When it comes to impressions and emotions, this Xiaoshan villa, which has special significance in Baicheng, is far less profound than the old secretary's three-story foreign-style building. But here lives his grandfather and cheap aunt who cannot avoid it in his life.
The relationship with his grandfather was largely based on struggle and confrontation. In the previous twenty-one years of his life, Chu He didn't even feel that there was much difference between the father of his biological mother whom he had never met before and the old secretary. Loving? The old secretary never
Not to speak ill of Chu He and protect him? Mr. Xiao entrusted the custody of Chu He to his cheap aunt who was three years older than him. Not to mention loving him in every detail.
In fact, the relationship between Chu He and Mr. Xiao had been at a tense stage until his death.
When Chu He, who was still in the army's devil training, heard the bad news from Xiaoshan Villa, he didn't react much. He completed the rest of the training under the surprised eyes of his leaders, and until he packed up his luggage and stepped on the military vehicle back to the city, his tears finally burst out.
It's flowing down like a stream. It can't be stopped no matter what.
Dead?
The old man who had been fighting with him for more than ten years just left like this?
He has always been physically strong and full of energy. How could he leave so easily?
Chu He understood the meaning of close relatives overnight, and it seemed as if he had grown up and matured overnight. He understood that the love between flesh and blood can never be erased, even if you try to avoid it or refuse to accept it, it will always be with you forever.
Can't get rid of it.
Phew.
Throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, Chu He slowly walked to the door that he had detoured from in the early years, raised his arm, and knocked gently.
Dong Dong.
"Come in."
An emotionless voice came from inside the room.
Click.
Chu He opened the door and walked to the study room in the suite.
The study room is not as big as expected. It is basically the same size as an ordinary company manager's study room. The bookcases behind him are filled with all kinds of books. Chu He knows that the woman is not arty, but really knows how to read carefully every book she is interested in or needs.
There are books to read. There is a pot of green plants at the door of the study, which is very neatly trimmed. It is not as unique as those gardeners show off. It is very simple, but it also has an air of rigor.
Overall, this study looks like an old-fashioned one, rather than the beautiful woman in front of me who exudes mature beauty but lives like a robot.
Chu He looked around and saw a woman working at her desk, wearing a pair of glasses with transparent frames on her white jade cheeks. Judging from the thickness of the lenses, the woman's vision should not be a problem, but working with glasses would be more comfortable and smooth.
Her jet-black hair was simply tied up on her head, instead of being carefully processed like movie stars even when it was tied up, trying to achieve the best visual effect.
The reason she left the hall was to change into clean clothes. The dress she was wearing at this moment was indeed not the women's suit she had worn before. Instead, it was work clothes worn to work?
So what do you do when you run in?
Chu He coughed lightly, pretended to knock on the open door, and walked inside.
"Get out." The woman said in a steady tone without raising her head. Because her voice was naturally blurry and magnetic, it really sounded like a robot.
Chu He opened his mouth and was about to retort when the woman who never raised her head said simply: "Wash your face and come in again."
It is ineffective to talk to someone who has drunk too much and is delirious. He can repeat a sentence countless times, and he can also ask you to repeat a sentence countless times. It is a waste of time and energy.
Isn’t the birth of robots just to save time and store physical strength?
Chu He wisely exited the study, washed his face in the bathroom of the suite, smoked another cigarette to refresh himself, and then returned to the study.
This time he sat directly opposite the woman, staring at the documents on the table casually.
There are a lot of them. They are piled up like a mountain, but they are arranged in categories in an orderly manner. It proves that the woman is an extremely rigorous and even demanding workaholic.
After waiting patiently for five minutes, the woman put down the pen in her hand, took off her glasses, and pointed at the jasmine tea in front of Chu He: "Drink."
Chu He didn't object. Drinking too much would indeed make your mouth dry. He drank half a cup of warm fragrant tea in one gulp, smacked his mouth and said, "Do you have a problem with me?"
The woman didn't answer. She picked up a document from the table and handed it to Chu He: "Signed."
Chu He was slightly startled, opened the document, glanced at it a few times, and asked curiously: "You want me to work in this company?"
The woman's face was expressionless, her red lips slightly parted: "Is there a problem?"
