From Tokyo to Geneva, from Lausanne to Rio de Janeiro, from Boston to Venezuela... In just over a year, Huang Xiaojue's journey spanned several continents... The problem is, in the end, no one knew where he was.
It was even impossible to trace who exactly appeared there.
"According to investigation, Huang Xiaojue has used at least five different passports. I don't know why he was so well prepared..."
Everyone exchanged glances, and their eyes fell on the picture of a very famous Swiss bank. Everyone felt uneasy in their hearts.
What mystery is hidden here?
Huang Xiaojue has been lurking in the Zhou family for four or five years. Before that, he had been a famous figure in the business world. In the past few years, has he mastered countless shocking truths?
There was silence in the conference room.
For a long time, no one dared to say anything.
Everyone has a vague premonition that the last big storm is coming: if it really comes, it is difficult to predict whether everyone here can escape it.
Finally, someone spoke up and questioned: "Does Huang Xiaojue really have such a great ability?"
"At the beginning, I felt that it was a huge mistake to let him serve as the top decision-maker of the seven-member decision-making committee. However, there was no choice. Both sides recommended him and let him sit on this throne..."
Once he became the group's top person responsible for economic decisions, he naturally had access to many secrets that the outside world could not imagine.
Lao Zhang remained silent amidst everyone's discussion.
He put his hands behind his back and just stood up and walked around.
After the meeting, he and his two sons drove home.
The low-key modified car has all the security measures. The car with the security team behind it is also tight.
The driver stopped the car and as soon as he got home, his old wife came out.
"Old Zhang, come and wash up. Dinner will be served soon."
He washed it casually, sat on the sofa, saw something on the coffee table, picked it up and took a look.
It is clearly written on it: "I invite my aunt and uncle and my whole family to attend the wedding on x, month, x, year x..."
The table had been set, and Mrs. Zhang came to invite her husband to dinner. Seeing him staring at the wedding invitation in a daze, she smiled and said: "This is the wedding invitation that the eldest sister personally sent today. She also sent many small gifts, which are snacks that we liked in the early years. Some of them are
I couldn’t find many of them, but I didn’t expect that she could actually get them..."
Lao Zhang still stared at this wedding invitation.
The wedding invitations were not overly luxurious, and the banquet was also low-key. It was definitely not the outside world imagined that a wealthy family marrying their daughter-in-law, with grand affairs, a display of luxury cars, gold, betrothal gifts, etc... No, it was just a small internal gathering.
Very, very low-key and simple.
It’s really just a matter of telling relatives and friends.
"I never thought that Donglin's wedding would be so simple. After all, this is the eldest sister's only son... The eldest sister explained that her daughter-in-law is pregnant and doesn't want her to be too tired. Marriage is the most important thing anyway.
It's a matter of mutual love, whether they care or not is secondary... Lao Zhang, look at this place, it's obviously an internal party. It is indeed the old lady's usual style..."
Lao Zhang suddenly spoke, calmly: "Do you still remember the grand scene of a hundred tables when Wang Dongmei got married?"
Mrs. Zhang was startled.
"This...yes, I remembered that when Dongmei's wedding banquet was held with 100 tables, the whole city was shocked. It was said to be the most luxurious wedding in history...there were countless guests...However, the eldest sister is old.
It’s understandable that I don’t have the heart to care…”
Lao Zhang said calmly: "I'm afraid it's not the elder sister who doesn't want to take care of it, but Wang Donglin himself who doesn't want to take care of it."
"Why?"
Lao Zhang casually put the wedding invitation on the table and said no more.
Seeing that he was worried, Mrs. Zhang didn't dare to ask any more questions. She never interfered with work matters. She just immediately ordered the nanny at home: "Serve the meal, serve the meal... Bring the hot soup..."
(After the climax of the last story, the book comes to an end! It’s time to enter the finale.)
