Luo Jiajun developed many strange habits in this year. Not only did he ask that the curtains in his office and residence should not be opened all year round, but even the curtains in the next room must be in a state of being pulled up at all times.

Also, no matter where Luo Jiajun goes, he never reveals his itinerary in advance. Even Dongguan rarely tells him that he can book all air tickets and other things by himself. If he encounters activities that he has to make a comeback immediately, he often changes his route, so suspicious that he looks like a mentally ill.

Inside the office.

Old Ou turned around and looked at Luo Jiajun, but finally didn't open the curtains, but asked with a serious expression: "Why are you so bad looking?"

"The company is very busy, and there are a lot of things that need to be dealt with. I haven't had a good rest." Luo Jiajun smiled and waved his hand to greet him, "Sit, sit, Uncle Ou!"

Lao Ou bent down and sat on the sofa, whispering: "Be broad-minded, you can't get it in this position after a year or two. If you are always so nervous, your body will easily have problems."

"Haha, it's okay, I'll adjust myself." Luo Jiajun handed a cigarette to Lao Ou and asked, "Is there something wrong with you when you come back this time?"

"Yes." Lao Ou nodded and said, "Your father's anniversary has just finished burning. I asked the master I invited. He said that we didn't have an ancestral grave here, so we got it, but if there is one, it's better to return to the roots of the fallen leaves! People have been out for a year and can move the grave back."

Luo Jiajun lit a cigarette and asked softly: "It's okay to enter the ancestral grave, but it's okay to get ground after just one year of burying people. Is this okay? Is there any other statement?"

"It is definitely not good to easily break ground." Lao Ou responded with a frown: "But people can't always be left outside. I told the master that he said that when someone comes back to do a ritual, he just needs to move the grave to the position where he originally belonged to Lao Luo!"

"He has not been cremated, how can he get it back?"

"You have to cremate, just invite the ashes back!" Lao Ou shook his head and said, "You don't have to go, just pick it up here. I'll ask the master to handle it on his own there. There is a simple ceremony and you can get a re-burial!"

"Okay, then you can arrange it, Uncle Ou!" Luo Jiajun said with a smile: "I don't know much about this anyway. I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

"Okay." Lao Ou nodded.

Luo Jiajun smoked a cigarette and looked at Lao Ou and suddenly asked: "Uncle, otherwise you can come back to the company to help me! There are a lot of things now, and I need a veteran to take charge."

"No!" Lao Ou said simply: "After completing this matter for your father, I will find a place to retire. Let's not talk about you anymore. I won't contact some of the old guys in the past."

When Luo Jiajun heard this, he responded helplessly: "Then I respect your meaning!"

After the old and the young sat in the house and chatted for more than twenty minutes, Lao Ou stepped away.

After Luo Jiajun pondered for a while, just as he was about to lower his head and dial the phone, Dongguan walked in.

"…Uncle Ou is here?"

"Well, tell me about the grave relocation." Luo Jiajun waved his hand and greeted: "Come on, sit down!"

Dongguan bent down and sat on the sofa, pondered for a while and said, "There is still no news!"

Luo Jiajun lit a cigarette again and said with a firm look: "You can't give him a chance, find him and solve it at one time!"

Dongguan is silent.

"I can't guard against him for the rest of my life, that's too tiring." Luo Jiajun took a deep breath of cigarettes and added in a low voice.

...

The next day.

After Zhou Guangcai boarded the plane, he immediately called Guanglong.

"Hey? How are you talking?" Zhou Guanglong asked bluntly.

"It's done." Zhou Guangcai ordered in a concise manner: "Notify the head office to all its cash flow branches to share the funds needed for the purchase of shares. Raise fifteen immediately and we will buy the shares back!"

"Okay." Zhou Guanglong said excitedly when he heard this: "It's not unfair to spend this money. Once Luo Jiahong returns our shares, we spend fifteen to buy Sanxin's twenty shares! And these twenty shares can determine the future ownership of Sanxin Company! Our cards are getting better and better."

"Should you wait for the opportunity." Zhou Guangcai said with a smile: "I have been calm for a year, and I feel that some story is about to happen."

...

Inside the beach villa.

Luo Jiahong took the phone and contacted the lawyer he hired.

"Hello?"

"Brother Wen, I have to ask you for help!"

"You said, you said!"

"That's right. I have finished the negotiations with Zhou Group. They want to spend money to buy the shares from me, and I agree." Luo Jiahong whispered: "I want to invite you to stay in Xi'a for a few days. When Zhou's funds are raised, I will entrust you to come forward and sign a share transfer agreement with him. Then we can exchange the required documents by fax!"

"No problem." Lawyer Wen immediately responded: "This matter is very simple. I will carefully read the contract they issued and tell you what each clause means!"

"Okay, I'll trouble you." Luo Jiahong replied with a smile.

"This is my job, don't be polite!" Lawyer Wen glanced at his watch and said, "I'll book a flight ticket right now and be in Feixia!"

"OK!"

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

Luo Jiahong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the villa, looking at the blue sea and blue sky outside, and his suppressed emotions seemed to be released. He felt like he had removed his heavy burden and relaxed like never before.

Don’t think about the ownership of Sanxin!

The Marriott Shengshi who doesn’t think about anything threatening!

Let go of everything, but it doesn't seem that bad...

Luo Jiahong was in a little happy mood. He turned around and picked up the red wine and poured a glass of wine. He quietly looked at the beauty on the beach, the happy family of three, and the children playing beach football. The corners of his mouth unconsciously smiled.

"Di Lingling!"

The phone rings.

Luo Jiahong turned around and walked to the table, picked up the phone and saw a note name on the screen.

"Cooperator, Zhang!"

The pleasant phone ringing kept ringing. Luo Jiahong drank red wine, stared at the name on the screen, thought for more than ten seconds before he decisively hung up the phone and pressed the shutdown key.

...

Burmese d.

Chen Tianze lay on the bed, held the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My people can't find him, you can find a way to find him." Luo Jiajun's voice rang.

"He must have been hiding, and it's not easy for me to find him." Chen Tianze responded with a frown.

"...I understand his character, he is not gone, you and I will never sleep well!" Luo Jiajun responded in a low voice: "When he gave me shares, he took away fifteen suns! With this money, he is a wealthy outlaw, do you understand?"

Chen Tianze thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll think of a solution."

"that's all!"
Chapter completed!