After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 8 Isn't that Mr. Zuo's little ancestor?

Unexpectedly, Xie Qingsu didn't even look at him, but wrote the pen in a natural and skillful manner.

For a moment, the blue and white hair brush worth several million in her hands seemed to turn into a vermilion pen above the court to judge life and death.

The hairpin flower script drawn out with one hook and one stroke is smooth and beautiful, but it is a bit more majestic and unrestrained than the pen and ink of many ordinary women, and the pen is sharp and sharp.

When Xie Qingsu was writing, his eyebrows and eyes were always calm and fixed. The hand holding the pen had written too many papers, and every drop of ink seemed to be infecting the magnificent palace 800 years ago.

The whole study was silent for a moment.

Xie Jianheng was still sitting where he was, not seeing how beautiful the words on the paper were, so he hinted because of the fact that the old man wanted to help her get a foothold in the company just now: "Didn't Qingsu die in Haicheng Business School before getting married?" A name? She has been in college for two years but has never attended a class. If she must learn something, it’s better to wait until after the divorce to get in touch with knowledge related to business and finance. After all, her name is You can’t just put your equity on hold, you will still have to join the company sooner or later, even if you don’t know anything like now.”

After finishing speaking, he found a silence in the study room.

No one ignored him.

Just about to speak again, Xie Zhang raised his hand suddenly, and said as if he didn't want to be disturbed again: "You arrange what I said as soon as possible, don't talk about other nonsense, go back."

It's nothing more than the same meaning, if you want Kang Xue to come back, you must agree to this only condition.

Xie Jianheng gave Xie Qingsu another cold look, knowing that the old man's decision could not be changed.

He didn't want to look at the horrible things written by Xie Qingsu, so he didn't glance at the table, stood up with a sullen face, and left without saying a word.

The door of the study was closed, and Mr. Xie quietly admired the small characters on the paper for a while, looked at Xie Qingsu beside him as if he had found a treasure, and then looked at the words written by her.

"When did you start learning?"

Hearing the old man ask, Xie Qingsu put down his pen, met his probing eyes, and said very calmly: "Grandpa's handwriting is so good, as your granddaughter, there will always be some inherited talents in her, do you still need to learn it specially?" ?”

Mr. Xie was immediately happy: "This flattery is very comfortable. I will ask someone to frame this picture and send it to your father's office in a few days."

Xie Qingsu was silent for a while: "You should give it to me."

Her handwriting was taken to an antique firm to be reviewed by experts. There is no need for real millennium-old traces, just this lost style of writing, and each word is worth at least hundreds of millions.

She inscribed a dozen words on it and gave it to Xie Jianheng, which would be too cheap for him.

It's not worth this kind of impulsiveness, Xie Qingsu would rather burn it by himself.

Of course, the old man's original intention was to vent his anger on his granddaughter. Seeing that she had no such intention, he didn't force it. He rolled up the rice paper with a smile, handed it to her, and said, "Although what your father said just now was unfair, but It is true that one sentence is true, practicing calligraphy can indeed cultivate one's morality."

Having said that, he looked deeply at Xie Qingsu again: "I see that your recent performances have been very good, but your temper is too cold and irritable. Although people are kind and bullied, it is good to change your past temper, but Too rigid is also easy to break.”

Xie Qingsu took the rice paper: "Got it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went out with his usual expression.
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The headquarters of the Xie Consortium is located in a 68-story office building in the central business district of Haicheng CBD.

The well-dressed female staff carried the meeting materials, shuttled through the building of Xie's consortium, and suddenly came to the door of the meeting room on the first floor and said: "Director He, I heard that Chairman Xie is going to bring Miss Xie to the company for inspection today. The quarterly board of directors refused to come, and now I don’t know what the idea is..."

He Qiuming took the meeting materials, his cold black eyes were calm and rigorous, and he said lightly: "Is it because the working hours are not full enough or because you have eaten too much breakfast? Do you have the leisure to discuss people not related to the company?"

The female staff member murmured in a low voice: "Didn't I see that you, Director He, are not in a good mood in the past few days after Miss Xie's accident, and I want to help you find an opportunity to vent your anger..."

Before he finished speaking, the black lengthened Lincoln stopped in the middle of the main entrance of the company in front of the lobby on the first floor.

Xie Jianheng got out of the car, and then the bodyguard opened the door on the other side.

Several staff members were already quietly looking out, and the female staff member in front of He Qiuming couldn't help turning her head to look over there, and said in a low voice, "You came so early? I thought you just came here to show your face and left Woolen cloth."

He Qiuming didn't speak, he caught a glimpse of the young woman beside Xie Jianheng, frowned slightly with his handsome eyebrows, and closed the meeting materials in his hand with a cold face.

Before Xie Dong came in, the staff pulled the female staff and discussed in a low voice: "What is she doing here? If you are divorced, why don't you hug Mr. Xie's thigh and cry, why come to the company to find a sense of existence?"

"I heard that in order to inherit the company in the future, she even went to Haicheng Business School to give her a name, but it was just a name..."

"If you have a silly love brain, you are useless. If Mrs. Xie really hands it over to her in the future, it will be over!"

"What exactly does the old man think? It is clear that the second lady has a better understanding of the situation inside and outside the company, and it is more convenient to work with the leaders, and...Director He also..."

A few people suddenly glanced in the direction of the inside, carefully matched their eyes, and quickly changed the subject again: "And what's the use of Xie Qing and Su Guang's blood relationship? The third ancestor of the family property..."

Xie Jianheng was outside the company door, turned his head and explained in a cold voice: "There is no board of directors today, I just came to the company to have a look, and don't talk nonsense inside."

Hearing this, Xie Qingsu only glanced at the company's surroundings, ignoring Xie Jianheng's commanding tone.

The surrounding buildings are taller than the other, and most of them are the leading corporate banking institutions in Haicheng.

Especially looking around, the 80-story silver-gray building in the very center of the CBD seems to go straight into the clouds. It is not marked with long and advanced company names and English introductions like other companies. There is only one very simple The understated "Left" word logo.

The surrounding geometric stainless steel design structure and the high-tech sense that people can't help but look at, it seems that as long as you stand on it, you can easily look at the sky at your fingertips and overlook all living beings.

In addition, on the right side of the towering building, there is a sightseeing elevator covered with golden glass that reaches the top floor.

At this distance and this angle, it is impossible to see whether there is anyone in the elevator, but it does not hinder the view from there to the outside.

Shen Luo followed Zuo Yushi out of the VIP room of the group, holding the draft contract that he just got in his hand, and after entering the elevator, he still lowered his head and analyzed carefully: "SK Group invited the state-owned investment bank this time, and issued a contract for their headquarters. A detailed analysis of value and future development, their sincerity in this contract is very..."

Sensing that Mr. Zuo seemed to be looking outside, Shen Luo paused, raised his head and subconsciously glanced.

From this angle, you can see the person in front of the building a hundred meters away...

Shen Luo's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he quickly adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and took a closer look.

Ho!Isn't that Mr. Zuo's little ancestor?

(End of this chapter)