When the founder of Han Group signed such a contract, his original intention was to protect the interests of the shareholders who participated in the shares at the time, but he did not expect that it would now become an obstacle to eradicating Liu Dongsheng.
With this agreement, unless Liu Dongsheng takes the initiative to sell his shares to Han Style, there is no other way.
With a cold look in his eyes, Han Shaoqi stared at the black and white document in front of him and said calmly, "Dad, don't worry, Liu Dongsheng, I have many ways to make him hand over his shares."
The young figure exudes ruthlessness, decisiveness, determination and composure, which are the traces left by the years.
When Father Han saw that Han Shaoqi had an idea, he said no more.
Sometimes, to survive in a weird shopping mall, not just relying on the righteous side can solve all problems.
The bones and blood left from the body have finally grown up, gained responsibility, and can stand alone.
After staying in the company for a period of time, Han Shaoqi did not return to the villa where his father and mother lived, but returned to Blue River Hospital and the ward where he had stayed for three and a half months.
Since she said those hurtful words last time, she has never been here again.
Han Shaoqi dragged his exhausted body and lay on the bed covered with snow-white sheets. Lying there, her elegant scent seemed to be permeating the air.
Qingjun's face was filled with endless longing for her at this moment.
Although she once came to him with a purpose, no one can ever replace the warmth and heartbeat she gave him.
I still clearly remember my heart beating violently when we first met.
It turns out that his love for her has already penetrated deep into his bones.
No matter what she had done to herself, during the period of coma, she took good care of herself and made up for it all.
No girl can stay with a vegetative person who may never wake up without knowing the future.
At least, apart from her, I have never seen anyone else with such courage.
Yaoyao, I really miss you and want to say sorry to you.
It's all my fault for making you sad.
The person lying on the bed, immersed in longing, did not notice the figure flashing past the door.
With tears in his eyes, he stared at the person inside the door.
He clearly warned himself that just one look would be enough, but his steps were still there and he refused to leave.
He stared at the figure with a tired face on the bed, his heart overflowing with distress.
Hearing the sound of footsteps in the distance, Huangfu Yao was about to find a place to hide, but he found that the caregiver with a sweet smile was coming towards him.
He looked at Huangfu Yao with surprised eyes, and was about to scream, but Huangfu Yao covered it with his hands first, shook his head at the young girl, and motioned for her to speak in a low voice.
The care girl nodded, indicating that she understood, and then Huangfu Yao let go of his hand and pulled the girl towards another room.
"You miss him so much, why don't you go in and see him?" From a distance, he could see Huangfu Yao lying at the door, but he had no intention of going in.
His expression instantly turned sad, and Huangfu Yao slowly shook his head.
The girl was so sensible that she stopped talking about this topic. Looking at the tears still in Huangfu Yao's eyes, and thinking of the stories circulating in the hospital these days, she seemed to understand something.
Patting Huangfu Yao's back, his soft voice comforted, "It's okay, everything will pass."