Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Director Liang, the doctor has told you to stay in bed..."

"Freeze all electronic seals now!"

Liang Tingshan completely ignored the dissuasion. The sound of the medical cart's wheels was heard in the background: "Of course, take Mr. Zhou to the archives room immediately. No one is allowed to retrieve the files without my signature!"

Liang Ranran held the hung up phone and turned to look at Zhou Qi who remained silent.

The latter gently pressed her hand as she was about to call back:

"When your father started from scratch with three machine tools, the situation was much more dangerous than it is now. Instead of explaining it over the phone, it is better to let the legal team prepare a response plan."

Suddenly, the shrill siren of an ambulance sounded outside the window. Liang Ranran rushed to the French window and saw her father being helped out of the ambulance by medical staff.

The old man stubbornly shook off the support, with half of the infusion tube hanging on the back of his hand holding the heart monitor.

When Liang Tingshan rushed out of the hospital gate holding the diagnosis report, his wife followed closely behind him in high heels.

This shrewd woman had already noticed something was going on in the ward. The reason her husband rushed out without even bothering to remove the IV drip must be that something fatal had happened at Shanyi Heavy Industry.

She thought that if something really happened, she would have to find a way to protect her own interests.

When Liang Tingshan stepped into the factory, the September sun was clearly scorching the asphalt ground, but he felt a chill on the back of his neck because of the eerie silence in the factory.

The once roaring workshop was now like a dormant behemoth; even in the lobby of the office building, the sound of printers could no longer be heard.

The employees' evasive looks confirmed his hunch that the Financial Director Yu Liguo and his daughter Liang Ranran were waiting for him on the top floor.

"Snapped!"

The wooden door of the president's office hit the wall with a dull thud.

The moment Zhou Qi stood up from the reception sofa, he met Liang Tingshan's bloodshot eyes.

After not seeing him for only half a month, this entrepreneur who used to be so cheerful and cheerful at dinner parties seemed to have lost ten years of energy and spirit, and even his suit was hanging empty on his shoulders.

"Where are the people? Where are all those people who were clamoring for money?"

Liang Tingshan brushed past his daughter who came forward to support him and rushed straight to the desk piled with documents.

When the "ten times the penalty" clause caught his eyes, his skinny palms almost crushed the paper.

"Dad, please listen first..."

"Listen to what you did!"

The yellowed diagnosis was placed on the contract, with the words "lung cancer" stamped with bright red fingerprints.

The wife suddenly took away the top agreement and exclaimed, "One billion in liquidated damages? Ranran, have you been drugged? Are you destroying the family business that Lao Liang risked his life to build?"

The sarcastic ending spread in the conference room, and Zhou Qi noticed that Lin Xindie was quietly turning on the recording on her mobile phone.

The financial director's voice trembled: "Liquidated damages... 2.35 million times ten is more than 20 million? This is just a contract, and other items have not been calculated yet..."

"Where does the family get so much money? Are you trying to kill us?" The stepmother's sharp voice pierced the air.

Liang Ranran sneered and threw the documents on the table: "When will it be your turn to meddle in other people's business? You pretend to be virtuous on the surface but you are calculating behind my back. Do you think I can't see through your thoughts?"

The stepmother suddenly took out her phone and played a recording: "Listen to this, all directors! This girl signed a shady contract without telling her family, and now she has to pay more than 20 million!"

She turned to Liang Tingshan and sneered: "There is only 3 million left in the company's account. Is your precious daughter going to sell the house to fill the hole?"

"I warn you!"

Liang Ranran stood up suddenly: "These contracts are stamped with the company seal, and it is the responsibility of the legal department to hold them accountable..."

"Stop using official language to bluff people!"

The stepmother suddenly pulled out a document from her crocodile leather bag and threw it on the table:

"Either you contact Attorney Chen now to cancel the contract, or sign this debt release statement. Don't even think about dragging down the family trust fund with your personal debts!"

Liang Tingshan suddenly grabbed his wife's wrist and asked, "Who allowed you to touch the family trust?"

"let go!"

The stepmother shook off her husband, her lipstick-stained mouth twisted, "If I hadn't helped you mediate in the board of directors, your crappy company would have been acquired long ago! And now you're protecting this spendthrift?"

The financial director suddenly interrupted: "Chairman, if we mortgage the property..."

"Who dares to touch the old house!"

The stepmother suddenly pulled out the jade pendant from her collar and smashed it to the ground: "This heirloom was worth three million back then, but now it's not even worth half a million! You and your daughter are just waiting to be robbed by the creditors..."

Liang Tingshan raised his hand and gave him a loud slap.

"Good fight!"

The stepmother wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and sneered: "Do you remember how you knelt down and begged my father for investment fifteen years ago?"

She suddenly opened her collar to reveal the rose tattoo on her collarbone: "Do you know what this is? Last month in Macau, Young Master Zhang personally..."

"Get out!" Liang Tingshan's hand trembled violently as he grabbed the ashtray.

"That's what I've been waiting for!"

The stepmother pulled out the divorce agreement from her file bag and said, “I will disappear immediately after you sign it.

Otherwise, I will hand over the evidence of the company's false accounting to the China Securities Regulatory Commission tomorrow - what do you think the shareholders you cheated will do to your daughter?"

Liang Tingshan suddenly coughed violently, and dark red blood seeped out from between his fingers.

The financial director hurriedly pressed the call bell, but his stepmother stepped on his wrist with her high heels: "Why are you in such a hurry? It won't be too late to call an ambulance after he signs the letter."

At this moment, veins bulged on Liang Tingshan's neck. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. All these years were wasted after all.

The divorce agreement on the desk was emitting a blinding white light. When I flipped through it, I was shocked to find that the other party had already signed his name. It turned out that this paper judgment was a long-planned murder.

The terms were written in black and white and were shocking: five properties, three limited edition sports cars, four securities accounts, and all the properties related to the name "Su Meiling" would be transferred to her.

When his eyes swept over the line "Pay two million in alimony each year," the tip of his pen pierced through the paper.

"Don't even think about it!" The pen made a dent on the solid wooden table.

When he thought about having to use the hard-earned money from his business to support that greasy-haired piano teacher, a rusty taste suddenly rose in his throat.

"I have endured the nausea and served you for the past ten years. I should at least receive some compensation for mental damage, right?"

Su Meiling pointed her finger at the agreement with bright red nail polish: "Either sign it, or I'll take your palm print to get a concussion certificate. Free meals in the cell are not bad either."

Liang Ranran suddenly rushed forward to protect his father, his red eyes like a wounded little animal: "Dad, give it all to her! This vicious woman should have been crossed out of the household register long ago!"

The girl turned around, grabbed the pen and put it into her father's trembling hand: "The crisis of the group is the key right now. When we get through the difficulties, she won't want just this little change!"

Su Meiling leaned against the leather sofa and laughed: "Still thinking of making a comeback? You two are really..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly fell silent.

The moment Liang Tingshan slowly raised his head, the ruthless aura that he had when he started out as a slaughterhouse owner froze the air instantly.

"I'll give you what you want."

The hoarse voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing against each other: "But from now on, your name will no longer appear in my Liang family tree."

The man reviewed the agreement word by word and suddenly realized that the most vicious clause was not the number on the surface.

The hidden joint and several debt exemption clause is the real killer.