() The muscles in the corners of Zhang Jianxin's eyes were beating slightly. If he could move, he would have jumped up and yelled at Zhang Qiang. But the fear in his heart was far greater than the anger now, so when he saw Zhang Qiang standing next to him, there was sweat on his forehead.
Zhuqin became refreshed.
"Uncle, you should exercise more when you have nothing to do. Don't sit there and play mahjong all the time. Otherwise, your stomach will get bigger and bigger." As he spoke, Zhang Qiang gently patted Zhang Jianxin's stomach with one hand.
This action seemed normal, just a joke between the juniors and the elders. But Zhang Jianxin was so painful that he almost burst into tears because he felt like his internal organs were about to explode. Such a heart-wrenching drama
Pain was the first time he had tasted it in his life.
At this time, Zhang Qiang leaned down and whispered into his ear: "When I ask you to sign later, please cooperate. Otherwise, I will ask you to go to the hospital every now and then to repair the internal organs in your stomach. Repeat this until it can no longer be repaired.
Until it’s bad, do you understand?”
Zhang Jianxin finally couldn't help but shed tears. This was because he was scared to death.
Seeing that Fatty Zhang actually shed affectionate tears for Zhang Qiang, Zhang Jiantang almost fainted from anger. He really couldn't understand why the empire he worked so hard to run collapsed in an instant. Is this really God's will? Because
You did the evil first, now you have to take retribution?
After chatting with Zhang Jianxin, Zhang Qiang greeted another director, patted his shoulders as usual, and then lowered his head to chat for a few words. The director also responded with a smile and moved tears as usual. In this way, more than ten minutes passed, Zhang Qiang
I have said hello to all the directors, and without exception they nodded and smiled, some shed tears, some sweated...
Finally, Zhang Qiang returned to his seat, and at this time, the secretary to the board of directors had already come out with the drafted document. Zhang Jiantang wiped his sweat while looking at the document, finally finished reading it, and then reluctantly pushed it to the
In front of Zhang Qiang.
Zhang Qiang's eyes quickly scanned the documents. In addition to transferring the chairman's position and the company's legal person status to him, it also included a series of equity transfers. In fact, these equity shares originally belonged to Zhang Qiang's family, but after Zhang Jianming's accident, they were transferred to him.
Zhang Jiantang just robbed it under various pretexts.
This is just the return of the jade to Zhao.
"Sign." Zhang Qiang pushed the documents back. Zhang Jiantang gritted his teeth, took out his pen, and signed his name on all the documents. The secretary to the board of directors handed over his official seal, and Zhang Jiantang stamped it one after another, and then said to the table
He threw it up, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes.
"You also sign." Zhang Qiang raised his chin at the directors.
At this time, he has taken away the little puppetry skills, so the directors can all move and speak freely. But they are still sitting like wooden figures, their eyes wandering back and forth between Zhang Jiantang and Zhang Qiang. When they see the statue of Zhang Jiantang
As dejected as a defeated rooster, while Zhang Qiang looked at them aggressively, he no longer dared to hesitate at all, and they all nodded vigorously...
Once all documents are signed, they will officially come into effect. Although the subsequent handover process will take time, as long as there are no surprises in the process, it is certain that Zhang Qiang will become the head of Jianheng Group.
After signing, the directors left one after another. In an instant, only Zhang Qiang and Zhang Jiantang were still sitting in the conference room. At this time, Zhang Jiantang slowly raised his head, glanced at Zhang Qiang, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Qiang, before...
...I underestimated you..."
Zhang Qiang smiled slightly, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a bank card and threw it in front of Zhang Jiantang. "The official business is done, now let's deal with the private affairs."
"Private, private matter?" Zhang Jiantang looked at the bank card and didn't react for a moment.
"You should have returned the things just now, so I said it was business." Zhang Qiang said unhurriedly: "Now, what we want to talk about is how much is Zhang Chen's life worth?
It’s a private matter!”
"You..." Zhang Jiantang's face suddenly turned red, "Zhang Qiang, don't bully others too much!"
"You don't want to talk? Then I'm leaving!" Zhang Qiang stood up and walked towards the door. Zhang Jiantang hurriedly chased him and grabbed his arm, "Okay, let's talk. Can't we just talk?"
The two of them walked back to their original seats and sat down. Zhang Jiantang pondered for a moment and asked, "How much do you want?"
Zhang Qiang smiled: "You should tell me this. Whatever you think your son is worth is worth. I can't say."
Zhang Jiantang's face suddenly showed an expression of wanting to strangle Zhang Qiang, "In my eyes, my son's life is priceless! But you can't take away all my property just because of this!"
There was a hint of solemnity in Zhang Qiang's eyes, and he said coldly: "In my eyes, my parents' lives are also priceless. But didn't you take them all away too!"
In an instant, Zhang Jiantang was relieved...
"Okay... I only have more than 10 million in cash here now. If you want it, just take it all... If you think it's not enough, I will replenish it for you later, how about it?"
An imperceptible smile flashed across Zhang Qiang's face. He pretended to think about it, and then nodded: "Okay, you can transfer the money to this card now. After the money is received, I will take you to see Zhang Chen."
Zhang Jiantang shook his head helplessly, called the secretary to the board of directors, and asked her to go through the transfer procedures. An hour later, a text message popped up on Zhang Qiang's phone: "Fifteen million yuan has been transferred to your account...
..."
With a slight smile, Zhang Qiang stood up and said, "Let's go! Don't take the driver with you, drive yourself!"
"Okay, okay!" Zhang Jiantang agreed while quietly pressing a text message send button on his phone.
Of course, this action could not escape Zhang Qiang's eyes, but he just pretended not to see it and strode toward the elevator...
A black Mercedes-Benz left the Jianheng Building and drove westward out of Qianhai City. It was already afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and there were no clouds in the sky.
There were not many cars on the highway, so Zhang Jiantang looked at the rearview mirror while driving.
More than a hundred meters away from the Mercedes-Benz, a black off-road vehicle followed. It was Chen Fu's car. Looking at this car, Zhang Jiantang had a very complicated expression on his face. He was both relieved and aggrieved, and even more impatient.
.
Zhang Qiang looked sideways at Zhang Jiantang, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth...
Chen Fu came alone because he believed that such a small matter did not require the mobilization of troops. Moreover, this was originally his private work, so the benefits could not be shared with others.
However, before coming here, he had asked Feilun for instructions. As one of the confidants of the young master of the Qi Clan, he still had this loyalty. Although it was a private job, he never hid it from Feilun, because the relationship between the two of them was
The friendship has long been as close as brothers.
