Gu Ruandong still didn't speak, and looked at the meeting room. Representatives represented by Zhao Ting raised their hands one by one. More than 50% of the shareholders agreed that he would withdraw from the board of directors and would no longer participate in any decision-making work of the Senbing Group.
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Xiao Cai's face turned green with anger, because some of them whom Gu Ruandong valued very much actually helped Zhao Tingxing.
The winner is the king and the loser is the loser. Gu Ruandong has been working in the mall for so many years. Of course he understands this truth. He cannot win every battle, so he accepts it calmly. Even when he walked out of the conference room, he suddenly turned around and faced him with a smile.
Zhao Tingxing said, "Congratulations."
It would be better not to say this congratulations, which made Zhao Tingxing feel uneasy. He always felt that the old fox had surrendered too quickly and might be thinking of some sinister trick behind his back. Therefore, although he won, he was not as happy as expected.
And he didn't dare to be too high-profile. After all, Senbing Group relied on the military for survival, which was different from his own company.
So at the celebration banquet in the evening, after inviting the people who should be invited and entertaining the people who should be entertained, he rarely restrained his flamboyant temper and stood aside quietly looking at the banquet hall.
Those who came were all celebrities from the political and business circles, and everyone addressed him as Mr. Zhao. His identity seemed to be gradually getting rid of the shackles of class, and he was moving up a level.
In the past, he would have been excited and involved in it, but after it actually happened, he realized that these were all illusions and he was not as happy as he imagined.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, I unconsciously flipped through my phone and sent out a message, mindlessly: Come over for a drink!
It was sent to Han Li, probably because she felt that she should be the only one in the world who could empathize with him about how difficult it was for him to walk from the mountains to this place.
Han Li quickly replied: No, I feel a little uncomfortable today.
He took back his phone and said nothing more.
The celebration party didn't end until 12 o'clock at night. The driver took him back to the hotel. When pressing the floor, he almost subconsciously pressed the 22nd floor, heading to 2203.
When I got to the door, my dizzy head finally came to my senses.
This city is unfamiliar to him. He doesn't even have a fixed residence. Every time he comes back, he stays in a suite on the top floor of this hotel.
But he didn't want to be alone tonight, so he went downstairs again and walked out of the hotel lobby. His driver hadn't left yet. When he saw him, he hurriedly came over and asked him where he was going.
I wanted to go find Han Li, but suddenly I realized that he knew nothing about her, not even her home address.
Without hiding it, I called her directly and asked, "What's your home address?"
The person's breath was weak, but he didn't refuse: "I will send you a WeChat message later."
Han Li is indeed ill. He has been feeling unwell since he came back from the southwest. It is probably due to the tension in the past few years, especially the past two years when he worked as a secretary for Gu Ruandong. Every day is fast-paced and highly stressful, so now
The string broke, and the body came back.
There was no major problem, but he was weak and had a low-grade fever intermittently.
Zhao Tingxing received her address and when he came in, she was drinking water at the bar. She was wearing a slippery silk suspender nightgown. Her skin was originally white, but now she looked even whiter due to illness, a pale white.
Every time Zhao Tingxing saw her before, she was always in high spirits. From her hair to her toes, everything was carefully taken care of. He had never seen her like this before. Her figure was still the same, but she looked like a ghost.