Meng Xiaojun also wanted to ask this question. He also had never heard anyone say that there was a cousin named Jiang Zhihao in his family.
"I have to go back and ask my dad. A cousin appeared out of nowhere." Meng Xiaojun said angrily: "Also, don't go out with me recently. I don't know if this guy will
Report it. If he does report it, don’t say you know me!"
The charming woman was furious: "Meng Xiaojun, you bastard, didn't I get into this business just because of you?"
The two quarreled and left, and parted ways at the entrance of the hospital very unhappy.
After returning home, Meng Xiaojun quickly ran into the living room and saw his father, Meng Zhenzhong, practicing calligraphy there.
When he looked up and saw his son coming back, Meng Zhenzhong continued writing and said, "Why are you back so early today? It's rare. Isn't it possible that the money has been overdrawn again?"
Meng Xiaojun went over and said, "Dad, do I have a cousin named Jiang Zhihao?"
"Jiang Zhihao? This name sounds familiar. Where did you see it?" Meng Zhenzhong asked.
"It's in the second uncle's ward." Meng Xiaojun replied.
Meng Zhenzhong seemed to have remembered something, and he said, "The person you are talking about may be your sister-in-law's child. Didn't I tell you before that if the family's property needs to be divided, your sister-in-law's share must have an heir."
"Is that him? Then this guy is here to divide our property?" Meng Xiaojun became even more upset when he heard this: "Then he is so arrogant as if he is worth 250,000 to 800,000 yuan. I thought he was some big shot!"
"Why, did he offend you?" Meng Zhenzhong asked.
Meng Xiaojun did not dare to say anything else about himself, except that he went to the ward to deliver a message and was beaten by Jiang Zhihao.
Seeing the slap marks on his son's face, Meng Zhenzhong's face darkened: "Who is Jiang Zhihao? He dares to do something to my son. He is so impatient! We didn't ask him to come because we didn't want to see his face. We can't understand the situation.
Something! Don’t worry, dad will definitely seek justice for you in this matter!”
Meng Xiaojun was secretly happy after hearing this. He didn't dare to offend Jiang Zhihao, but it would be different if his father took action.
As a powerful figure in the Meng family, once grandpa dies, Meng Zhenzhong will be the next head of the Meng family.
You are the one who comes back to inherit the inheritance, if you dare to offend the next head of the family, then you will still get it, okay?
While talking, Meng Zhenzhong took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Meng Shufeng's dividend for this quarter has been cancelled. Yes, not a penny will be given. If anyone wants to talk, let him come to me."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Xiaojun chuckled and said, "Dad, you are very cruel now. My second uncle needs money for medical treatment right now. If you cut off the dividends to him, the whole family will have to drink the northwest wind."
"It doesn't matter if you drink the northwest wind, just sell the house. Didn't Meng Shufeng save money to buy two houses a few years ago?" Meng Zhenzhong said indifferently.
Meng Shufeng did buy two houses, but both houses were still paying off loans. He basically had no savings on a daily basis and relied entirely on family dividends every quarter to support them.
Without this dividend, even if he had not been in a car accident, he would have been under great pressure.
Five minutes later, Fei Hongdan received a call from his family.
After learning that the dividends had been cut off, she almost jumped up.