Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Yang Hua fumbled a mahjong, turned around: "Is it the Jiang family?"

"I don't know, but they drive a very stylish car." The little boy scratched his head.

"That's probably Jiang's family." Yang Hua put her mahjong upside down on the table, telling others not to look at her cards and go out to find someone.

This year, the Jiang family sent people from time to time to see how she was doing.

Yang Hua raised her head and saw a handsome car parked on the cement road in the village that was repaired last year. It was different from the BMW that Jiang's family drove over last time.

She couldn't recognize the name of the car either, so she walked over directly.

"Are you Miss Yang Baozhu?" Two people stopped beside the car. In mid-October, both of them were wearing black suits, which were out of place with the low houses in the village.

Yang Hua squinted at the two of them, "Yang Hua, thank you."

One of them was stunned, looked at Yang Hua's weathered face, studied it for a while, and then said, "Bao...Miss Yang Hua, you still have a brother, do you want to visit him?"

Yang Hua glanced at them, turned around and looked back.

The person who spoke originally thought that Yang Hua would be very excited after saying this sentence, but she turned around and left.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly followed.

At the gate of the yard, he could hear the sound of rubbing numbness inside: "Yang Hua, who is looking for you outside?"

"Damn liar." Yang Hua coughed and replied.

The courtyard gate slammed shut.

Outside the door, the person who heard the phrase "dead liar" clearly: "..."

"Is she really Miss Baozhu?" The big man beside him frowned.

He has been fascinated by it since he was a child, and he has been in contact with either famous daughters or wealthy ladies. He has never seen such an uncultivated and rude country woman.

The middle-aged man nodded and didn't reply, he just said: "Contact Mr., let him come over in person."

The young man was surprised: "But Mr.'s legs are inconvenient..."

He looked at the middle-aged man, and finally got into the car without saying anything, "I didn't expect that there would be an intercity bus in such a remote place..."

**

In the evening, Yang Hua called Meng Fu.

Tell her about the phone call from the perfume department teacher.

"I know in my heart that you don't need to worry about this," Meng Fu thought for a while, and then said, "Why are you useless with the card I gave you?"

"It's not worth the money," Yang Hua coughed, "Give the phone to Xiao Cheng, and I'll tell him, you don't have a single point in what you said."

Meng Fu frowned, handed the phone directly to Su Cheng, and went to talk to Mr. Jiang.

Su Cheng picked up the phone, just in time to hear Yang Hua coughing, "Are you sick? It's been cold recently, remember to keep warm."

Listening to Su Cheng's voice, Yang Hua felt a lot better, "Ah Fu left a lot of medicine, I'm too lazy to take it, how is she doing recently? Why are so many teachers looking for me recently?"

"It's okay," Su Cheng chuckled lightly, his eyelashes drooping, "Don't worry about it, Auntie, I'll deal with it with Zhao Fan. You don't have anything bothering you recently, right?"

Yang Hua is also familiar with Zhao Fan and Su Cheng, especially Su Cheng, Yang Hua has no defense against him.

"Yes..." Yang Hua scooped up a scoop of rice and sprinkled it in the yard, "I'm a bit tangled about one thing."

What it was, she couldn't say.

Su Cheng could hear that she was entangled, and didn't ask to the end. He pondered for a while, "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."

"That makes sense," Yang Hua said without going to high school or college, but of course she understood what she said, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, Xiao Cheng, I'm dead, the village chief asked me to play mahjong on WeChat gone."

She hastily hung up the phone with Su Cheng.

Meng Fu wanted to go back to the rented house in No. 1 Middle School, so he didn't stay overnight at Jiang's house.

Mr. Jiang sent her out, and when he could no longer see her back, he turned around, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Jiang Quan: "I just heard that Ms. Yang is sick, you send someone to check on it tomorrow."

Jiang Quan nodded.

Mr. Jiang asked again: "Did the Yu family notify you?"

"Well," Jiang Quan nodded and frowned, "I'll call Xinran later."

Although Jiang Quan didn't contact the Yu family anymore, Jiang Xinran would still call Jiang Quan during the holidays and birthdays.

After such a long time, although Jiang Quan said that he has become indifferent to his family, Jiang Xinran was raised by himself after all, and he used to hold it as a jewel in his palm, but he didn't do it that badly.

He sent the old man up and called Jiang Xinran.

Let her arrive at Jiang's on time tomorrow.

"By the way," his voice was not as friendly as before. At the end of the sentence, he said, "I just heard that your mother is sick. Go back and see her."

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Xinran opened her mouth. She wanted to say that her mother was not ill, but then she thought, Jiang Quan was talking about Yang Hua.

Jiang Xinran responded casually, then hung up the phone.

