Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The fifth hospital, VIP ward.

"Foreign companies account for 15% of the shares. This part of the shares, Mr. Jiang also wants to take back when he is alive." Qiao Nanchu shook his head "but it is basically impossible."

He gave Jiang Zhi a copy of the information he found: "The Jiang family’s side branches accounted for 9%, and the rest are in the hands of the Jiang family. The old man’s will is not disclosed to the public. How is this 76% divided? Only your Jiang family know."

Jiang Zhi is sitting on the sofa with the infusion stand behind him, with a needle on the back of his left hand, and holding a pen in his right hand: "Me and Jiang Xiaolin are 18% each, and the rest is divided into quarters. Xu Jiuru's share has been transferred to me."

In other words, Jiang Fuxi, Jiang Fuli, and Jiang Weier each hold 10%.

"This part," Jiang Zhi circled the 9% of Jiang's side branches, with the tip of the pen pointed on it, "At least 5% should be Xu Jiuru's."

Qiao Nanchu raised one leg, and the document rested on his knee: "How do you say?"

"Xu Jiuru dared to transfer her share to me, it means that she must have left behind. When I have no effect, she will support Jiang Xiaolin and kick me out."

The phone that Jiang Zhi put on the table rang. It was a memo reminding Zhou Xufang to eat folic acid.

He sent a WeChat message to Zhou Xufang and continued: "Jiang Xiaolin already holds 18% in his hand. The remaining three shares are only 10% in Weir's hand. Xu Jiuru is absolutely sure to move, and I also have 28% in my hand. , To stabilize my head, she will definitely hide her privately."

"So?" Qiao Nanchu didn't know what he planned.

A small amount of ink fainted under the pen tip and smudged on the number 9: "You have to let Xu Jiuru spit out this part first."

Xu Jiuru's life-saving card, how easy it is to spit out.

Jiang Zhi picked up the phone and dialed: "Tang Xiang is responsible for the Qiming Fund project."

"Yes, Shao Jiang."

He hung up the phone and went to listen to Zhou Xufang's voice.

Qiao Nanchu sat, watching him in his spare time: "What are you doing?"

"Xu Jiu as taught," he said, "killing someone with a knife."

He put the phone to his ear, Zhou Xufang's well-behaved voice came: "Okay."

Jiang's old house.

There was coughing in the room.

Jiang Chuan entered the room: "Old lady, the fifth lady is here."

Jiang Weier also entered the house.

The windows in the room were closed, the sun could not come in, and the light was a little dark.

Xu Jiuru sat up from the bed and called her: "Weir, come here."

Jonville walked to the bed.

Xu Jiuru has been ill in bed for several days, his body is very sick, and his eye sockets are deeply sunken: "What happened to you today?"

"Nothing." She replied lightly.

Xu Jiuru pulled her to her side: "Why are you suddenly mentioning your brother and sister?" She had no strength, and she spoke softly, "Are you still complaining about me?"

Jiang Weier did not speak.

Xu Jiuru thought she was in the wrong mood because of Xiao Linshu's affairs, and sighed and said: "It's better to complain, it's better than complaining about yourself, cough cough cough."

She covered her mouth and coughed, her lungs were uncomfortable, she couldn't straighten her back, and her back buckled.

"Why are you coughing so hard?" Jiang Weier's eyes were sour, his head lowered, and he sat on the bedside to give her comfort.

"I'm old, my body is dead."

She is old, she is in her seventies.

"Have you taken medicine?"

Xu Jiuru said that he had eaten it: "Shiyu said I was overworried and the medicine was not good."

Worrying too much?

Worried about how to engage the Lu family, thinking about how to rectify Jiangzhi?

"Brother Zhi," Jiang Weier closed his voice halfway through.

Xu Jiuru asked: "What happened to him?"

The balance in his heart was constantly swaying, and who was right and wrong, and who was not relatives, all became a ball. Jiang Weier struggled for a while and remained silent for a long time and said, "Nothing."

Gui asked at the door, if the temperature of the medicine is good, do you want to bring it in.

Jonville got up and went out first.

Xu Jiuru told Gui to bring the medicine in, and then asked Jiang Chuan: "What is Zhi brother doing?"

"This morning, he went to see Dong Ming from Baide Equipment."

Baide Equipment is a long-term partner of Lujia.

"He is finally going to do it."

She was about to do what she wanted. The excitement in her eyes was hard to suppress. The turbid and dull pupils were like a fire eager to try: "Jianzhi is the person I taught by one hand. I know the best way. But if he moves really Ge, the Lu family’s birthday is coming to an end."

