narrow red

The next day, Kuangzheng went to Jinjiaofeng. He wanted to hold a meeting for the three sons of the Duan family. After reaching a consensus, he went to discuss the second round with Duan Ruting. He borrowed a small conference room from the hospital, and Ying Xiaonong and Duan Duo They all arrived, but Duan Xiaojun didn't show up for a long time.

"His car is downstairs," Duan Zhao stood up, "I'll look for it."

Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand to stop him. The relationship between their brothers is very delicate, and if they can't say a word, they may collapse: "I'll go."

He left the meeting room, walked along the long corridor, and dialed Duan Xiaojun's number at the same time. He was on the phone there. He didn't hang up the phone. While waiting for him to cut the line, he looked into the empty wards that had just been sterilized on both sides. At this time, a vague voice came from the rest area in front:

"...Don't move, I don't need money right now." It was Duan Xiaojun, "My share is indispensable, don't worry about it, even if the family doesn't give me a penny, relying on Zhan Guohong is enough for me to live sideways in my life .”

Kuang Zheng hung up the phone and stopped before the corner.

"Bonnie, I don't need a team of lawyers," Duan Xiaojun was firm, "I know you're doing it for my own good, but I don't want to act preemptively, and I'm not so poor that I want to engage in intrigue at home!"

Bonnie, I have an impression of Kuangzheng, the fat girl in the information department of the West Building, with a small round face, loves to smile, and is very sunny.

"You don't need to persuade me," Duan Xiaojun continued, "Remember, BD is not just a joint account that can be withdrawn at any time for me, it is my business," he emphasized, "it is also your business."

BD?Kuang Zheng was amazed. During last year’s Warring States Red bifurcation crisis, the account that issued a joint statement with the moderator Yan Lingjia in China was BD. Around the Spring Festival this year, it has surpassed Xiao Gu and became the world’s largest holding of Warring States Red besides the founder. Or, the account value is around one billion US dollars.

This BD, Kuang Zheng suddenly realized, could it be Bonnie&Duan?

"Maybe," Duan Xiaojun took out a cigarette, "I'm the youngest son, so I don't feel a sense of crisis..."

"Duan Xiaojun." Kuang Zheng stepped across the corner and stood in front of him.

Duan Xiaojun was stunned, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and stuffed it back into the case: "The boss called me, hang up."

Boss, this is Kuang Zheng's exclusive title, besides him, Duan Xiaojun has no second Boss, Kuang Zheng remembered that he met Duan Xiaojun on the eve of the decision of Zhan Guohong's life and death: "At that time, you issued the joint statement because of me? "

Duan Xiaojun was silent for a short time, and then said: "Issuing the joint statement is beneficial to me," he said lightly, "Without that statement, Zhan Guohong is now just a small currency that is not popular, and may have disappeared from the world."

"But when you made a decision," Kuang Zheng stared into his eyes, "you didn't know the result."

Yes, Duan Xiaojun didn't think about anything at the time, he just wanted to help rectify it.

"Whatever," he shrugged, "the fact is that my net worth has nearly doubled, and I made a correct decision."

He smiled, brushed past Kuangzheng and was about to go back, but Kuangzheng stopped him: "Why do you do so much in silence?"

Duan Xiaojun stopped there.

"I'm not good to you," Kuang Zheng recalled the days in M&A. "I'm a bad-tempered VP. I abused you and taught you..."

"You taught me more than anyone else," Duan Xiaojun interrupted him, "I have a father, and two older brothers," he changed after a short pause, "Two and a half, but none of them taught You’ve seen this home before me, it doesn’t feel like a home.”

Kuang Zheng turned his head and looked at him.

"You are like my father and my elder brother," Duan Xiaojun said, "I don't need money, what I lack is spiritual guidance, someone who can tell me where to go and how to go in this life."

Kuang Zheng still remembered that this kid called him "Brother" shamelessly, he was so eager for the love and care of the elders.

"You are very important to me," Duan Xiaojun lowered his head, "You are a role model."

Kuangzheng said that it was a lie that he was not moved, but the two elders each said "important", he was uncomfortable, and pondered for a moment: "Who is Yan Lingjia?"

"I don't know. I only contacted him once in the forum. It is rumored that he is the founder of Zhan Guohong."

Kuang Zheng nodded, patted Duan Xiaojun on the shoulder, and walked back side by side with him. From a distance, he saw Duan Zhao standing at the door of Duan Youxi's ward, and hurriedly shouted: "Boss!"

Kuang Zheng felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Duan Zhao frowned: "The second child brought a group of high-level officials to force the palace!"

Force the palace?Kuang Zheng pushed him away and went to the ward, pushed the door in and saw Ying Xiaonong standing in the living room, staring angrily at the door of the lounge, he went straight in, there were seven or eight big men in black suits, or sitting in the room. Or stand up and look at him in unison. He is a professional security personnel.

Kuang Zheng moved his eyes to the door of the innermost ward, and the group of people immediately came to block it. Across the door, there were the terminally ill old man Duan and the impatient Duan Ruting.

"Dad," Duan Ruting sat on the soft chair beside the hospital bed, with a row of young men in suits and leather shoes standing behind him, "the backbone of the group all want to come and see you."

