The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 682 What should I do

In the Shangmu Club, several men sat in a private room. They did not play cards as usual, and there was red wine in front of everyone.

"Jingrui, what are your plans?" Chu Silu asked. Xue Jingrui had been sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, squinting his peach blossom eyes and looking at a certain place. The ashtrays in front of him had piled up into a hill.

"I don't have any plans," Xue Jingrui returned to his senses, and at the same time changed his sitting position, "If he doesn't agree to my conditions, I won't agree to my mother's divorce from him."

Sitting next to him, Li Jianhao looked down at the red wine glass turning in his hand, and said leisurely, "It can be seen that uncle is determined."

Yesterday, Xue Jingrui went to see outside the ward door a few times, and he went with him a few times. He could see Xue Tingwu's love for the mother and daughter.

Mo Zhiqian was sitting in the corner, with one arm wrapped around his chest and the other holding a red wine glass facing the front, wondering what he was thinking, and he never said a word about Xue Jingrui's family affairs.

Chu Silu glanced over lightly, sighed silently, since Zeng Li left, he has been so reticent.

Withdrawing his gaze, Chu Silu lowered his eyes and unconsciously played with the red wine glass in front of him, "What if uncle doesn't agree?"

Xue Jingrui held the red wine in his hand, and he snorted coldly as he was about to bring it to his lips, "If he doesn't agree, I'll call a shareholder meeting tomorrow, make his actions public, and unite with the shareholders to impeach him."

Li Jianhao doesn't know much about business, so I don't want to talk about it. Both Chu Silu and Mo Zhiqian have their own companies, and they are also well aware of the conflict of interests among shareholders.

Mo Zhiqian, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth, still looking ahead, with a calm expression, "Jingrui, don't forget, the company was built by uncle, and those old shareholders may not be on your side."

"Then what should I do? Seeing him send my mother away with a sum of money?" Xue Jingrui suddenly turned his head and looked over, with obvious excitement in his wide peach eyes.

Mo Zhiqian took a sip of red wine slowly, and said leisurely, "There are many ways to deal with things. If your method doesn't work, you have to think of a better way. If you want to lift someone up, you don't have to be head-on. The super market quietly collects chips, and when the shares you hold surpass your uncle, he will naturally give way to you."

"But doesn't he still hold the shares of the company?" Xue Jingrui retorted unconvinced, forcing his father to transfer the shares to his mother because he didn't want the mother and daughter to inherit.

"Jingrui, sometimes it's not necessarily killing everything is a fatal move. A little bit of corrosion may get better results."

"Like you treated Zeng Li back then? Don't you kill her and stay by your side for a little bit of torture?" As soon as Mo Zhiqian's voice fell, Xue Jingrui said bluntly, without concealing his sarcasm in his words. People who get carried away by their intentions also lose their sense of proportion.

Mo Zhiqian suddenly turned his eyes to look at him, the coldness in Hei Yao's eyes was obvious, the fingers pinched on the goblet unconsciously tightened, and the back molars bit and bit again, under the tense emotions of Chu Silu and Li Jianhao Standing up suddenly, "I just remembered, there are still some things I haven't dealt with." After finishing speaking, he put the goblet on the coffee table and strode out of the private room.

"Third, it's too much." After Mo Zhiqian left, Chu Silu patted Xue Jingrui's shoulder to remind him.

Although Mo Zhiqian imprisoned Zeng Li by his side, his brothers could see his feelings for Zeng Li.

"Third brother, second brother is also doing it for your own good. I don't understand business matters, but second brother has been managing the company for many years, so he should have rich experience." Xue Jingrui glanced at Li Jianhao lightly, then lowered his head and continued smoking.

(End of this chapter)