Jiang Chuan agreed, saying that he can rest easy in the future.

An pillow?

Everyone else has done evil and can't rest easy, but the other way around is how to get to her.

Jiang Weier stood outside holding the medicine bowl and did not enter the house. After a long time, she gave the medicine bowl to Gui: "You take it in, don't mention me."

Gui nodded.

Jiang Weier walked outside the courtyard and heard Luo Changfang talking on the phone, his voice was high and emotional.

"Don't want to take over?"

"Beware of her. If you are found, not only you, but I will also have to go in for prison food."

"That money, you better bite me tight."

Jiang Weier shook his head.

This is the Jiang family, a muddy swamp.

Zhou Group.

Knocking, knocking, knocking.

"Please come in."

The director of the marketing department, Liu Yitong, came in.

He handed a document to the desk: "Mr Tang, this is the project information of the Qiming Fund."

Tang wanted to have slight myopia. She put on her glasses and scanned it roughly: "What about the financial data?"

"That part of the information is in the hands of Mr. Wu."

"Call Wu Ting here." Tang Xiang finished speaking, and the internal telephone rang.

The secretary came in.

"President Tang, the person in charge of the Jiang family is here."

There is a cooperation case between Zhou and Jiang.

"Invite him in." Tang Xiang hung up the phone and confessed to Liu Yitong, "You go first, and I will talk to her after Wu Ting is over."

"Then I'll go busy."

As soon as Liu Yitong opened the door of the office, he saw a familiar face. That cooperation project is not a big project, so he needs to come in person? He was very surprised: "Mr. Jiang."

Tang wanted to hear it, and raised his head: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Xiaolin entered the office and closed the door smoothly: "I'll sign the contract."

"Just send a business manager over."

He was familiar with the road, and sat down on the sofa directly opposite her: "Just passing by, just drop by."

Tang Xiang didn't ask him which way he followed, and took the contract and sat down: "Look, there are any questions you can ask."

It was the first time to discuss business with her face to face.

Jiang Xiaolin flipped through the contract in his hand and was in a good mood.

Tang Xiang dialed an inside line: "Bring two cups of coffee and bring them in, one cup without sugar."

He doesn't like sweetness.

When he was freshman, because of debt problems, Tang wanted to run him for a little half a year, but he felt his preferences thoroughly.

When the coffee came in, Jiang Xiaolin's contract turned a page. He took a leisurely posture, drank the coffee with his legs cocked, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside.

Tang wanted to sit for a while: "Have you finished watching?"

He turned a page unhurriedly: "No."

"Then take your time."

Tang wanted to go back to deal with the things at hand, and when there was someone else in the office, what should he do?

Jiang Xiaolin thinks she looks pretty with glasses. She is short-sighted, but she doesn't like wearing glasses at ordinary times. Sometimes she squints at people.

He didn't know when his eyes moved from the contract to her, and then he didn't move away.

Her habit is the same as when she was studying, and she likes to write: "I have read the performance plan you made, and my suggestion is to include the utilization of raw materials in the assessment."

"Try to calculate for a few months first to see if the difference from the original plan is big."

"Okay, you set a meeting and talk about it then."

She hung up the phone, and when she answered the email, there was only the sound of typing on the keyboard in the office.

Jiang Xiaolin's gaze moved from her face to her leg again, A-line skirt, black stockings, and high heels, unlike her eighteen-year-old.

"Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door outside.

Tang wanted to say, "Please come in."

The man who came in was a man in a suit and leather shoes, dressed very formally, with his hair combed back, meticulously.

It should be in the middle class, with a bit of air, Jiang Xiaolin looked at it calmly.

"The financial analysis has been sent to your mailbox. This is the supplier's evaluation report." The man did not put the information on the table, but handed it over with one hand.

Tang wants to take it: "I will give you an answer after reading it."

"Row."

After the official business was finished, the man's attitude was a little casual, and he didn't take into account that there were others in the house: "Tang thinks."

His name is Tang Xiang, not President Tang.

Jiang Xiaolin pressed his jaw.

Tang wanted to look up: "Huh?"

"Is there time after get off work?" The man sent an invitation with a handsome smile on his face. "The popular President Zhen gave me two concert tickets."

Tang Xiang was about to refuse--

"Tang thought," Jiang Xiaolin said with some dissatisfaction, "what's going on with this data?"

The man made a call gesture and went out first.

Tang wanted to go over: "Which data?"

Jiang Xiaolin answered the wrong question: "How old is the man just now?"