Chapter 1339 Suspect that Is His Father
Wen Qiao took it and said, "Write a letter to me?"
When she opened it, it was an equity transfer document. She was a little confused, "What is this?"
"In the equity transfer letter, five points of my shares are transferred to you. Keep it well. You can also participate in the board of directors meeting in the future."
Wen Qiao threw the envelope to him: "I don't want this, I want a red envelope, like six thousand six."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and pinched her face: "Silly girl, there will be countless six thousand and six here. Didn't you help me save the Dubai project? You deserve this."
Wen Qiao lowered his head and said in a low voice: "If I accept this, will it affect your position on the board of directors? Many people want to bring you down. You should centralize power and not disperse your shares."
His big hands were warm, dry and powerful: "What's yours is mine. They all know it and don't dare to do anything to me. If they give out 5%, my shares will still be number one, so don't worry."
Wen Qiao received the most wealthy New Year's gift in history, 5 points of shares in Zhonghuan Group, and his wealth was shattered.
Wen Qiao put the envelope under his pillow and slept particularly soundly with the wealth and property donated by Fu Nanli on his pillow.
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The Fu family has the habit of visiting the cemetery during the Lantern Festival. Wen Qiao, as the unmarried daughter-in-law, was called over by Fu Nanli, and Gu Xiao was also picked up by Fu Nanli.
Mr. Fu is now turning a blind eye and letting his grandson do whatever he wants.
The Fu family's private cemetery is on the southernmost mountain of Qianshui Lake. There are green pines, cypresses and hollies all year round. Their car parked outside the cemetery and the group got out of the car.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao supported Fu Huaiyong and entered the cemetery along the bluestone road.
There are the tombstones of Fu Nanli's grandmother and some ancestors' tombstones in the cemetery. The nearest one belongs to Fu Xianyuan.
At this moment, there was a cigarette butt in front of the tombstone. The cigarette butt was still burning, as if it had just been thrown here.
Fu Nanli frowned slightly, focusing on the less eye-catching cigarette butt.
His mother and grandfather didn't notice and placed flowers in front of the tombstone.
Uncle Li handed Fu Huaiyong a handkerchief. He half-crouched in front of the tombstone and carefully wiped the cold and ruthless tombstone with slightly red eyes.
Every time he came over, he would wipe the tombstone himself to commemorate the pain in his heart.
Wen Qiao was brought here by Fu Nanli in a car very early. He was still in a daze, so he didn't pay attention to the inconspicuous cigarette butt in the withered grass. He focused on the sad old man.
Gu Xiao stood under a pine tree, looking at the person on the tombstone, immersed in his thoughts. He had never seen this person before, but because of the blood relationship, he instinctively felt sad and couldn't help himself.
When the grave sweeping was over, Fu Nanli said that he would stay for a while, and everyone else left the cemetery one after another, leaving only Wen Qiao to accompany him.
In the morning, there was still mist in the cemetery, lingering around the trees. Workers trimming the grass passed by, and Fu Nanli stopped them: "Besides us, is there anyone else coming to visit the graves today?"
The uncle nodded: "Yes, that man wore a mask and a peaked cap. He didn't take anything. He said he wanted to come in to sweep the tomb. Because the old man had ordered not to block people who came to sweep the tomb, so I let him in. ”
"How tall are you and what's your body shape like?"
"Shorter than you, young master, about 180 to 183, not fat nor thin, not as strong as you. I can tell he is a little older, forty or fifty, maybe I can't tell right. "