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I heard Ding Mu say that he wanted to transfer his company's shares. Mei Bingling's ageless face also showed a trace of passion: "Ding Mu, Xue Jian is my good sister. You want to transfer the shares and let me subscribe for some! I don't have much money, but I only have a few hundred." Wanlinghua."

Now everyone knows that the shares in Ding Mu's hands are the golden chickens that lay eggs. From Ye Qingzi, the master of Qianmen, to Mei Bingling, the leader of the second generation, they all covet him. With Dingmu's shares, they will have food and clothing, and financial freedom.

Ding Mu hesitated and said, "This..."

Before Mei Bingling spoke, Mei Tianlin said: "Ding Mu, you don't have to do this. Don't be afraid. Your status is different from those of the nouveau riche. There are rules in this circle, no matter who you are. Touch your cake. They also have to think about their descendants. If your cake is touched, their descendants will be even worse."

Ding Mu shook his head and said: "I'm not afraid of anything. Money has long been just a number to me. Now I just want the people around me to live in peace and happiness. If I have the spare time, I can benefit mankind or something." "

No one felt anything strange when Ding Mu spoke in such a loud tone. Just because Ding Mu's contribution was so great.

Ding Mu said lightly: "Actually, if it were not to save the market, I would not have wanted to take out these technologies so quickly. In the past two days, I have thought about it carefully. Although our Dahua is strong, we are not invincible. These world-changing technologies Once these things appear, the future political and even diplomatic situation will be very delicate. I want to get rid of these things so that I have less to worry about. I will hand over a full set of technical information to the country."

Mei Tianlin and Mei Bingling were silent. Their status was high enough and they could basically understand Ding Mu's thoughts. Mei Xuejian looked at Ding Mu with admiration. She was Ding Mu's nominal fiancée. He was also deeply proud of Ding Mu.

At this moment, Mei Zhibai walked out of the back room and said to Ding Mu with a smile: "Ding Mu, the old man wants to see you."

Ding Mu'er was smart and knew Mei Zhibai's whereabouts, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Mei Zhibai just heard Ding Mu's words, patted Ding Mu's shoulder gently and said, "Good boy."

Ding Mu said nothing, just smiled in return.

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Mei's study room.

There is no place where generals and generals cannot enter. Ding Mu walked in under the leadership of Mei Zhibai himself.

This study is on the first floor of the villa, with large floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window is a small courtyard with white walls. Many precious purple bamboos are planted in the small circle. There are also stone tables and chairs in the bamboo forest.

In the room, there are bookcases on two walls. There are many books in them, some commemorative and some of the correspondence between Mr. Mei and the older generation of revolutionaries. There are also some of the latest popular books and recent journals, magazines, internal references, and newspapers, which shows that the elderly are still concerned about the current situation. In addition to the bookcase, there is also a bookcase in front of the window, with the soothing ambergris burning in the incense burner above.

Mr. Mei's much thin body was nestled in the old wicker chair behind the desk, with a blanket covering his legs. His eyes were slightly closed, and his head was drooped, as if he had no energy.

When Ding Mu entered the house, Mei Zhibai closed the door, leaving only Ding Mu and Mr. Mei together. Ding Mu cautiously said, "Grandpa Mei?"

Mei Mingli opened her eyes and whispered: "Ding Mu is here, sit down, move a chair and sit next to me."

"Yes." Ding Mu agreed, moved a chair gently, and then sat next to Mr. Mei. He casually held Mr. Mei's cold hand, using up some gentle internal energy to make the old man feel better.

Feeling Ding Mu's inner strength, Mr. Mei's pale face took on a hint of blood, his eyes became more radiant, and he spoke with more strength. The old man said slowly: "Our two families have been friends for generations. You and Xuejian have an appointment with Qin and Jin again. Needless to say. I also know a little about your adventure and your relationship with Wuhuamen. What happened this time and the reason behind it. It’s complicated. However, there is no way around the word “profit”. Let’s put it this way, my assassination this time has nothing to do with your affairs.”

After saying this long sentence, Mr. Mei paused, adjusted his breathing, and let Ding Mu digest the meaning of his words.

Ding Mu is such a smart person. He nodded and said: "I understand what you said, and I have figured it out a long time ago. The interests in the three companies I established before are too great."

"It's too big." Mr. Mei said with some depression, "It's so big that I, an old man, can't hold your waist."

Ding Mu reflected on himself: "I was indeed a little reckless in this matter, mainly to save the market. I felt that the country also supported it, so I did it. However, I have figured it out now. I plan to give up all these shares and only want my family." Just be safe."

Mr. Mei suddenly laughed and said, "I think you are not doing it to save the market, but because the father of the little girl from the Meng family begged you."

"Uh." Ding Mu said subconsciously, "You also know this."

"Haha." Mr. Mei laughed heartily, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he laughed until he coughed.

Ding Mu quickly patted the old man's back to soothe his body.

Mr. Mei stopped laughing and then said: "I said, I still know some things about you. Originally, there were some things that I didn't want to tell anyone, not even your Uncle Mei. But the current situation must be Someone must know this and inherit this power. Therefore, you must listen carefully and remember what I am going to say next.”

"Your orders." Ding Mu nodded solemnly. Before Mr. Mei opened his mouth, he seemed to have vaguely captured something.

Mr. Mei said: "Ye Qingzi is mine."

This sentence seemed to be earth-shattering and shocked Ding Mu all of a sudden. However, Ding Mu's mind suddenly connected with a lot of things. If Ye Qingzi is from Mei Lao, then many things will make sense. Moreover, if Ye Qingzi were from Mr. Mei, then Mr. Mei would really know a lot about him. Including some things you don’t even understand.

"That's what Ye Qingzi said about the equity." Ding Mu said.

"That's what I mean." Mei Lao said, "I originally wanted Ye Qingzi to enlighten you, but something happened to me, but it seems that you have completely figured it out."

"I see." Ding Mu has indeed completely figured it out. This matter is not complicated at all, but Ding Mu has not thought about it at all. And it is not convenient for Mr. Mei to go directly to Ding Mu and tell him. If Ding Mu misunderstands that he wants to rely on his own power to seize Ding Mu's things, there will definitely be discord and things will not be good.

Moreover, Mr. Mei also used Ye Qingzi's words to convey a meaning and attitude to himself. Mr. Mei didn't care at all about the fact that there were many women around Ding Mu, and he even had an illegitimate child.

Now Ding Mu fully understood, he said: "Grandpa Mei, actually I have come to ask you for advice. Let's put it this way, now I can give up all the equity and so on. You teach me, what should I do now?"

Mr. Mei, with his wisdom in hand, said: "I know that you don't love the country and the beauty. But, it should be your thing, and you shouldn't give it up. Even if you have to give up something to serve the country, the country will not treat you badly. .Look, you have forgotten your original identity."