Even if the development in the past two years is not good, these shares can still be fought.
But Ruan Guoqiang, a damn old guy, actually gave her only five percent!
He had 43% of Qingtian's shares in his hand, but he only gave her 5%!
What's the use of those real estate and that little money? She doesn't have to make a lot of money in the entertainment industry in recent years. What he wants is only the equity of Qingtian Real Estate from beginning to end!
Ruan Anqi gritted her teeth tightly, and hatred flowed out of her heart.
Zhou Tinglan was not as good as her to hide her emotions, and immediately fell down the division confirmation letter and stood up angrily.
"Guoqiang, what do you mean? Five percent? You only gave me five percent? I have worked hard for so many years without saying credit. I have been with you for so many years and have been with you for so many years. When the company was the most difficult, who was by your side and always with you?" Zhou Tinglan was so angry that her face turned pale.
However, Ruan Guoqiang just frowned tightly and looked at her impatiently, as if he was dissatisfied with her casual comment on her decision.
"In addition to this five percent, you also have three real estate in Yangcheng and 40 million movable property. These things are enough for you to live for the next life. What? How big is your appetite and how much do you want to be satisfied?" Ruan Guoqiang's face was full of anger.
He believed that he was kind enough to do his best.
After all, even if he is in poor health now, he is only in his early fifties, and there is still time.
No matter what, the most important thing is that it must be held in your own hands, and no one can easily believe it.
It is precisely because of hard times that I know how to cherish it better.
"I have a big appetite? I'm just for these property in your eyes!" Zhou Tinglan was so angry that she burst into tears. She was really worthy of being Ruan Anqi's biological mother. The tricks of the mother and daughter are exactly the same.
Zhou Tinglan cried and made a fuss, "I have been by your side for more than 20 years. In the past 20 years, I have accompanied you in the wind and rain. No matter what decision you make, I will support you 100% of all, but what about you? You have never regarded me as your wife at all! In your eyes, only your dead ex-wife, that is your original wife, and that is your wife's wife, right! Okay, since that's the case, what else do you want me to do, then go and live with your dead ex-wife!"
"What are you talking about? OK, you are cursing me to death! It's not a place yet, you can't wait for me to die, waiting for the family property to be divided, right?" Ruan Guoqiang slapped the table in anger, "No wonder you are so anxious to split the property. It turns out that it's not for An Qi, but for yourself!"
Zhou Tinglan simply collapsed on the ground and cried, "God, why is my life so miserable! I came to Nancheng thousands of miles away, and a woman pulled a child to join you. As a result, you didn't say anything you promised me. Now you still have to quarrel with me because of your ex-wife who has been dead for 800 years. You don't think of me as your wife at all. What's the point of my life? What's the point of my life?"
When Zhou Tinglan quarreled, her words and actions were full of a strong sense of city, just like a middle-aged woman standing on the street and cursing, she did not have the "lucky aura" she carefully disguised in her daily life.