The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Zhou Meiyue persuaded Uncle Tong: "Uncle Tong, my father has already gone, and Huang Guolong is dead, so let's not pursue it any further."

Uncle Tong slapped the table hard, "No, the master is so kind to me, I can't let the master die so aggrieved. I must investigate this matter and find out the truth. If anyone is involved in the murder of the master, I swear to let him die." It's ugly."

Ye Zhibing saw that Uncle Tong was emotional now, so he didn't have the same knowledge as him.

Otherwise, Zhou Meiyue is the master and Uncle Tong is the servant. Now the servant can decide things more than the master, which is not normal.

Zhou Meiyue was also patient, listening to Uncle Tong rambling on about revenge, hoping that he would be quiet after venting his anger.

After about half an hour, Uncle Tong said to Zhou Meiyue with tears in his eyes: "Miss, tell me where the master's body is now. I will take someone to pick up the master and give him a grand burial."

Zhou Meiyue hesitated, wondering if he should tell Uncle Tong the whereabouts of President Gao's body.

If Uncle Tong went to dig a little, things would be a big mess, and the city might be full of wind and rain, and it was inevitable.

Seeing that Zhou Meiyue was in trouble, Ye Zhibing stood up for her: "Uncle Tong, Mr. Gao has already died, I think it's better not to disturb him anymore."

Because of this sentence, Uncle Tong vented his anger on Ye Zhibing.

He thumped the table heavily, and roared angrily: "Mr. Ye, you are an outsider, how to arrange Mr. Gao's funeral, it is not your turn to speak."

Ye Zhibing just laughed and said nothing, scold you as much as you want, anyway, knowing Uncle Tong, you are in a bad mood, so I don't have the same knowledge as you.

Zhou Meiyue was a little unhappy. Ye Zhibing was invited by her, and she trusted him deeply. How could he be scolded by a servant who played the role of housekeeper?
She straightened her face, "Uncle Tong, Mr. Ye is my good friend, and I allow him to talk about family matters."

Although Uncle Tong was angry, he still knew the difference, closed his voice, and said in a low voice: "Miss is right, I won't say more. By the way, miss, have you finished eating? If you finish eating, I will let the servants Come clean up."

"It's over, Uncle Tong."

Uncle Tong yelled out the door: "Come in and clean up the dining table."

The servants opened the door and walked in, and began to clear the table.

Zhou Meiyue stood up and said to Ye Zhibing, "Mr. Ye, let's sit in the living room."

Ye Zhibing stood up, nodded and agreed.

When the two left the restaurant, Tong Shuhong stared at their backs behind him, feeling that the matter was full of doubts.

Ye Zhibing and Zhou Meiyue discussed over tea in the living room.

Around noon, Uncle Tong came in.

He said politely, "Miss, Mr. Ye, lunch is ready."

Zhou Meiyue observed Uncle Tong's expression, and saw that although his face was gloomy, he was not angry anymore, so she felt relieved.

"Okay, thank you Uncle Tong."

Zhou Meiyue thanked Uncle Tong politely, and turned to invite Ye Zhibing to go with her.

"By the way, miss, you asked me to notify the heads of the companies in the Gao Group to hold a meeting, which has been arranged."

Zhou Meiyu was a little surprised, so fast?
"Uncle Tong, when is that arranged?"

Uncle Tong replied: "Miss, it's nine o'clock tomorrow morning, in the large meeting room on the top floor of the Gao Group headquarters."

Zhou Meiyue nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Tong, you have worked hard, Uncle Tong."

Uncle Tong forced a smile, "You're welcome, Miss."

……

After breakfast the next day, Uncle Tong said to Zhou Meiyue: "Miss, the car outside is ready."

Zhou Meiyue tidied up and said, "Alright then, let's go to the meeting now."

Ye Zhibing stood up and followed Zhou Meiyue.

Uncle Tong saw it, and although he was unhappy, he didn't say anything.

At a quarter to nine, the car arrived at the office building of the Gao Group headquarters. Uncle Tong opened the door for Zhou Meiyue, "Miss, we're here."

Zhou Meiyue got out of the car and looked back at Ye Zhibing.

"Uncle Tong, Mr. Ye will also attend today's meeting."

Uncle Tong didn't want Ye Zhibing to participate. From his point of view, Ye Zhibing was just an outsider. In what capacity would he participate?

He told Zhou Meiyue tactfully: "Miss, Mr. Ye is neither an employee nor a shareholder of the company, he... is not eligible to participate, right?"

Zhou Meiyue smiled slightly, "Uncle Tong, I forgot to tell you that yesterday I decided to donate [-]% of the shares held by my father to Mr. Ye for free, so you see, can Mr. Ye participate?"

"But, miss, the master did not agree..."

As soon as the uncle talked, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Mr. Gao was dead, so it was naturally the young lady who made the decision.

Zhou Meiyue didn't grasp this sentence and say anything, but just ordered: "Uncle Tong, lead the way."

Uncle Tong breathed a sigh of relief, but reluctantly led the way.

The employees I met on the road, no matter what level they were, bowed [-] degrees when they saw the lady who never came to the company, and shouted sweetly: "Hello, miss!"

Zhou Meiyue was expressionless, and did not respond to other people's greetings, just followed Uncle Tong.

She knew that her opponent was not these ordinary employees, but the big tricksters who came to the meeting.

When Mr. Gao was alive, they were very well-behaved, but once they learned that Mr. Gao was gone, would they take it seriously as a young and inexperienced girl?

The more Zhou Meiyue thought about it, the more flustered she became, so she couldn't help but look at Ye Zhibing.

Only when I saw Ye Zhibing did I have the confidence to face it.

When we came to the top floor, the meeting room was already full of people, and everyone was discussing something in a low voice.

Ye Zhibing's ears were sharp, and he heard that they were talking about Mr. Gao's death.

This is strange, did Uncle Tong tell them the news?

Or did they get the news from other sources?

Ye Zhibing couldn't ask Uncle Tong for confirmation, so he silently followed Zhou Meiyue into the conference room.

There are almost 40 senior executives inside, and each of them looks extremely capable.

Most of them are talents selected by Mr. Gao. Mr. Gao's vision is not bad, and there are many people who take refuge in him, so there are relatively many capable people.

Uncle Tong walked in and shouted: "Everyone be quiet, we are going to have a meeting now."

The chattering discussions in the venue stopped immediately, and everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Meiyue.

As for what they were thinking, neither Zhou Meiyue nor Ye Zhibing could tell, their faces were expressionless, like wax figures.

"Now, Miss Gao, please say a few words to everyone, and everyone applauds!"

Uncle Tong was also expressionless, presiding over the meeting as a matter of routine.

There was clapping of applause, and upon hearing the sparse applause, one could tell that everyone was just dealing with business.

Today, Zhou Meiyue and Ye Zhibing faced a huge challenge, how to break the situation?