Honey Mommy A exploded

"The testator: Qu Shuyun, female, born on April 1976, 4... was sober at the time of making the will.

The content of the will is as follows: 50.00% of the shares of Kunyun Pharmaceutical Company under my name, and my Xinghu Villa at No. 118 Beihu Road... After my death, my daughter Yan Jiu will inherit them. "

"and many more,"

Qu Rumin couldn't wait to interrupt, "Kunhong also invested in this villa, and Qu Shuyun didn't buy it by herself. What right does she have to leave it to Yan Jiu?"

As soon as the words fell, the lawyer beside her couldn't wait to take out a document: "Yes, according to the bank statement, half of the funds for purchasing the villa came from Mr. Yan Kunhong's bank card. Based on this, Ms. Qu Shuyun has no right to transfer The entire villa is left to Yan Jiu as a legacy."

Lawyer Chen took the materials and frowned after reading them.

He handed the information to Yan Jiu, Yan Jiu reached out to take it, glanced at it and threw it aside: "Is it half?"

"Yes, half. According to the current market price, half is more than 3000 million,"

Qu Rumin was persuasive, "Yan Jiu, I know you want this villa, after all, this is the last thought your mother left for you... How about this, your father and I won't make it difficult for you, if you can't get it The more than 3000 million yuan can be offset by the shares of Kunyun Pharmaceutical."

Although the company is small, it can generate money. She wants to secure this share!
As for the villa... She doesn't believe that Yan Jiu will be able to put on a shy face and force her and Yan Kunhong to move out!

If they don't move out, the villa will actually belong to her and Yan Kunhong.

Even if Yan Jiu really has a way to drive her out, she can still make people disturb Yan Jiu's life and tear her face apart. It depends on who can win the fight!
Qu Rumin stared at Yan Jiu with determination, like staring at a fish on a chopping board.

Lawyer Chen was in a hurry: "Miss Yan, I suggest you not to give up your shares, this villa..." The value of this villa is far less than that of that company!
"I want it." Yan Jiu said lightly.

Qu Rumin looked at her daughter Yan Weiwei with an expected expression, and smiled knowingly.

"Sister, after signing it, the villa will be yours." Yan Weiwei said, handing over a share transfer agreement.

"Did I say that I would transfer the shares to you?" Yan Jiu asked back.

Yan Weiwei's hands froze in embarrassment.

"Sister, I'm not saying that you don't want to transfer the shares and want this villa. Is it possible that you can spend more than 3000 million yuan in one go? That's 3000 million yuan, not 3000 yuan."

Let alone three thousand, she probably couldn't even get three hundred from Yan Jiu's whole body.

How much money can a person save throughout the year if he lives abroad with a child?
Not to mention that Yan Jiu doesn't know anything yet, and has such an ugly scarred face, it's no wonder she can find a job...

Yan Jiu ignored her cynicism, took out her mobile phone and clicked a few times, then took out the house transfer agreement she had prepared and threw it on the coffee table.

"This is the transfer letter, sign it, and get out of my house with the money. I have just transferred the money to Uncle Chen's account, and he will give you the check after signing it."

Lawyer Chen, who was suddenly cueed, quickly looked down at his phone.

Sure enough, there was a latest transfer record on the phone, the amount was 500 million, which was definitely enough to pay for the house.

As if waking up from a dream, he suddenly stiffened: "Please sign the agreement as soon as possible, and don't waste my client's time!"

This attitude says it all.

Yan Kunhong's anger froze on his face, and when he thought about it carefully, he became even more furious: "Yan Jiu, where did you get so much money? What the hell did you do!"

"Excuse me, are you the tax bureau?" Yan Jiu asked back, "Do I need to report the money I earn to you?"

Qu Rumin still did not give up: "Yan Jiu, he is your father, how could you be so..."

"How could I be so unfeeling?" Yan Jiu looked puzzled, "It's weird, you seem to have lost your memory of what happened six years ago?"

Qu Rumin was momentarily at a loss for words.

"In addition, in order to thank you for helping me look at the villa for so many years, I gave you an extra 500 million, and don't even think about taking away anything that was originally in the villa, otherwise my lawyer will have a good talk with you."

As Yan Jiu said, she raised her hand neatly.

A group of men in suits and sunglasses came in from outside the door, lined up on both sides of the living room and stood still without saying a word.

Qu Rumin suddenly became nervous: "Yan Jiu! You... what are you doing!"

Yan Jiu leaned closer, looked at her terrified face, and chuckled lightly: "You don't even know about this? Send it to the God of Plague."

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