Chapter 810 Am I Joking?
Yan Rusheng turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the magazine on the coffee table, then leaned back, casually flipping through the magazine.
"Boss Yan, please use it." Zhang Dong finished making tea, filled it to 70%, and held it in front of Yan Rusheng with both hands.
The attitude is respectful like never before.
Yan Rusheng nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
The polite word 'thank you' is also rarely uttered from his mouth, at least he has never heard it, and Zhang Dong is getting more and more panicked.
Call him over on the big weekend, and say that he wants to invite him to drink tea, which has never happened once in eight hundred years, so what good things can happen.
He bent down and sat down on the sofa, about two people away from him.
Then she looked at Yan Rusheng, anxiously waiting for him to speak.
"When Dong Zhang came in just now, he saw Lawyer Xiao outside." Yan Rusheng put down the magazine, picked up his teacup, and looked at Dong Zhang Xuxu.
Zhang Dong's eyes trembled suddenly, then he nodded, "Yes..."
Yan Rusheng took a sip of tea, and said casually, "Rongsheng is in a mess now, I wonder if Dong Zhang feels it."
"In this period... it is indeed a little bit." Zhang Dong stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead, and the sweat began to proliferate more and more.
He felt that Yan Ru was going to tell something bad within a second of his birth, and it should be something bad news for him.
Yan Rusheng said, "So..."
He paused for a while, and then continued: "I want to rectify the company, you small shareholders, I am willing to pay a high price to buy your shares, and I will definitely not let you suffer."
'bang dang'
Zhang Dong's eyes widened in astonishment, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
Hearing the sound, he hurriedly came back to his senses, bent down and reached out to pick up the broken cup and threw it into the trash can.
He kept his head down, carefully picking up every small piece of debris.
Yan Rusheng looked down at him, with a cold light shining in his eyes. After a while, he continued, "Actually, this is beneficial and not harmful to you."
Farts are beneficial and harmless. Which one is more attractive, getting the money all at once, or having an objective profit share every year?
Zhang Dong snorted coldly in his heart, raised his head, but his face was full of flattering smiles, "Boss Yan, you must be joking with me."
Yan Rusheng's face turned cold suddenly, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
The tone was still leisurely, but it exuded soul-stirring courage.
A flash of hatred quickly flashed in Zhang Dong's eyes, and then he began to sell the old and the poor, "We old shareholders follow Chairman Wang to fight the country, and we have hard work without credit."
As long as there is any way, even if it is a low-pitched begging, no matter how low his status or self-esteem is, he will not choose to turn his face.
Harmony is not beneficial if it is born hard.
Unless it is really a last resort.
Yan Rusheng nodded very reasonablely, "So I understand that you have worked so hard for so many years, so that you can spend your old age comfortably. You can no longer worry about the company's development, what kind of public opinion the company will fall into, and you don't have to worry about me anymore. ... If there are scandals that are harmful to the company's reputation, you can grow flowers at home, play with birds, or walk the dog with your grandchildren, and enjoy the family happiness."
His tone is so serious, what he said is so thoughtful
Old Zhang Dong's face was flushed, his hands were so hateful that he didn't dare to make a fist, and he continued to put on a smiling face, "I have a son, and he is still continuing to share the burden for Rongsheng."