, a 5% stake in Zhonghuan Group. Huge wealth fell upon him.
Wen Qiao put the envelope under her pillow and slept soundly with the huge fortune given by Fu Nanli as her pillow.
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The Fu family has the custom of visiting the cemetery to sweep tombs during the Lantern Festival. Wen Qiao, as a daughter-in-law who has not yet married into the family, was called over by Fu Nanli, and Gu Xiao was also taken there by Fu Nanli.
Mr. Fu now turns a blind eye and lets his grandson do whatever he wants.
The Fu family's private cemetery is on the southernmost mountain of the shallow lake, with pine, cypress and holly trees that are green all year round. They parked their car outside the cemetery and everyone got out.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao supported Fu Huaiyong and walked into the cemetery along the bluestone road.
There is the tombstone of Fu Nanli’s grandmother and some tombstones of ancestors in the cemetery. The closest one is Fu Xianyuan’s.
At this moment, there was a cigarette butt in front of the tombstone, and it was still burning, as if it had just been thrown here.
Fu Nanli frowned slightly, his attention focused on the inconspicuous cigarette butt.
His mother and grandfather didn't notice it and placed flowers in front of the tombstone.
Uncle Li handed Fu Huaiyong a handkerchief. He half-knelt in front of the tombstone, carefully wiping the cold and ruthless tombstone, his eyes slightly red.
Every time he came, he would wipe the tombstone himself to commemorate the pain in his heart.
Wen Qiao was brought here by Fu Nanli very early in the morning. He was still confused and didn't notice the inconspicuous cigarette butt in the withered grass. His attention was all on the sad old man.
Gu Xiao stood under a pine tree, looking at the person on the tombstone, his thoughts immersed in it. He had never seen this person before, but because of the blood relationship, he instinctively felt sad and couldn't help himself.
After the tomb sweeping was over, Fu Nanli said he wanted to stay for a while. Everyone else left the cemetery one after another, leaving only Wen Qiao with him.
In the morning, there was still a thin mist in the cemetery, lingering around the trees. A worker who was trimming the grass passed by and was stopped by Fu Nanli: "Besides us, is there anyone else coming to sweep the graves today?"
The uncle nodded: "Yes, the man wore a mask and a cap, and he didn't bring anything. He said he wanted to come in to sweep the graves. Because the old man had instructed not to stop people from coming to sweep the graves, I let him in."
"How tall and what's your figure?"
"He is shorter than you, young master. He is about 1.80 to 1.83 meters tall. He is neither fat nor thin, but not as strong as you. I can tell that he is quite old, around 40 or 50 years old. Maybe I am not sure."
(End of this chapter)