While everyone was talking about it, Mo Bei and Mo Wen had already walked over.
"Xiao Bei, Xiao Wen." Joey came over with a smile, "I didn't expect you two to come too."
"Uncle Qiao's fiftieth birthday is such an important event, how can we not come?" Mo Bei raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled coldly, "We in the Mo family have never been unkind and unjust.
It’s cold, but my father’s body is still cold, so please don’t mind Uncle Qiao dressing up like this.”
"What?" Joey looked shocked, "Wen Xiu... is dead, you... why didn't you notify me!"
"Uncle Qiao, didn't you receive the notice? I called you personally, and your son answered the phone," Mo Bei said.
The guests around were paying attention to everyone, but when they heard about Mo Wenxiu's death, they all came over in surprise.
"That guy didn't tell me, damn it." Joey scolded angrily, "When he comes back, I will give him a good scolding. Xiaobei, don't be sad, Wen Xiu is no longer here, why not
With Uncle Qiao, he will treat you two as his own children from now on!"
As he said that, he stretched out his palm to hold Mo Bei's shoulder, patted it with a distressed expression, and raised the other hand to wipe his eyes, "This incident... is so sudden, I... I'm really a little worried
Can't accept it..."
Such superb acting skills, it would be a shame not to compete for an Oscar!
Mo Bei snorted coldly in his heart, but his face showed no emotion.
"My uncle said so. If my father knows something secretly, he will definitely smile. However, there is another matter that I still have to discuss with my uncle."
"What's going on?" Joey raised his face and looked at her.
"As for Mo's equity, I would like to know when you will officially hand it over to me."
A cold look flashed in Joey's eyes, but he smiled gently on his face, "Of course you can do it at any time. Those are yours, but Wen Xiu is not in good health, so I will manage them for him temporarily."
"Then, I won't disturb uncle's banquet." Mo Bei reached out to stop a passing waiter, took out a glass of wine from his tray, brought it to Joey, and touched his glass lightly, "
Happy birthday to Uncle Qiao. I wish you happiness every year and happiness every year."
"Thank you." Joey smiled and drank.
"Well, I'll meet the board of directors tomorrow." Mo Bei drank the wine in one gulp, turned around and left.
Watching a few people walk away, Joey raised his hand and wiped his eyes, "I'm sorry everyone, Qiao will excuse me for a while."
Wiping tears, he walked into the villa not far away. A close subordinate had already followed him downstairs. Taking the mobile phone handed over by him, he walked into the study on the second floor.
"Mr. Du Wei, it's me, Joey, Mo Wenxiu's daughter is back."
"Then what?"
"She wants her equity back."
On the other end of the phone, Du Wei chuckled softly, "Then just give it back to her."
"However, your contract has not been fully settled yet. If you return the equity to her at this time, it is very likely that all your previous efforts will be wasted." Joey said worriedly.
"Then just delay her for a few days."
"But, how can I delay? She just asked me to hand over my equity in front of everyone, and she will wait for me at the company tomorrow."
"You don't have to go."
"Everyone has seen it, I have to go."
"If you are sick or injured, don't you have to not go?"
Joey frowned, "Okay, but Mr. Du Wei, I can't delay for too long. You'd better handle all the contracts as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, everything is safe."
After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
