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The chairman of Yingyi Securities is the seventy-three-year-old Qiu Xiangnan, Qiu Yuting's grandfather. He has retired to the second line a long time ago. Unexpectedly, people have bad luck, and the old man suffered a brain stroke and was sent to the hospital.

As soon as Lei Hao was trapped, he saw that the reporters who were already weak in the conference room were eager to give it a try, and he suddenly felt that something was not good.

With Lei Hao's qualifications and his procrastinating approach, the big media are too lazy to serve him. Therefore, except for Yu Dahong, who was specially invited here, the other reporters here belong to small media, almost all of which are "Yangcheng Finance" , "Shenzhen Finance" and other regional newspapers and magazines.

It was originally a semi-promotional plan of mutual benefit and mutual assistance. Now that something like Qiu Xiangnan has happened, people here naturally feel differently. If there is a huge change in Yingyi Securities, the headlines and front pages will not dare to say it. If there is first-hand information, it will be for their own benefit. It is still possible to contribute to performance.

"Mr. Qiu."

"Mr. Qiu, about Chairman Qiu..."

When it comes to bonuses, people no longer care about the rules and stand up one after another to ask questions, with a tendency to crowd in.

"Sorry, I can't answer your questions at the moment." Qiu Yuting felt empty, and her mood was obviously not right when she spoke.

Lei Hao walked to Qiu Yuting's side. He wanted to reach out but hesitated. He could only comfort him in a low voice: "Ji people have their own destiny, everything will be fine."

"I hope." Qiu Yuting said with a bitter smile. She lost her parents when she was a child. It can be said that she was brought up by her grandfather. The relationship between the grandfather and grandson is very good. Although Qiu Xiangnan is a bit patriarchal, Qiu Yuting really doesn't get anything. Not stingy.

Lei Hao couldn't completely empathize with her, but seeing Qiu Yuting's depressed look, he felt a little pity in his heart.

But Lei Hao still had a doubt. For news like Qiu Xiangnan's accident, the group of colleagues should be buzzing, but he didn't receive even half of the relevant future information. Was it bad luck? Or other reasons?

"Mr. Qiu, we can understand your current mood, but since everyone is here, it means that the relationship between us and Yingyi Securities is not bad. Can you answer the question for a moment?" Yu Dahong said, The words made Qiu Yuting very helpless.

"I know what you want to ask, and I can tell you." Qiu Yuting regained her composure and said, "My grandfather did not get involved in the company's specific work a long time ago. His existence is more of a spiritual symbol. So this matter is a private matter of our Qiu family."

"As far as I know, Chairman Qiu owns 35% of the shares of Yingyi Securities. According to the current situation, these shares will definitely be distributed. Do you think you can take over the company?" Yu Dahong continued to ask.

"My grandfather only owns 29% of the shares, and 35% is a myth." Qiu Yuting refuted the rumors without thinking. 30% is a hurdle for the equity allocation of listed companies, although Qiu Xiangnan actually controls more than 35% of the shares. But the specific method will of course not be made public.

"Okay, Mr. Qiu needs to rush to Shanghai now. If you have any questions, just check the announcement on our company website." Lei Hao stopped these people from asking further questions and asked Qiu Yuting to leave the conference room.

See the announcement? Yu Dahong was so confused that he left Qiu Yuting alone and ran to see the announcement of Lao Shizi.

Feeling that Qiu Yuting was in a low mood, with tears even flashing in her eyes, and seeing that these reporters showed no sympathy at all, Lei Hao felt inexplicably irritated, and pulled Qiu Yuting to the door of the conference room, ignoring her. Guys like Yu Dahong who feel good about themselves.

Lei Hao took Qiu Yuting away, and Yu Dahong and others were dumbfounded. They hadn't finished the interview yet. Besides, if such an emergency happens, if you don't throw some meat into it, they will be sorry if they give up. reporter’s identity.

"Damn, this bastard." Yu Dahong cursed fiercely: "Who does he think he is?"

"Lao Yu, stop yelling. He is a project manager. Hehe, we are just wage earners." Someone next to him interrupted and said, "Anyway, we have the red envelope and the content of the interview. We can just use the money to do things."

"Given the current situation of Yingyi Securities, we should be lucky that there is no civil unrest. But we still want to promote and promote development? I think there is no chance."

These reporters from the financial media gathered together and had a relaxed conversation, but Lei Hao just slapped them in the face. By then, the report might not be very harmonious.

On the other side, Lei Hao held Qiu Yuting's palm for the second time today. After leaving the conference room, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Li Yingfeng's number: "Help me book a flight to Shanghai at 5 o'clock, and you will come and take me there right away." Airport."

"OK, senior brother." Li Yingfeng knew that Lei Hao was Qiu Yuting's "boyfriend" and also knew that Qiu Xiangnan had suffered a stroke and was hospitalized, so he agreed simply.

It is now approaching 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the nearest flight time from Yangcheng to Shanghai is 5 o'clock. At 4:30, Lei Hao arrived at the airport with Qiu Yuting.

After checking in, getting the boarding pass, and going through the security check, everyone got on the plane. Only then did Lei Hao realize that Qiu Yuting had put away her phone and was looking at him.

"Why did you come with me?" Qiu Yuting bit her lip and asked.

"Ha, I can't let you be alone." Lei Hao was a little embarrassed. He turned his head away, feeling that he was stupid.

"Is it none of my business that Qiu Xiangnan is hospitalized? Why do you have to fly to Shanghai with him? I'm such a dick." Lei Hao silently despised himself in his heart.

"This guy is quite unambiguous." Qiu Yuting glanced at Lei Hao and silently gave him some points in her mind, but she had no intention of chatting and instead tilted her head and looked out the window.

After two and a half hours of silence, the plane finally arrived in Shanghai. When he saw the exit, Lei Hao felt a pair of hands reaching out to hold his arms. He suddenly felt a little stiff.

Turning around to look, Qiu Yuting, who had been in a low mood, actually blinked her eyes playfully and said: "Just in time, I'll take it to my grandpa to celebrate, and also let you feel in advance that being my boyfriend is very stressful. .”

high pressure? Lei Hao was a little disapproving. After seeing the crowd picking up the plane and knowing the identities of these people, he felt it.

The Director of the Compliance Department, the Director of the Risk Management Department, the Director of the Legal Department, and several senior executives of the company did not go to the hospital at this time, but went to the airport to pick up Qiu Yuting. This in itself was weird.

After seeing Qiu Yuting holding Lei Hao's hand, everyone's eyes naturally focused on her, especially those young and middle-aged men under the age of forty, whose eyes wanted to tear Lei Hao to pieces.

"It seems that not only is he under a lot of pressure, but he has also chosen to take sides invisibly." Looking at this situation, Lei Hao immediately guessed: "The water in the head office is also quite deep."