As for Yang Hua that Jiang Quan said, she left it behind.

Because the Yu family has never disclosed their relationship with Meng Fu, and she is still Yu Yong's niece, she doesn't want to let her classmates and friends know that her biological mother is just a vulgar countryman.

**

the next day.

Meng Fu got up early in the morning and arrived at the Jiang family according to Mr. Jiang's instructions.

Jiang shi now knows her from top to bottom, and when they see her coming, the staff who come and go will stop and greet her respectfully: "Miss."

Not far behind her, Jiang Xinran was registering her identity at the front desk.

She looked at Meng Fu's back, but said nothing.

Jiang's largest shareholding is Mr. Jiang, and now he is going to retreat behind the scenes to divide the shares equally.

Meng Fu sat on the long table on the left, and beside her was Jiang Xinchen.

As for Jiang Xinran, she sat at the end.

Mr. Jiang sat in the main seat and asked the lawyer to read out the share distribution.

Meng Fu was sitting next to Jiang Xinchen, with a cup of tea in her hand. Hearing what the lawyer said, she couldn't help frowning slightly. It was only when she came that she realized that today was actually a property division.

"Chairman Jiang Ke owns two real estate buildings, deposits of 160 million, and 49% of the shares. Now, the distribution is as follows, 20% of the shares are transferred to his son Jiang Quan, 10% of the shares are transferred to his grandson Jiang Xinchen, 9% of the shares The shares were transferred to his granddaughter Meng Fu..."

The lawyer read out one by one.

Jiang Quan sat at the top and nodded. The old man's shares were so much. Last year, he transferred 3% to Meng Fu. Adding 9%, Meng Fu could be regarded as Jiang's major shareholder.

Jiang Xinran finally got 10 million real estate.

Not a single share.

After the lawyer's announcement, several major shareholders will hold a meeting at the same time.

Jiang Xinran was naturally not qualified to participate, she came out of the conference room with a mobile phone in her hand...

10 million is the same as sending beggars.

The phone in her hand rang, and Jiang Xinran picked it up directly. It was Yu Zhenling, who asked her about the division of property today.

Jiang Xinran concealed her unwillingness and repeated it briskly.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Zhenling's voice changed, "Meng Fu 12%? Does she hold more shares than your younger brother?"

Jiang Xinran was also confused, she didn't hear the strangeness in Yu Zhenling's tone, she just nodded, "Yes, Mom, I'll tell you when I get back."

Yu Zhenling looked down at the phone, "How is it possible..."

"Ms. Meng is the elder sister of Master Xinchen. It's not surprising that she has a share." Beside her, the servant listened to Yu Zhenling's murmur and poured her a cup of tea. "After all, they are all from the Jiang family."

"Why isn't it strange? How could she take the shares of the Jiang family? She is not..." Hearing the servant's voice, Yu Zhenling subconsciously spoke, and the words came to her mouth, and she swallowed them again.

She lowered her head and saw that the phone was not hung up, so she hung up the phone upset.

**

It was only today that Meng Fu found out that she actually owns 12% of Jiang's shares.

It's just that she didn't have time to ask Mr. Jiang carefully, because today she was going to catch the "A Day of the Star" variety show.

At this moment, the whole person is a little out of state.

Zhao Fan asked Su Di, "What happened to her?"

Su Di knew a little bit and said something to Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan, she turned around and interviewed Meng Fu: "...So, in the future, do you want to go back to inherit billions of dollars, or go back to filming?"

Meng Fu came back to his senses, glanced at Zhao Fan, and said lazily, "If I can't get along, I won't shoot."

Zhao Fan: "..."

If you can't get along, you have to go home and inherit hundreds of millions of property. What kind of human suffering is this?

The car slowly arrived at the shooting site of "A Day of the Star".

Due to policy reasons, during the live broadcast last year, many places were not coded. This year's "A Day of the Star" changed the live broadcast method.

When Meng Fu arrived, other guests had arrived one after another.

When Zhao Fan got out of the car, she saw a person. She paused, then frowned, and lowered her voice to Su Cheng who came down from behind: "I didn't know he was the first guest, and the director team didn't say..."

Su Cheng put on a mask, looked at Xi Nancheng in front of him, with a calm expression on his face: "Well, what is the subject of this shooting?"

"Xi Nancheng is here, he must be the starter, and everyone in the circle knows that he is a member of the Go Club, and this is the headquarters of the Go Club," Su Cheng asked, and Zhao Fan paused: "Brother Cheng, there will be nothing wrong with this." Big problem, right?"

She remembered what happened in the Weiqi Club last year, and then she remembered Teacher Ge and the chessboard in Wanmin Village.

Zhao Fan suddenly raised his head and looked in Meng Fu's direction.

**

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