Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 143: Game, shoot him
Song Ziyu looked at the gloomy look in her eyes and asked, "Who called, you look so ugly?"
Realizing that she had leaked her emotions, Yanqin narrowed her eyes slightly, "I called from home, I'll answer her phone."
After speaking, he got up and walked to the balcony of the private room.
Pull the glass doors from floor to ceiling, and the small balcony into a small private space.
"Hey?"
"Hey, Young Master Qin, this isn't good!" As soon as the phone was connected, there was an anxious voice from the other end, "The clock has fallen! Now that the capital is in disarray, quickly return!"
Yanqin's eyes suddenly shrank, and her fingers holding the phone stiffened, "What did you say? The clock has fallen??"
"Fell down! In just one morning, all his assets were gone!"
“Where shares Yan in his hand!”
"Lost too! He turned his shares into cash and used them to pay off his debts! Now we don't even know who the owner of that stock is!"
Yanqin closed her eyes tightly, her breathing feeling cold and heavy.
Zhong Kaicheng is a minority shareholder of the Yan Consortium, with only a 0.8% stake in his hands. This part is inconspicuous, and he is not even entitled to participate in the board of directors.
But for him, this is very important, and this 0.8 will most likely be the key to his last win.
And Zhong Kaicheng had always been his most loyal supporter!
Now that Zhong Kaicheng was about to fall, those who followed him were bound to be in chaos.
If he could not handle this matter well and calm the hearts of the people, someone under his command would immediately abandon him.
Yanqin raised her eyes, and stared coldly at her own reflection at the glass door.
It's a game, someone puts down a chessboard and starts attacking it.
Zhong Kaicheng was the first chess piece the opponent captured.
And before that, he didn't even realize there was anything strange!
Looking at the family and the entire consortium, except for Yan Huai, he was unable to think of anyone with such abilities and means.
The 0.8 shares of Yan's consortium are no different from those of watermelon and sesame compared to the Song family and the Dingfeng real estate he persuaded to spread his connections.
Jijiyingying, but someone cut off his tail from behind, making his layout in the past few years look very silly!
Yanqin suddenly chuckled twice, and opened her lips, "Please calm those old men first, and I'll be right back."
“By the way, there is another strange thing.” The other end said again, "The chairman didn't come to the company today, and the Yan family villa was also gone. I suspect he may not be in the capital."
Hearing this, Yan Qin's eyes turned slightly dark, "Unless he is required to do business, he will not leave the capital easily, and there is no way he will leave."
Yan Huai loved and spoiled Fu Yanchi so much that when Fu Yanchi went abroad for treatment, Yan Huai could not leave work to accompany him.
For more than five years, Fu Yanchi lived abroad alone.
“But she did not come to the company all day, not only her, but also Lady Yan and Yan Xi.”
After hanging up the phone, Yanqin stood for a long time on the balcony before re-entering the private room.
Song Ziyu was sitting at the bar with her boyfriend, trying her best to make her boyfriend happy.
Seeing Yanqin enter without saying a word, taking her coat and about to leave, she hurriedly comforted her female friend, and chased after her, "Aqin, what happened?"
The two of them had known each other for many years, he rarely saw Yan Qin like this, his breathing was cold and rough.
"I'm going back to the capital. During this period of time, the affairs of the company are temporarily left to you to make a decision." Yanqin stopped when she came out, and turned her head towards her, "I'm not here during this period, you can help me check out here Song Yueliang and Fu Yanchi, respectively, if there's anything unusual, call me immediately."
“Fu Yanchi?” After long hearing this name, Song Ziyu frowned, and the scar on her head hurt a little, "Why are you checking it?"
The scar on his head was caused by Fu Yanchi. He remembered the sick man his whole life.
Yanqin did not say anything, but before she left, suddenly something appeared in her mind, "By the way, there is also Taoxi Village, and I should check this place out as well."
He remembered on the day of the company's opening reception, he heard from his eyeliner that Fu Yanchi had gone to Taoxi Village.
Song Yueliang had also been to that place, and had been going back and forth frequently ever since!
Yanqin's eyes lowered. He had a hunch that perhaps all the unsolved answers were in Taoxi Village.
The situation in Kyoto is very urgent. When he returned, he would go to Taoxi Village directly.
After Yanqin left, the young lady sitting quietly in the bar also left the high stool, "Young Master Song, I have to go to work at night, so I leave first."
"It's still early in the morning? Isn't Crown open at six in the afternoon? It's still early morning before six." Ziyu's song stopped him.
The woman rolled her cold eyes towards the sofa, "You still have an honored guest to entertain, not to mention I have to go home to shower and eat."
"Dining, I invited you—"
"not needed."
"Then I'll take you away!"
The woman looked towards Boss Guan again, and Song Ziyu instantly froze. His customers were still there, so he really couldn't leave just yet.
Cannot send.
Reluctantly seeing the woman leave, Song Ziyu turned his head and looked at Boss Shangguan with a deep meaning, "Why, Young Master Song, have you not done it yet?"
“What's not easy to start, Boss Guan, don't talk nonsense, Tingting isn't the type of person you think of.” Song Ziyu endured her displeasure, opened the wine bottle, “Come, a place like this should drink, I will accompany Boss Guan, If you are not drunk, you will not return!”
…
The rain did not stop until late at night.
The entire small road in Taoxi Village was flooded, and the murky water flow fused into a muddy river everywhere.
The limestone soil attached to the small, fenced-in courtyard ground looked unusually clean and spotless after being drenched in rainwater.
At the foot of the loquat tree in the corner of the courtyard, yellow leaves were falling everywhere.
In the pigsty next to the tree, after a few months of careful feeding, the little piglets had originally become large, full-fat pigs.
Qi Qi was very proud of this, standing in front of the pigsty fence with a small body, showing off his achievements to Yan Xi, "When I came here, these two pigs were only this big, like this, don't they look so fleshy now?" ? I raised everything!"
The baby patted his chest, twisted and twisted his small body, his eyes sparkling.
The tiny expression had the inscription "Praise me" on its face.
Yanxi had once eaten pork, but had never seen a pig run away. He glanced at the pigsty a few times, but felt nothing but a pungent smell.
"These two pigs will not thank you for keeping the whole meat. The better they grow, the sooner they die." He said intentionally.
Qiqi, "..."
"I know, I don't want to part with them, they're all the kids I raised... But what a pity this is the life of a pig." Wa'er frowned and sighed, tangled and regretful.
Yanxi's mouth twitched.
The fate of pigs like this... Why did these words sound so similar to Fu Yanchi's tone of voice?
Are genes so strong?
“By the way uncle, why did my father call you a snail?” Wa'er changed the subject and changed the topic from pig to him without any insubordination.
Yan Xi, "..." He and Fu Yanchi were at odds.