CEO's Sweet Wife

Putting the phone to his ear, Shen Wanbai did not forget to look at He Zefeng beside him from the corner of his eye.

Soon, the phone was connected, but no one answered.

And He Zefeng was also indifferent, staring at her without moving.

Shen Wan Bai hung up the phone with a heavy heart, but his expression was still calm.

"Who are you calling?" He Zefeng asked casually.

Holding the phone, Shen Wan Bai absent-mindedly replied, "A friend named Qiao."

After finishing speaking, she deliberately looked at He Zefeng, not letting go of the slightest expression on his face, but she was disappointed, and He Zefeng's face was pale from beginning to end.

Even when she heard what she said, she just raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, without any sign of guilt.

Shen Wan Bai yawned, his voice was indifferent, "It's fine if you can't get through, anyway, he will come and go without a trace, I'll take a shower and wake up, don't wake me up."

It wasn't until the door of her room was closed that He Zefeng's calm gaze sank.

Putting his hand in his inner pocket, he took out his phone, and sure enough, he saw her missed call.

At this moment, the expression in He Zefeng's eyes was serious.

Judging from Shen Wan Bai's performance today, she must have discovered something to keep testing him, but she didn't do it deliberately.

Where did she find out?
It seemed that something had to be done to dispel her suspicions.

Sitting in the living room for a while, what Shen Wanbai said about He Ziming came to He Zefeng's mind.

Many details that he had overlooked seemed to become clear again.

There were several family gatherings, and He Ziming would go to the backyard to be alone after dinner. During the period, he caught a glimpse of He Ziming pouring a few medicines from a jar on the balcony on the second floor.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it, but now if he contacts Shen Wanbai again, the matter seems to be beyond her imagination.

"Oh." He Zefeng lowered his head and sighed.

Then He Zefeng left Shen Wanbai's house and asked the driver to pick him up downstairs.

Heshi Group Headquarters.

He Ziming was having a routine meeting with a group of directors.

When the meeting was about to end, a fat middle-aged man suddenly said to He Ziming, "Mr. He, I don't think it's fair. Although He Ershao is from the He family, he just holds the [-]% of the shares. It's not fair at all." As an officer, how can we convince a group of people who work for the company?"

After the words fell, the conference room was silent for a few seconds.

The eyes of He Mingyi and that person accidentally met, and the two laughed silently for a second.

In the next second, He Ziming smashed the document in the face of the most vicious director who opposed it.

"Ouch." The man covered his face, howled in pain, and looked at He Ziming with a dark face in disbelief.

Did he think that He Ziming would say something, but he didn't expect He Ziming to hit him in front of everyone? !
How does this make him lose face?
Thinking about it, the man became more and more unwilling, stood up, and asked He Ziming directly, "Mr. He, you hit me with your hands, should you give me an explanation, what sentence I just said is wrong, He Zefeng took this A [-] percent stake is simply not appropriate."

"Ten percent, not one percent. The annual dividends are converted into billions."

"A waste, why?"

As soon as the word "waste" landed, the atmosphere around He Ziming suddenly cooled down. He looked at the man with eyes as frosty as the twelfth lunar month, wishing to freeze him.

The man froze all over, and his back felt faintly chilled.

He had never seen such a deep hostility in He Ziming.

It's just a waste, why should he protect it, doesn't he want to snatch the equity from the waste? !

"Hehe." He Ziming suddenly raised the corners of his lips coldly, and a deep and cold smile appeared from his eyes, dangerous and cold.

Looking at the eyes of everyone, there was a strong ruthlessness, "Is it all finished?"

He Mingyi looked at his son who was obviously not in the right mood, and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, suddenly unable to think about his thoughts.

Today's arrangement was just to put pressure on He Ziming and let him know how dissatisfied the company was with the fact that He Zefeng held [-]% of the shares.

"Since you don't say anything, it's my turn to say it." He Ziming kicked the chair away and stood up, pointing at the man just now, "You asked me why I hit you, okay, I'll give you an explanation, it's your fucking I'm making a fuss."

A foul word burst out from He Ziming's mouth, and the atmosphere in the office fell silent, including He Mingyi.

Outsiders' perception of He Ziming is that he has a cold temper and is not good at speaking, but he doesn't speak vulgar words either.

Today's sentence, I don't know if it is because I am too angry.

"I..." The man's face was blue and white, and there was a lot of unwillingness and resentment in his eyes.He has never been pointed at the nose and scolded!

If it wasn't for the benefit of He Mingyi's promise, he would have to turn his face directly.

"I'm just telling the truth." The man said unwillingly.

He Ziming's eyes were half-closed, and a cluster of dangerous flames emerged from his eyes.

