forced to become president

On the day of the funeral, Sheng Jue really led someone to ring the doorbell of his house at seven o'clock in the morning.

Ji Huaiyu suffered from insomnia until after six o'clock and fell asleep in a daze. Now he was dragged up, like a walking dead.

He put on his clothes mechanically, not to mention that the clothes Sheng Jue gave him were surprisingly fit, the only flaw was that he was going to the funeral at first glance.

Seeing his trance-like appearance, the temperature beside Sheng Jue immediately dropped a few degrees, and he gave Fei Qing a wink. Fei Qing went forward to straighten Ji Huaiyu's tie that he had tied up indiscriminately, and parted a white flower. in front of his skirt.

Ji Huaiyu was a little more awake now, looking at her with lowered eyes and laziness in the early morning, and when she met her gaze when she raised her head after tidying up, she even blinked at her.

Fei Qing's face immediately turned red, and she took two steps back.

"It seems that you are conscious now," Sheng Jue said in an emotionless voice, "When you get to the funeral, don't talk, just bow when it's time to bow."

Ji Huaiyu thought that Sheng Jue's demands on him should have reached the lowest point, so he twitched the corners of his lips at him: "OK, I promise to complete the task."

Sheng Jue didn't seem to trust him more because of his promise, and added: "There will be media at the scene, so pay attention to your expression."

"Okay——" Ji Huaiyu dragged out the ending, "I'll try my best not to look too happy."

One sentence successfully made Sheng Jue not want to talk to him all morning.

As the two sat in the back seat of the car and drove to the funeral, Sheng Jue kept his head down, reconfirming the attendance list and the media list.

Ji Huaiyu found out that he didn't bother him, just leaned on the seat, occasionally turning his head to look at his slightly frowning brows and tightly pursed lips.Sheng Jue was also like him, wearing a monotonous matte pure black suit, Ji Huaiyu sighed in his heart, only Sheng Jue could wear mourning clothes that fit his temperament so well.

When they arrived at the funeral, as soon as they got out of the car, they were blocked by media from all walks of life surrounding the yard carrying long/short guns.

Ji Huaiyu's eyes were stinging from the intensive flashing lights, but he still remembered what Sheng Jue told him, not to make a bad face, but to ignore the camera expressionlessly, and walk quickly behind Sheng Jue.

He felt that he must not be the chairman of the board, otherwise he would become as paralyzed as Sheng Jue if he kept his face straight for a long time.

The wide lawn in the backyard is covered with flower stands made of white calla lilies, with elegiac couplets sent by people from all walks of life pasted on them.The violin quartet stood on one side and played Haydn, Ji Ding's favorite during his lifetime. The atmosphere was solemn but not too sad.

The guests began to arrive one after another, which made Ji Huaiyu extremely headache. Everyone came to express their condolences to him with a sad expression, and he didn't know who was who at all.

Fortunately, Sheng Jue was always by his side, and whenever someone came over, he would whisper a reminder in his ear: "The boss of Jiashen Real Estate, Shen Guohao."

"Secretary of the high-tech zone, Yan Ziming."

……

Sheng Jue was able to accurately remember everyone's appearance and identity without looking at the documents, no wonder his father reused him before.

According to his prompt, Ji Huaiyu calmly dealt with the guests one by one on the surface, but he felt that his hand was about to be shaken off, and the expression of grief on his face was almost unstoppable.

When it was over, Sheng Jue went to greet other people, and when Ji Huaiyu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a lady in an elegant black satin cheongsam walking straight towards him.

Luo Shuman, Ji Ding's ex-wife, and the mother of his elder brother Ji Chengjin.

Ji Huaiyu felt an inexplicable fear and guilt every time he saw her. After he returned to Ji's house and lived with Luo Shuman under the same roof for two short years, she was actually generous enough to him, but What makes the slap even more embarrassing is the cold stare, which clearly understands how dirty and filthy one's own existence is in the eyes of others.

But he looked at the bloodshot eyes of Luo Shuman and the white hair that grew overnight, and he still called out in a low voice, "Aunt Luo."

The pain of losing a child in the middle age can be imagined, but Luo Shuman still tried his best to maintain the calmness of the ladies in front of everyone, especially to Ji Huaiyu, when he heard him take the initiative to greet her, he still sneered from above: "Look Come on, you're not as useless as I thought."

Ji Huaiyu wanted to guess that she was referring to his behavior in dealing with the guests just now, and just wanted to say a few polite words with a guilty conscience, when she heard her continue: "But I think you are still annoying, I don't know that Sheng Jue is so persistent in helping you."

"Sheng Jue?"

"You don't think the board of directors will really allow you to take over the company, do you?" Luo Shuman looked at his expression with sarcasm, "You were still playing outside on the day Ji Ding had an accident. Sheng Jue called us to a meeting and persuaded him We have more than six hours, let's vote yes."

Ji Huaiyu was also skeptical that a group of old foxes on the board of directors could agree to let him take over the company. Now it seems that Sheng Jue has done a lot of work behind the scenes.

When he thought of the scene of Sheng Jue lobbying the board of directors tiredly and earnestly, he felt a little sorry for him, but a person like him could only disappoint Sheng Jue.

"I still voted against, but I can't help but some people are persuaded by him. Ji Huaiyu, now even with the shares left by Cheng Jin, %, although I don't want to have anything to do with you, but Henghui is closely related to my interests .”

Luo Shuman took a breath and continued: "You can take care of yourself in the future, we are all watching you."

She didn't give Ji Huaiyu a chance to speak at all, and then left with her black bag on her shoulders.

Looking at her back, Ji Huaiyu thought that whether it was Luo Shuman or the rest of the board of directors, he might feel that his mood was like a pie in the sky at this time, but from the beginning to the end, no one asked him if he wanted to inherit the company .

All of a sudden, Ji Huaiyu's already irritable heart seemed to be ignited.

In addition, his father's friend's memorial speech was too boring. At a moment when everyone bowed their heads and wiped their tears, he couldn't help but yawned and was photographed by the media from a distance.

Such photos are exactly what the public wants to see the most, and it is only natural that they set off a bloodbath.