Xun Lang sat down, leaned back slightly, and asked a seemingly unrelated question.
"Dad, what do you think power is?"
Ji Nanyun has been using power all his life, but he has never thought about this issue deeply because his power is innate.
Born into a famous family and married into a famous family, his authority continued to expand, and he could even dominate anyone, but he never thought about where the power came from and where it would end.
He said: "I want to hear what you have to say, the future leader of the Ji family."
The first real heart-to-heart talk between father and son happened under such circumstances, which made many people a little bit sad.
"What is power? The power in my eyes is the ability to see anyone's secrets without permission."
"As long as this person has a secret, he has no power and cannot reach places."
Ji Nanyun smiled coldly: "So, you controlled the royalists because you collected clues about them?"
"Yes." Xun Lang's eyes were clear, "You taught me this, spy on them and control them."
"I taught you this?!" Ji Nanyun was angry: "When did I spy on you?!"
"No?" Xun Lang pushed the white envelope forward, "Then what is this?"
Ji Nanyun took it over and poured out the small things in the envelope. Two black electronic components rolled out.
It's a bug.
"This...how did you find out?"
Xun Lang: "Tang Yili's father got divorced and was pestered by the paparazzi. Why did your news come so quickly?"
Ji Nanyun's eyes suddenly shrank, and the arrogance he had just felt suddenly diminished.
"When I was an athlete, you collected information about me everywhere and entered the Ji family. I never expected that you would let me go and give me freedom."
"I just didn't expect that you not only installed bugs in my car, but also in Tang Yili's car."
Xun Lang clasped his hands and said softly: "So, I learned all the methods of dealing with the royalists from you."
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The news of Ji Nanyun's retirement was first copied to an email sent to all employees. After the exposure of this internal email, it quickly occupied the financial pages.
Ji's public relations department immediately became busy, with media announcements, shareholder announcements, employee announcements, and a series of three consecutive operations to appease all parties.
In one day, the Ji family changed owners, and the whole country knew about it.
However, Xun Lang, who is acting as the interim executive chairman, is still a senior manager and will not be considered in office until the shareholders' meeting is held six months later for formal re-election.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, this father-son handover has been very smooth. The stock market has not been turbulent, the company has not laid off employees, and there are no problems. However, only the senior Ji family members who have experienced the board meeting can understand the change of power.
of thrilling.
Chen Sheng stayed in his original position. When he was about to get off work, he took the compiled documents and handed them over to Xun Lang.
Those were all projects stopped by Ji Nanyun, including investment in Fengtang Group.
Chen Sheng said: "Previously, the board of directors' evaluation was relatively objective, because Fengtang's assets depreciate quickly and have low profits. It is an enterprise with a relatively low conversion rate in the traditional industry. There is a reason not to invest."
Xun Lang flipped through the documents, and unconsciously thought of Tang Yili's instinctive resistance to becoming a mother in the hospital this morning, which made his heart hurt for no reason.
Giving birth to their common child is a woman's greatest trust in a man.
Xun Lang asked himself, he had given all his love to Tang Yili, but why he still couldn't get her full trust.
Just because of this, she said that she loved him, and the purity was only 99%. For ordinary people, this was enough to move the world.
But in Xun Lang's perception, the difference of 0.01 seconds is the difference between being recorded in history or being wiped out by everyone; the 0.01% shareholding ratio is the key vote that determines life or death.
Therefore, the feelings that Tang Yi gifted him with courtesy can only be said regrettably to be defective in quality.
Seeing that Xun Lang didn't say a word, Chen Sheng thought that he had talked too much. Just when he wanted to make up for it, he saw Xun Lang pick up his pen and sign his name at the end of the document.
He said indifferently: "Restart the investment project in Fontang. First, occupy a seat in their shareholders' meeting. Later, if appropriate, increase the investment amount and expand the proportion of shares."
Chen Sheng did not dare to refute, and only asked: "What does discretion mean later?"
"Do it in secret."
Chen Sheng shuddered and said, "Yes."
Several more people came in one after another to report. After listening, it was dark outside and the president's office was brightly lit. There were two secretaries who were not off work. They were dedicated to serving the president. They could not get off work until the president left.
Xun Lang sat back on the executive chair, tilted his head slightly upward, curled his palms into fists, and rubbed his forehead fiercely.
After a day's experience, I was extremely exhausted. Even though I was an athlete, I felt a little unbearable at the moment and had a splitting headache.
With his eyes closed tightly, Xun Lang rested for a while, and suddenly the phone rang.
Tang Yili called him and asked him: "Would you like to come back for dinner? Sister Yu has cooked a lot of dishes."
Xun Lang raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, "Have you not eaten yet?"
"Yeah. I want to wait for you to eat together."
Tang Yili's voice on the phone was muffled. Xun Lang remembered that when he came back from the hospital, Tang Yili spoke with a nasal sound. He didn't know if he had caught a cold.
"I'll go back right away. If you're hungry, eat first."
But Tang Yili insisted on waiting for him.
Xun Lang put away the documents on the table, picked up his coat, and walked out.
There was a bit of a traffic jam during the evening rush hour, and the driver was driving stumblingly. When he was still two intersections away from home, he stopped at a red light again. Xun Lang turned his head and happened to see a drugstore on the street.
Not sure if he had any cold medicine at home, Xun Lang asked the driver to pull over and go down to buy some medicine.
When I got home, it was exactly a quarter past nine.
The sound of Xun Lang unlocking the door alarmed Tang Yili. She ran out of the bedroom and saw a tall figure bending to change her slippers.
My heart suddenly felt warm.
Tang Yili walked over, took the white plastic bag in his hand, and took a look.
"What's this?"
"Cold medicine, I hear you have a nasal sound when you speak, prepare some in advance so that you are prepared."
Tang Yili felt warm and put the medicine in the medicine box under the kitchen island.
Xun Lang didn't change his clothes, washed his hands, came out, and sat directly at the dining table. The food was just right and Sister Yu had heated it before she left.
Tang Yili urged Xun Lang to eat quickly. Xun Lang held his chopsticks and asked her: "Have you taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor?"
That's trauma medicine, smear type.
Tang Yili's face suddenly felt hot. He lowered his head to fillet the fish and muttered, "I applied it once. I happened to have my period in the afternoon, so I probably won't be able to apply it again."
By the time my aunt left, her injuries had healed, and the medicine had been prescribed in vain. From this point of view, the battle to go to the hospital in the morning was somewhat fussy and had no real effect, but it created a strange atmosphere between the two of them.