It had only been a few months since I last saw him, and there were already a lot of gray hairs on Ling Ao's head. He must have been suffering from what happened during this period.
"Dad." Leng Xuan called out. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know where to start.
Ling Ao smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Why are you the only one back? Where is my precious daughter?"
Leng Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "She has something to do and can't leave. I will definitely bring her back to see you next time."
"Well, let's talk when we get in the car." Ling Ao nodded.
Sitting in the car, Leng Xuan asked: "Dad, I heard about the company. Is everything okay at home?"
Ling Ao said with a carefree smile: "It's all good. If the money is gone, we can make more money. Besides, after selling off all the company's properties, in addition to the debts to be repaid, there is still some balance, which is enough for our family to live. Before coming, I
I went to see the old man and he told me that after all these years of busy work, now that this is the case, it’s better to just let it go. There is no need to fight with others anymore and it’s not bad to live a normal life. When I think about it carefully, this doesn’t make any sense.
Wrong, anyway, you and your wife are not interested in taking over this family business, so what’s the point of making it bigger if I make it."
"Dad, it's best if you think so." Leng Xuan said, "Xue Jiu and I both have our own careers, so you don't have to worry about us. As long as you live well, Xue Jiu and I will be relieved."
Originally, he was planning to stand up for Ling Ao and find a way to reverse the situation. However, since Ling Ao had looked away, there was no need for him to intervene anymore. In fact, Ling Ao was right. No matter how big the company was, he and Ling Xue
It is impossible for even Jiu Jiu to take over. Apart from him and Xue Jiu, the Ling family has no other descendants, so it is impossible for the company to be passed on to outsiders.
What's more, with his current status, money and fame are just a cloud, and they are not taken seriously by him at all.
At noon, accompanied by Zhao Xiaoqing, the three of them had lunch, and Leng Xuan accompanied Ling Ao to the hotel to rest.
At about two o'clock, the two drove to a branch in Beijing, and the person in charge of receiving them was Guan Xiong.
"Mr. Ling, Mr. Leng, please come in."
Arriving at the spacious office, Ling Ao asked, "When will they come here?"
Guan Xiong said: "I just contacted them. They are already on the way and will be here soon." After a pause, he hesitated and said: "Mr. Ling, there is something... I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome."
"Don't be hesitant. If you have something to say, just say it."
"It's like this. We also have a villa in our property in Beijing. Mr. Ling, according to your request, we will not mortgage that villa, but the other party requires that the villa be included in the mortgage contract."
"No." Ling Ao refused without even thinking, "There's no need to talk about this."
Leng Xuan was quite curious and said: "Dad, you still have a villa in the capital? Why haven't I heard you mention it?"
Ling Ao said: "Then the place where Xuejiu's mother and I fell in love, we lived there when we were young. Since we went abroad and moved back to Baiyun City, that villa has been empty and no one lives there. We
Just keep it there as a thought, and you can go back and look at it when you get older."
Leng Xuan nodded. If this was the case, the villa was indeed of commemorative significance. If it were him, he would not mortgage it.
Ling Ao glanced at Guan Xiong and asked, "That villa is worth tens of millions at most, what does Yuhong want to do?"