"Of course there is a problem." Chu He explained. "I already have a job."
"I know." The woman said simply.
"I really like my current job. It's unrestricted and there are a group of lovely students." Chu He said. "You asked me to be the executive director of this company. I don't think I am qualified."
"You can learn." The woman said with a flat look. "I will teach you."
"I don't like doing this kind of work at all." Chu He shook his head and frowned.
"It only takes a year," the woman said.
"Why?" Chu He asked in surprise.
How many people dream of being the executive director of a superior company? But you don’t have to do it after one year. What kind of approach is this?
The woman handed him the second document.
Chu He opened it and looked at it, his brows furrowed deeper: "President of the company?"
The woman then handed him a third document.
"Board of directors shareholders? Twenty percent of the shares?"
The fourth copy.
"Vice Chairman of the Board of Directors? Fifty-one percent of the shares?"
The fifth copy.
"Chairman of the Board? Ninety-five percent of the shares?"
Chu He had a splitting headache. He pressed his right ear and looked at the woman opposite the desk in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"Five years later, everything will be yours." The woman sat upright on the chair and stared at Chuhe calmly. Her eyes were exactly the same as those in the car. She was calm and without any emotion at all.
"Then what are you doing?" Chu He asked in disbelief.
Ninety-five percent of the shares? According to Chu He’s calculations, in five years he will become one of the richest young people in Baicheng and even the South. He will be worth at least 100 billion!
The Xiao family is a family business. In a sense, there is no need for a so-called board of directors. The reason why several elders who have fought with Mr. Xiao in the world are admitted to the board of directors is just a formality. When a big problem arises, refer to the opinions of the elders.
, just for show, but the right to speak and the decision-makers are still the successors of the Xiao family group.
It can be said that once Chu He takes up the chairmanship of the board of directors according to the woman's request, he will become a new generation of super rich people in China and even Asia's business world!
The woman still stared into Chu He's eyes like a robot and said calmly: "What do I need to do?"
"You are the heir chosen by grandpa. Shouldn't these companies, shares and businesses be controlled by you?" Chu He said unexpectedly.
Is this woman sick?
Throwing hundreds of billions of assets to yourself out of thin air? What kind of thing is this?
No, this must be a conspiracy!
Maybe as soon as she signs, the gunman arranged by her will suddenly appear and shoot her to death!
"Who said that?" The woman stared into Chu He's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his soul.
"Grandpa has been teaching you life and business since you were a child. Isn't this natural and natural? What's more, grandpa changed your surname to Xiao when you were ten years old. How could you not see such an obvious entrustment with your intelligence?
What's the purpose?" Chu He said racking his brains.
"You are running away." The woman said emotionlessly.
"What am I running from?" Chu He asked. "Why should I run away?"
"You're afraid."
"What am I afraid of? Why should I be afraid?"
"Sign." The woman picked up the first document and handed it to Chu He.
"I won't sign." Chu He retracted his arm.
"A man stands at thirty," the woman said.
"I'm already very established." Chu He said seriously. "I don't need money to support my appearance."
"You are Mr. Xiao's only heir." The woman's tone became serious.
"Then what are you?" Chu He curled his lips. "Who doesn't know that you are at the helm of the Xiao family?"
"I picked it up." The woman answered like a robot, her face calm.
Chu He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. He subconsciously took out his cigarette case and was about to light one when a woman's plain voice sounded in his ears again: "No smoking here."
Frustrated, Chu He took back the cigarette and suddenly looked up and asked, "If I sign and become the head of the Xiao family, can I smoke here?"
The woman was rarely speechless and finally nodded: "Yes."
"If I sign, do I not have to be afraid of you?"
"yes."
"If I sign, will you no longer be able to tell me what to do, let alone look at me?" Chu He became more and more excited as he talked. The shadow of his childhood seemed to be slowly disappearing. It was like getting a double hundred in an exam.
as proud as a child.
"No." The woman finally stopped answering Chu He like a repeater.
"Why?" Chu He was anxious. "I am a billionaire! I am the head of the Xiao family! I am the chairman of the board of directors! I am also the sole heir of this Xiaoshan villa! Why do you point your fingers at me? Why do you look down on me?
