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JY Group after a day.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, JY Group's office building located on the second ring road of Z City has already started to be busy.White-collar workers wear expensive and decent business attire and rush to work non-stop. The bright marble floor in the office building reflects the hurried figures of everyone.

A Mulsanne long-wheelbase car slowly parked in the underground parking lot of the office building, and Gong Cheng stepped out of the car.

A full set of hand-tailored pure black three-piece suit, handmade leather Oxford shoes, and a dark blue tie neatly tied into a Windsor knot at the neckline.

Gong Changchang has slender legs and a handsome appearance. Wearing this expensive and neat suit on him, he really has an aggressive and powerful aura.

People can't help but want to look at it, but they don't dare to look at it too much, as if their eyes will be burned by his aura just by taking one more look.

Gong Cheng dyed his hair back to black, styled it with gel, and meticulously put the fluffy hair behind his ears, revealing a smooth and broad forehead.

There was still a faint smile on his lips, but this smile was less cynical and more confident.

It's really strange, obviously it's still the same person with the same face, but Gong Cheng looks like a different person from head to toe.

The elevator came to the top floor of the office building. When Gong Cheng got off the elevator, Uncle Jiang led a group of veterans and executives from his side to wait for him at the door of the elevator.

Seeing Gong Cheng getting off the elevator, they bowed together and called Gong Cheng "Director Gong Zao".

Gong Cheng nodded to everyone, and then asked Uncle Jiang: "Are they in the meeting room?"

"Yes. Mr. He and his people are already waiting for you in the conference room."

Gong Cheng shrugged and said relaxedly: "Let's go, it's time to have a good chat with Mr. He."

Gong Cheng walked in the front with one hand in his pocket, followed by Uncle Jiang and his cronies.

During the short distance from the elevator entrance to the conference room, people on the whole floor stretched their necks and followed Gong Cheng with their gazes.

Especially the female colleagues, whispering in their hearts or with close colleagues: Where did this suit model come from?Damn, isn't this Young Master Gong!God!So young master Gong is so handsome!Is our big boss so handsome!

Some people are born to be the center of the crowd, able to attract everyone's attention.Gong Cheng is such a person.

In the conference room was a huge rectangular conference table, and He Xiang was already sitting on the central seat in the innermost center.

When Gong Cheng pushed the door open, everyone in the conference room, except He Xiang, stood up and bowed to him.

He Xiang sat on the main seat, and seemed to be flipping through some documents.

"It's 9:08," He Xiang said in front of everyone without looking up, "You're 8 minutes late."

Gong Cheng appeared in the company as the heir of JY Group for the first time, and He Xiang made him unable to step down in front of all the veterans and executives.

This is a blatant declaration of war.

Gong Cheng walked to the seat opposite He Xiang and sat down, and the two sat on both sides of the huge conference table.Seeing that Gong Cheng was also seated, everyone followed suit and returned to their seats.

Gong Cheng leaned against the back of the chair, and put his two long legs slightly bent under the table.

"In the future, the weekly routine work meeting should be changed to 9:10." Gong Cheng said lightly, but with undeniable dominance.

For a moment, the rest of the people in the meeting room could not keep calm.

The young chairman Gong and Mr. He, who has been in charge of JY Group for more than ten years, are two people who are father and son in private. It is the first time they confront each other in the company.

Everyone secretly glanced at He Xiang without daring to breathe, wanting to see how he would fight back.

He Xiang looked away from the document and stared straight at Gong Cheng.And Gong Cheng stared back at him without hesitation.

After a stalemate for about 7 or 8 seconds, He Xiang compromised. He lowered his eyes, stopped looking at Gong Cheng, but knocked on the table, and said to He Zihuai who was sitting under his left hand: "Is it 9:10 yet?" , can we have a meeting now?"

After Gong Cheng returned home that night, he took a surprise look at the company information that Uncle Jiang had prepared for him. In addition, although he had been in school before and had never been to the company to work after graduation, he had been paying attention to important matters within the group. Therefore, after the nearly one-hour meeting, Gong Cheng didn't feel that he couldn't keep up.

After the meeting, Gong Cheng followed Uncle Jiang to the office that had just been prepared.

This office is diagonally opposite to He Xiang's. The overall layout of the two offices is the same, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows and a relatively spacious space.

Gong Cheng sat on the leather swivel chair and drank tea leisurely. He knew that He Xiang would come to him soon, so he was waiting.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, He Xiang really came, following He Zihuai.

He Xiang's complexion was not very good-looking, probably because he was still resenting the rebuttal and face-saving by Gong Chengzhong in the meeting just now.

"Yo, Mr. He is here." Gong Cheng put down his teacup, folded his hands on his lap, "Is there anything wrong?"

He Xiang's face was dark, and his tone was very unkind: "Cheng'er, what are you messing with?"