Mr. Duan was in a very bad state, because he had trouble breathing, and he sat on the head of the bed for 24 hours. He became thinner, almost collapsed in the quilt, and turned his gray eyes.

"The general manager of the marketing department of the group," Duan Ruting introduced, "Song Haiyang."

The person whose name was called came up and bowed deeply: "Hello, chairman."

"Head of the Group's Finance Department," Duan Ruting called the next one, "Chen Youzhi."

Similar dress, similar face: "Hello, Chairman."

Then came: "President of Aiyin Real Estate, Pang Hui."

"Hello, Chairman."

After that, there will be Aiyin Medical, Aiyin Technology, Aiyin Culture, etc. Mr. Duan was expressionless and listened to their endless greetings. After the introduction, Duan Ruting said: "Dad, I joined the group when I was 17 I worked part-time and part-study, and I have been working as a clerk at the bottom for eight years, and although I am in charge of the business of the group, I am still only a small director.”

Old man Duan cast his eyes on her.

Duan Ruting straightened his back and finally said, "The CEO seat has always been vacant."

Grandpa Duan looked at her, then at the group of executives behind her, and smiled with difficulty: "You are still young."

Duan Ruting immediately said, "Duan Duo is only one year older than me." The implication was that she knew that this position, as well as the future chairman, were reserved for the boss.

Old Man Duan didn't deny it, he turned his head and half closed his eyes.

Duan Ruting was ignored by him, suppressing his anger: "Why can't I?" She asked, "Because I'm the second child, a woman?" She refused to accept, "Or because I'm not Xu Aiyin's child..."

Hearing those three words, old man Duan's weak body burst out with strength: "You are not allowed to mention her name!"

Duan Ruting's face stiffened instantly, and his eyes were red: "I don't deserve to mention her, do I?"

Grandpa Duan didn't respond.

"She left because of me and my mother, didn't she?"

Old man Duan arched his back, and seemed to be in a lot of pain.

"So you divorced my mother..."

"The group is the painstaking effort of Xu Aiyin and I!" Enduring the pain in his chest and the torment of the past, Old Man Duan said.

"The group also has my hard work!" Duan Ruting stood up from the chair, "I don't care about any property, and I don't want money! Eight years, I have worked hard for the group for eight years, you can't just take away my hard-earned business , give it to someone who doesn't understand anything..."

"What is your career!" Old Man Duan raised his head, with a face on the brink of death, extremely cruel, "If I give it to you, I will have it, if I don't give it to you, I won't! Even you were born by me!"

Duan Ruting's cheekbones were pale, and he questioned the person who gave birth to her and raised her: "What about my value as a person, and all my hard work, in your eyes, it is nothing!"

"It's nothing," Old Man Duan said heartlessly, "No matter how much you do...cough cough, no matter how good you are, it's useless!"

He was too unreasonable and hurtful. Duan Ruting clenched his fists tightly. If he hadn't been wearing men's clothes, he would have even shed tears. There are executives, let me make a promise, you hand over the group to me, I will guard it for the rest of my life, and I will never marry..."

With a bang, Kuang Zheng kicked open the door and crashed in. Behind him were the group of robust security personnel, who were torn apart by Ying Xiaonong and the others.

Kuang Zheng's hair was messed up, and a button of his suit was missing. He straightened his collar, looked at the executives behind Duan Ruting, and ordered coldly, "Outsiders, all go out."

Duan Ruting's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to kill someone: "You are the biggest outsider of the Duan family."

"I stand here on behalf of the three male heirs, Duan Duo, Duan Zhao, and Duan Jun," Kuang Zheng confronted her, "Please let your executives go out, Mr. Duan is very weak now."

Inheritance was originally a private matter of the Duan family. The executives exchanged glances and filed out. The door closed behind Kuang Zheng. In the quiet room, he was not polite: "Duan Ruting, you are going too far."

He used an elder's tone, condescending and loud.

No one has ever said to Duan Ruting like this: "It's not up to you to teach me what I want to do."

Kuang Zheng glanced at Old Man Duan on the hospital bed: "Let the medical staff come in, and we'll go out and talk."

Duan Ruting didn't move.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Kuang Zheng didn't treat her as a woman, but as an opponent who could talk on an equal footing. "You're breaking your most important thing with your own hands."

"I know what is important to me," Duan Ruting shook his suit and walked in front of him, "My career, my independent value, and my personality."

"You're stirring up a struggle between the young and the elders," Kuangzheng told her, "you're pushing your family over a cliff."

"If you can't break it, you can't stand it," Duan Ruting raised his chin, "sooner or later, there will be a winner or loser."

"Don't be used by interest groups," Kuang Zheng tried to persuade her, "They each have their own plans, but what we want is the unity of the Duan family..."

"I don't want it!" Duan Ruting was very excited, because of what Duan Youxi said just now, and because of the injustice suffered in this family for so many years, "Kang Zheng, don't bully me as a woman, women also have the right to pursue success," she panted anxiously, "Women, like men, can go forward and carve their own way."

Kuang Zheng looked at her fixedly and did not refute.

"And you," Duan Ruting tilted his head, tugging at the front of his suit with one button missing, "it's too intrusive."