Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Yan Rusheng turned to the sofa and sat down, picking up the magazine on the coffee table, then leaning back, flipping the magazine casually.

"Mr. Yan, please use it." Zhang Dong made tea, full of seven, and put his hands in front of Yan Rusheng.

Attitude is never respectful.

Yan Rusheng nodded, "Thank you Mr. Zhang."

The word "thank you" is rarely spoken from him. At least he hasn't heard it. Zhang Dong's heart is getting more and more scared.

I called him over the weekend and asked him to have tea. I haven't had it once in 800 years. What can I do?

He bent down and sat down on the sofa, about two people away.

Then he looked at Yan Rusheng, waiting for him to speak.

"When Zhang Dong came in just now, I saw Lawyer Xiao outside." Yan Rusheng put down the magazine, raised his tea cup, and looked at Zhang Dong vividly.

Zhang Dong's eyes trembled sharply, then he nodded, "Yes ..."

Yan Rusheng took a sip of tea and said casually: "Rong Sheng is very messy now, I don't know if Zhang Dong feels it."

"It's really a bit ... at this time." Zhang Dong reached out and wiped his forehead, sweat began to rise and swell.

He felt that if he spoke for a second, he would tell bad things, which should be bad news for him.

Yan Rusheng said, "So ..."

He paused for a while, then went on to say, "I want to rectify the company, you small shareholders, I am willing to pay a high price to buy your shares, and I will definitely not let you suffer.

‘哐 当’

Zhang Dong's staggering eyes widened, and the cup he held in his hand slipped to the ground, shattered in response.

Hearing the sound, he hurried back again, bent down and reached out to pick up the broken cup and throw it into the trash.

He kept his head down and carefully picked up every small piece of debris.

Yan Rusheng looked down at him, his eyes flashed with cold light. After a while, he continued to speak, "In fact, this is good for you."

Fart is good and harmless. It is more tempting to get money all at once and have an objective profit share every year.

Zhang Dong snorted in his heart, raised his head, but his face was full of flattering smiles, "Yan Yan, you must be kidding me."

Yan Rusheng's face suddenly became cold, "I look like I'm kidding?"

It's also a leisurely tone, but it exudes the power of dementia.

Zhang Dong's eyes flashed a bit of hate quickly, and then he started to sell the old and the poor, "We, the old shareholders, followed Chairman Wang to fight Jiangshan. There is no credit or hard work."

As long as there is any way, even if he pleads in a low voice, and then drops his status and self-esteem, he will not choose to turn his face.

Harmony is hard and harmful.

Unless it's really time to go.

Yan Rusheng nodded logically, "So I appreciate your hard work for so many years, so that you can spend your old age comfortably, you can never have to worry about the company's development, what kind of public opinion the company is in, and never worry about me ... what will be the gossip that is harmful to the company's reputation, you can raise flowers at home, tease birds, or walk your dog with your grandson and enjoy the joy of heaven. "

His tone is so serious, what he says is so thoughtful and thoughtful

Zhang Dong's face was flushed with redness, and he didn't dare to make a fist with both hands. He continued to sell smiling faces. "I have a son, and he continues to share the burden for Rongsheng."