The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

Among the wealthy families, brothers fight against each other, father and son are at odds, such things are simply normal.

What she has heard and seen with her own eyes, Ling Xinyue firmly believes that what belongs to her, she must not let Ling Weiwei take it away.

Since her father won't give it to her, then she should find a way by herself.

After pretending to be well-behaved at home for a few days, Ling Xinyue said with tears that she was really wrong, and she will never film those messy scenes again, and finish her studies well.

Then, Ling Xinyue said pitifully that after graduation, if she wanted to start a small advertising company, it would be considered her dream come true, and she hoped that Ling Yuanshan would agree.

A few million, fulfilling her daughter's dream, and this is her specialty, if you work hard, maybe it will be a way out in the future?

Ling Yuanshan almost agreed after a little thought.

The relationship between father and daughter eased, and Ling Xinyue's confinement was released.

Going to school during the day and returning home on time at night, when Ling Yuanshan is busy in the study, Ling Xinyue will bring a cup of hot tea in.

Except for Ling Ziyang's growing dislike of going home, everything in this family seems to be slowly getting on the right track.

Ling Yuanshan thinks this is very good.

At the Ling's annual meeting on Christmas, he will hand over the Ling's Group to Lin Weiwei. At that time, he can have a good rest and start his retirement life.

Half a month flies by.

Christmas is Sunday, and Ling's annual meeting is scheduled for Friday night.

Except for all the employees of the company, all the invitation letters from Ling's were sent out at the beginning of the month, and all customers and suppliers will be present at that time.

At the high-level meeting, seeing that Ling Yuanshan had arranged for him to greet all the suppliers, Ling Ziyang couldn't help being startled.

Customers are the lifeblood of a company, and so are suppliers.

Especially for these suppliers, Ling has been cooperating with them for so many years.

However, just like there are good and bad people, within the same supplier, there are naturally some who are upright and those who are full of thoughts.

He is not afraid, he will take advantage of this annual meeting to collude with those suppliers and do something that is not good for Ling's?

"Zi Yang, what's the matter? Is there a problem?"

Ling Ziyang was still in a daze, when Ling Yuanshan's gentle voice sounded at the top.

Looking up, his father's gaze was the same as before, without dissatisfaction, let alone hatred, as if he was still his son.

Ling Ziyang nodded numbly, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Okay, then do that."

Ling Yuanshan made a decision, the meeting ended, and all the high-level officials filed out.

Ling Ziyang was the last one.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say "Dad". Ling Ziyang looked up at Ling Yuanshan who was puzzled, and said in a low voice: "The supplier, why not arrange for Weiwei to entertain her? She has more contacts than me. There are many, and I am familiar with those people, so it is easy to greet them."

Ling Yuanshan laughed loudly, "No matter how capable Weiwei is, she doesn't have the technique of avatar, so she can't split it into several pieces, right? Besides..."

Patting Ling Ziyang on the shoulder, Ling Yuanshan looked warmly, "You are Weiwei's younger brother after all. No matter how handy your subordinates are, how can you be more reliable than your younger brother? In the future, when father is gone, the Ling family can only flourish if your siblings work together. Woolen cloth?"

Brother and sister, Ling's...

He clearly knew that he was not his son, but he still had expectations of himself. He was too good at acting, so what bigger plan of revenge was he planning?

Or, does he really still consider himself a son?

For a while, I think it is the former, and for a while, I feel that Ling Yuanshan is not that kind of person, it should be the latter.

Sitting alone in the conference room, Ling Ziyang didn't know what to do.