good night warlord

Gong Yimian narrowed her eyes, she will not let Murongli spoil her good deed, Gong Yimian said coldly:
"Oh, if Shi Yan wakes up, he will wake up, he is so capable, didn't he just want to be the heir if he didn't want it?

Moreover, this is grandpa's decision. What does grandpa need to explain to his grandson? "

Murong Li was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You..."

Gong Yimian said strangely:
"Based on what I know about Shi Yan, he doesn't care how much stock the grandfather gives to his great-grandson. I'm afraid that some people want to use the name of their son as an excuse, huh...excuse me."

Murongli was completely defeated in front of Gong Yimian.

Zhan Baicang's hands were trembling all the time, and the housekeeper watched worriedly from the side:

"Old man, you have to pay attention to your body, the doctor said, you can't be overjoyed..."

Zhan Baicang raised his hand and shook it tremblingly:

"fine……"

Under the housekeeper's worry, Murong Li's reluctance, and Gong Yimian's expectant eyes, Zhan Baicang's trembling persistent pen slowly began to write Zhan, Bai, Cang...

Gong Yinian looked at the shareholding document that was about to be completed with enthusiasm, and impatiently stepped forward to take the shareholding document away, but just when her hand was about to touch it, she was about to write the last stroke of "Cang" Zhan Baicang suddenly pressed his chest, raised his head high, and seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

Gong Yimian was very anxious, afraid that Zhan Baicang would die at this last critical moment, and the family property would fall into Zhan Shifeng's hands, so it had nothing to do with her:
"Grandpa, you are about to sign the paper, is it just the last stroke?"

Zhan Baicang reluctantly moved the tip of the pen with his right hand, as if he wanted to complete the last signature, but suddenly his body froze, and he fell to the side of the wheelchair, and the signature pen in his hand was also pressed by his body. , the last stroke was drawn out in a long stroke.

Gong Yimian tore out the shareholding certificate, and seeing the unfinished signature, she was in a bad mood.

This signature signed like this has no legal effect at all.

This old immortal's disease doesn't attack sooner or later, but it happened to her at the last second of completion, Gong Yimian stared suspiciously at Zhan Baicang who was already tilted in the wheelchair, wondering if this old immortal would It's fake.

Murongli hurried over, staring at the equity certificate in Gong Yimian's hand with concern, seeing the long handwriting at the signature place, couldn't help but curl his lower lip with joy.

But thinking of Zhan Baicang's current situation, it was inappropriate for her to laugh, so Murongli hastily suppressed his joy and went to Zhan Baicang's place:

"Old man, old man?"

The housekeeper anxiously stepped forward to support Zhan Baicang, but was grabbed by Gong Yimian:
"Where's the medicine from last time? Give it to the old man quickly."

The housekeeper shook off Gong Yimian's hand, and said angrily, "Ji Lao only gave me one life-saving medicine, and I finished it last time, so where is the medicine left?"

Murongli panicked when he heard this:

"Then what should we do? The old man can't have an accident."

Gong Yimian looked at the unsigned shareholding document in his hand, then at Zhan Baicang who had passed in the wheelchair, stomped his feet angrily:
"What else can I do? Hurry to the hospital."

With her 50.00% equity still not in hand, Zhan Baicang can't just die like this.

Murong Li hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, send him to the hospital, send him to the hospital."

She can't let Zhan Shifeng drive herself out of the Zhan family, so the old man can't die.

The opinions of the two were surprisingly consistent, but they had their own thoughts.

Zhan Baicang was quickly sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but the news that a big man like him who could make the business world tremble with a single cough, suddenly became seriously ill and entered the emergency room quickly spread. Home is inside the fuel.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhan Baicang's life was saved, but he was paralyzed again, unable to move his hands, unable to speak, only his eyes could move, but he was not much different from a vegetable.

The Zhan family was described as precarious by various media. Not long ago, the second young master of the Zhan family became a vegetable, and now the old man of the Zhan family, Zhan Baicang, was paralyzed again. As soon as these two heavy news broke out, the listed companies under the Zhan family consortium were already in danger. The stocks that were falling suddenly fell off a cliff, and some even fell directly to the limit.

A large number of stockholders sold Zhan's various stocks one after another. The sweet pastry in the eyes of stockholders has now become a hot potato, and they are afraid that they will not be able to get rid of it.

Compared with the stockholders who are busy selling stocks, other businessmen in the business world have green eyes. During the war, Murong Li, the iron lady, was cleared out of the Zhan family. This made these old fritters no longer have any scruples. Who doesn't want to lose the many subsidiaries of Zhan's.

For a while, the already thin Zhan family is now like a well-cooked fat sheep, and everyone wants to take a bite.

Gong Xiao has already made preparations. He will buy a large amount of stocks when Zhan Baicang falls and Zhan's shares fall. After concentrating all the loose stocks, he will become the largest shareholder of Zhan's. Zhan Baicang and Zhan Shiyan got along well, and he was also in charge of Zhan's consortium.

He originally planned to let Mr. Y collect the equity first, but he didn't expect Mr. Y to open his mouth. Gong Xiao was reluctant to part with half of his family property, so he decided not to have that vain reputation and decided to take over all the shares himself.

Just when he was gearing up and preparing a large sum of money to buy, he suddenly discovered that all the loose shares had been taken away quickly, and the other party was like a bottomless black hole, and there was not a single bit of loose shares left for Gong Xiao.

How is this going?

Gong Qing also paid close attention to the stock market, and was also waiting for good news, but he also discovered this situation, and an idea quickly formed in his mind:
"Father, this handwriting, could it be Mr. Y who did it?"

Gong Xiao's sharp eyes narrowed dangerously, and he said in a deep voice, "It's very possible.

You told him about this, so he also has time to prepare a large amount of funds, and he is also a member of the AN network, and he is better than us in manipulating the Internet stock market. "

Gong Qing was a little worried about this situation: "Then what should we do? We have been planning for so many years, are we going to watch Zhan become Mr. Y's dinner?"

That's too irritating, they are the ones who contribute, and others enjoy the benefits, Gong Qing feels aggrieved thinking about it.

Gong Xiao thought of something, raised his hand to stop his son's speculation: "Not necessarily."

Gong Qing: "Huh?"

Gong Xiao explained: "People like Mr. Y may not want to come to the business world of the capital, I think he is forcing us."

Gong Qing didn't understand even more, with a puzzled look on his face.

Gong Xiao lowered his eyes to think about his own analysis, and said:

"We asked him to cooperate, but the negotiation fell apart because of the price of the transaction. He is not interested in Zhan, but he is interested in money.

I guess he knew our urgency, so he planned to acquire half of our net worth by owning Zhan's stock. "

Gong Qing also hoped this was the case. Although it would be painful to pay half of the price, it was still acceptable to have Zhan to make up for it.

Gong Xiao made a decision: "Call Li Moran now..."