"Then what do you want?" He Ziming asked in a calm tone, and then curled his lips mockingly, "Do you want to keep it for yourself?"

The other people choked when they said a word.

"Zi Ming." He Mingyi stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone sitting here is the elder of the He family, and they grew up with the He family. No matter what, it's all for the development of the company. You Let's listen to the opinions of my uncles."

If you understand it with emotion and reason, all the directors present will nod frequently. Yes, as directors of the company, every word we say at the meeting is for the good of the company. How could it harm the interests of the company? Woolen cloth. "

"We want He Zefeng's shares to be raised for financing, so that He's can develop better and become a big group in the imperial capital as soon as possible."

"Yes, this is the dream of all of us in the He family. Mr. He, as the president, this is what you have to think about."

"We're not saying that we won't give any compensation, but how much money does He Zefeng need to stay at home all year round? It's enough to give him 100 million a year."

With He Mingyi's words, everyone began to put on the airs of elders to persuade He Ziming.

In He Ziming's eyes, this scene felt extremely ironic.

The veterans of the He Group were never the group in front of them, but the ones who had been personally eliminated by his father.

Those who sit here today are just taking advantage of their predecessors and enjoying the benefits, but they are still licking their faces and boasting about their efforts.

Where is the face? !

They were not ashamed, and he felt ashamed.

The more incompetent people are, they will only calculate others.

He Ziming sneered and interrupted everyone, "Everyone shut up."

"The elders of the He family, do you think I will accept you if you have the face to say this?"

"If it weren't for He Zefeng's father and the team behind him to contribute to the He family, do you think you would have the opportunity to sit comfortably today?"

"It's not impossible to seize the equity in He Zefeng's hands."

After the words fell, all eyes were on He Ziming, waiting expectantly for his next words.

As long as they get the results they want, nothing else matters.

He Ziming glanced around, and finally landed on He Mingyi.

At that moment, He Mingyi couldn't help but panic.

He always felt that He Ziming's words were not that simple.

Sure enough, the next second, He Ziming directly pushed the computer, and said sharply, "Then pull me down from the position of president."

Everyone: He Mingyi: "He Ziming, do you know what you're talking about?" He Mingyi shouted loudly at He Ziming, trembling with anger.

He never expected that He Ziming would give him such an answer!

"Dad." He Ziming looked at him indifferently, and the corners of his lips twitched, "If you have ever made an idea of ​​the equity in He Zefeng's hand, then I will tell you, unless I don't take the position of president, otherwise Now I have the final say in the He family, as long as I am here, no one can try to touch He Zefeng, whether it is equity or other things."

Leaving a sentence coldly, He Ziming directly kicked away the obstructive stool in front of him, and strode out of the suffocating office.

As soon as he left, the office suddenly boiled.

He Mingyi picked up the computer on the desktop and threw it directly at the wall, causing the computer to shatter into pieces.

"Director He." Several people persuaded He Mingyi to calm down.

It would be difficult for others to accept such a warning from one's own biological son.

Besides, it's still He Mingyi who is scheming and calculating.

The son he has raised for more than 20 years actually protects outsiders.

He and his father thought of ways to plan everything for him, but He Ziming didn't appreciate it, and instead stopped him.

He Mingyi suddenly regretted it. Before He Ziming took over, he should not have left any shares to He Zefeng.

Now, a dilemma!

Irritability welled up in his heart, and He Mingyi's tone was not good, "Let me see again."

He didn't believe that he couldn't take down He Zefeng.

If it was a last resort, he didn't mind attacking him personally. Even if he found the patriarch's token, without He Zefeng, even if he couldn't break it, no one would fight with them!

It's just that this is burning jade and stone together!
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He Ziming came out of the conference room and returned to the office with a cold face. Just as he sat down, a notification sound came from his mobile phone.

Looking down, seeing the sender, his eyes light up unexpectedly.

After clicking on the information box, He Ziming became puzzled when he saw the content inside.

"I'm in the coffee shop opposite the downstairs of the company. I have something to talk to you about. Box number..."

After pressing the screen, He Ziming picked up the key and left the office almost without hesitation.

It just happened to bump into He Mingyi who came out of the meeting room.

The two glanced at each other, then He Ziming quickly looked away, and didn't intend to speak, standing in front of the elevator with a calm expression.

Seeing his appearance, He Mingyi stepped forward angrily, staring at He Ziming coldly, "You let me down so much."

All of his painstaking efforts were for the He family, for the benefit of his only son, but it was fine if He Ziming didn't get close to him, and he continued to make trouble.

He Ziming's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he turned his head to look at the anxious He Mingyi, and slightly raised his thin lips, "I might let my father down all the time."