Gong Cheng tilted his head, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Mr. He, it's better for us to refer to each other by their positions in the company, and we don't have to talk about anything other than official business."

"you……"

He Xiang was obviously about to get angry, but he was held back by He Zihuai beside him.

He Zihuai made a gesture of "Don't be angry, don't talk" towards He Xiang, and then said to Gong Cheng with a smile, "Brother, we are all one family. If you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk about it. Why do you do this?"

Gong Cheng spread his hands and said mercilessly: "Secretary He, I'm talking to President He, you shouldn't interrupt."

He Xiang's expression became even uglier. He walked to Gong Cheng's solid wood desk in two steps, pointed at Gong Cheng's nose from the air, and shouted disregarding his demeanor: "Cheng'er! How can you talk like that to your brother! Too It's out of style!"

The corners of Gong Cheng's mouth curled up, and he even let out a light smile: "Mr. He, are you sure you want to discuss with me who is less graceful now?"

He Xiang grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, even trembling uncontrollably.

He Zihuai still stood where he was, adjusted his glasses expressionlessly, and said to He Xiang, "Mr. He, I'm fine. You don't have to quarrel with Chairman Gong over my affairs."

Gong Cheng adjusted his body and leaned more comfortably in the leather swivel chair.He even clapped his hands lightly twice, applauding the deep love between He Xiang and He Zihuai.

"Mr. He, there's no need to act like an affectionate uncle and nephew in front of me." Gong Cheng stood up slowly, with his hands propped on the desk, his upper body leaned forward, with a sense of oppression that overshadowed the sun.Even He Xiang, who has been in the business world for more than ten years, was disturbed by Gong Cheng's prickly edge.

"In order not to affect the group's stock price, you can even cancel the farewell ceremony for your own wife's body, so why pretend to be kind and affectionate now!"

Every word Gong Cheng said pierced He Xiang's heart mercilessly.

Gong Cheng was holding grudges for not letting him see Gong Younan for the last time, He Xiang knew it, but he had no choice but to do this.

"Cheng'er, I am the boss of the group. I must be responsible to the board of directors, the company's stock price, and the thousands of employees in the company. I can't do whatever I want, and I can't do things regardless of the consequences..." He Xiang said solemnly, " So, Cheng'er, you blame me for not letting you see your mother for the last time, I don't blame you. However, I hope you can think about it calmly, as the chairman of JY Group, if you Is it me, in the face of all the pressure, whether I will make the same decision."

"I won't!" Gong Cheng almost blurted out, "I will never!"

He Xiang looked at Gong Cheng across the large desk, with probing and suspicious eyes in his eyes, for a long time, he even smiled slightly: "Don't tell me, I will see what you do in the future. Son, let's go home for dinner tonight, your mother is gone, whether you want to admit it or not, you and I are each other's only relatives."

After speaking, He Xiang took He Zihuai and left.

Gong Cheng stood there until the door was closed, then picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground.

Fuck your mother's only relative!Fuck you gentleman!Go to your mother's house for dinner!Gong Cheng firmly grasped the edge of the solid wooden table with both hands, as if trying to forcefully pick off a piece of wood.

If there is still a chance that Gong Cheng will forgive He Xiang, it must be based on his admitting his mistakes and apologizing to his mother.But this person not only didn't have the slightest remorse, but even used those bullshit principles to suppress himself!

Gong Cheng is probably used to being unrestrained and unrestrained. Stock prices, groups, companies... These things are far less important to him than letting his mother leave this world in a dignified and peaceful way.

Such a person is not worthy of being in charge of JY Group!Unworthy of inheriting the life-long painstaking efforts of grandpa and mother!Gong Cheng secretly made up his mind, JY Group, he wants to hold it firmly in the palm of his hand, no one wants to take it away!Even if that person is his father!Don't even think about it!

After He Xiang came out of Gong Cheng's office, he looked a little relaxed, as if all the disputes that happened just now were an illusion.

Unknown, He Zihuai went in and asked, "Why are you in such a good mood after arguing with Gong Cheng?"

"Cheng'er vented the grievance in his heart. He just hated me for not allowing him to see Younan for the last time. There is nothing else..." He Xiang said, taking a secret look at He Zihuai, "In short, This is a good thing, if you say what you say in your heart, there will be no big trouble, I know my son."

He Zihuai snorted through his nostrils, very disdainful: "Don't make it sound like you are very close to that son of yours, since we met today, has anyone called you Dad?"

He Xiang frowned, his face was gloomy and very ugly.

"You also come to eat at home at night." He Xiang said, "You two brothers haven't had a good chat for a long time."

"That's right!" He Zihuai's cold eyes shot out from behind the lens, and he stared blankly in front of him, "Before Gong Cheng leaves with his tail between his legs, I really should play the role of a good and sensible little brother."