The cute wife is fierce and fierce: the husband holds it high

At present, Shenghui holds shares. Huo Tingchu holds 38% and is the largest shareholder. The old man has 17% and is the second shareholder. Huo Ruiyang has 15% and is the third shareholder.

Shenghui is a family business, but over the years, the shares have been divided a lot. The remaining 25% is in the hands of a group of shareholders, and the remaining 5% are scattered shares.

Huo Tingchu's current position is very stable. Since he took office, the achievements he has made are unmatched by previous presidents. If he maintains his peak state, no one can pull him down.

If the old man's shares are transferred to him, Huo Tingchu will become the largest shareholder of Shenghui with 55% of the shares, and it is even less likely that he will be dismissed from the position of president.

He is seeking stability, and he wants to hold all the benefits in his own hands.

These years, the shares in the hands of the old man have always been popular, not to mention that Huo Tingchu is watching, Huo Ruiyang is also watching, at least two or three times a year, but the old man has never made any clear statement, and seems to be very happy with the current three-legged confrontation situation.

Huo Tingchu said softly: "what does Dad think I want from you?"

Mr. Huo's expression was a little complicated, "I thought you would ask..."

"That matter will not be a request." Huo Tingchu cut off Mr. Huo's words. He is a person who pays great attention to etiquette. This is the first time that he interrupted without authorization when his elders were speaking. A pair of dark eyes stared at him. Come, the firm belief in it is inviolable.

"One day, I will do it myself, and I will justify my mother's name openly, and I will not ask anyone in the Huo family."

Anyone in the Huo family...

It also includes Mr. Huo.

For so many years, Huo tingchu has never let go of it in his heart.

It's no wonder that he targets Huo Ruiyang everywhere, it's a life-and-death situation, he just takes control of the sovereignty when he counterattacks appropriately.

He hated it in his heart!
The old man's eyes slowly gathered some heat, he raised his hand and pressed hard on the eyelids, pushing back the soreness that had been pushed to the eye sockets.

"Okay, I'll give you the shares, and Sheng Hui will be handing them over to you. From now on, if your elder brother commits another crime, I won't bother and let you handle it."

After finishing the words, the old man put the documents on the coffee table and picked up the teacup to drink tea.

What he meant was very clear. If this document was to be destroyed, Huo Tingchu would have to destroy it. If someone else did it, he would be unhappy.

How could Huo tingchu not understand this meaning.

He didn't move immediately, the lighter was ignited several times in his hand, and the flickering fire jumped into the depths of his pupils, deep eye sockets, his expression became more remote and dark.

People like Huo tingchu who are decisive in the mall and have a deep city are often fragile at a certain point in their hearts.

He flicked the lighter a few times, and finally said, "Dad, take care of your elder brother, are you too spoiled, or are you thinking about the company?"

The old man frowned instantly: "What are you talking about!"

Huo tingchu doesn't doubt that if he goes back a few years, with the old man's violent temper, he is so angry that it's not too much to slap the table.

Huo tingchu doesn't want to accept it when he sees it. He is very persistent in this matter: "do I have to find out?"

The old man glared at him, licked his lips, and snorted, "Of course it's for the company. If your eldest brother's affairs are exposed, it will affect Sheng Hui, and what consequences will it have, haven't you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it." Huo Ting replied ambiguously at the beginning, but the next sentence was loud and loud: "that's right, family love is the most dispensable thing for your old man."

The old man's face immediately turned ugly.

This is not only a mockery of his indifference to his family, but even his son doesn't talk to him at the end of his life.

What's more, Huo tingchu is also using this to tell the old man cryptically that even if there is something wrong with Huo Ruiyang, Huo tingchu can keep Shenghui safe and sound.

Pity.

Family affection, trust, Mr. Huo never gave it to anyone.

In his eyes and heart, only interests come first.

Huo tingchu didn't want to say any more. He took the document in his hand and lit it with a lighter. The flame jumped up from the bottom quickly, reflecting bloodthirsty red in Huo tingchu's cold eyes.

Huo Tingchu took out the unlit cigarette just now, put it on his lips, and lit the cigarette close to the fire.

When the flames were about to reach his fingertips, he calmly threw it into the ashtray.

The old man's eyes also moved with his skeletal and elegant hands, and finally settled on the cigarette held between Huo Tingchu's fingers.

He knew that Huo tingchu was leaving.

"I will ask the lawyer to draw up the share transfer contract as soon as possible."

Huo Ting nodded at the beginning, still indifferent: "OK."

When he got up, the shadow cast by the tall figure jumped over the coffee table and spread onto the old man's legs, revealing a mature and thick aura in his gestures.

At this time, Huo tingchu has really grown into an independent adult.

He even knew that he had hit the old man's deathbed, half-negotiating and half-threatening to ask the old man to hand over the shares, and he gave it willingly.

Let Huo Ruiyang go...

It's easy to say, and it's just a matter of lip service, but Huo Tingchu has spent so many years collecting this sufficient evidence that was finally presented to the old man, and how much effort he has spent...

Hard to imagine.

He quickly destroyed it. Without knowing what cards Huo Ruiyang had, and whether his elder brother was holding something that determined Huo Tingchu's life or death, he dared to bet.

This courage and courage are exactly the same as Mr. Huo when he was young.

They are all people who can be cruel to others and themselves.

Among the three sons, the old man loved the eldest the most, but the third resembled him the most and was the one he owed the most.

Seeing that Huo Tingchu was about to leave, the old man couldn't hold back after all, and called out in a soft tone: "San'er..."

Huo Tingchu stood still, turned around, slightly put down the smoke body with his hanging right hand, looked at the old man with black eyes, alienated and dealt with it, "Yes, Dad."

The old man has a stalk in his throat. He has been a soldier for half his life, and he is used to giving advice to Fang Qiu in a high position. Even though he is old, the coercion of the superior has not diminished much in his body. This is inseparable from his usual majestic demeanor.

But the bad thing is that when he wants to say something warm, it's so difficult to speak.

It's no wonder that Huo Tingchu is sarcastic. Family affection is the most indifferent thing in his bones.

"I'm old, if you have free time, come home and have a look."

Huo Ting's eyebrows were clenched at the beginning, and there was something slowly rising up in his heart, either sour or bitter, but soon, more and more anger accumulated in his chest.

He couldn't vent it face to face, he could only use the strength of smoking to vent all his energy on it.