gentle control

Chapter 13 She is very suitable

Zhou Zongyan sat in the villa for a while. Xie Yin wanted to let him finish lunch before leaving, but as soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

It's the special assistant calling.

The head of a listed group company has a strict and intensive daily schedule, and he is not in a hurry to eat.

Zhou Zongyan stood up and nodded to say goodbye. His words and deeds all inherited the demeanor and upbringing of the Zhou family from generation to generation.

Xie Yin nodded with a smile and made no attempt to stay.

The two walked out of the front yard talking.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and a drizzle started to drift with the cool breeze.

The winter moon is approaching, and before you know it, the year is coming to an end.

The black Maybach parked quietly outside the carved wrought iron gate.

The driver was waiting aside with an umbrella and opened the back seat door for his husband.

In the continuous rain.

Watching the prospective son-in-law get into the car.

After the car drove away, Xie Yin turned around and went into the house, asking the nanny to cook some medicinal porridge for the young lady to warm up and dispel the cold.

"Shengsheng has a cold?" Aunt Tao asked.

Xie Yin glanced upstairs thoughtfully and smiled: "I was too thin when I went out yesterday. I must have caught a cold at night."

Aunt Tao nodded understandingly.

I only know that the lady rested at a friend's house last night.

I didn't notice that when Gu Yusheng came back just now, he was no longer wearing the same coat as before.

Time passed by minute by minute.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the rain began to pick up.

The Zhou headquarters building located on the commercial avenue in the city center stands majestically in the rolling clouds and mist.

At this time, the meeting room on the top floor.

Many high-level officials were in place in advance and sat upright, their eyes intentionally or unintentionally directed toward the heavy, closed door in front of them.

However, in this seemingly ordinary atmosphere, in fact, everyone has secrets and ulterior motives.

Everyone knows what the core theme of this meeting is.

Regarding the formal handover of the person in charge of the South Rail Project proposal.

Involving the deficit accounting during the first half of the year under Vice Director Zhou, as well as the deployment and adjustment of subsequent capital investment, the Finance Department and Marketing Department were all on standby. The system was filled with dense accounting statements, and each amount was so detailed that it was difficult to pick out. A hint of error.

As for the owner who was about to check this report, five minutes had passed since the start of the meeting, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

The main seat was vacant and the meeting could only be temporarily suspended.

Soon, the secretary-general knocked on the door and came in.

It was said that Director Jay Chou's temporary schedule had changed, and today's meeting would be fully chaired by Vice Chairman Zhou.

The executives looked at each other in shock after hearing this.

I was surprised that such an important matter could cause the prince, who has always been strict and self-restrained, to miss official duties for personal reasons.

Someone asked: "Where is Director Jay now?"

The secretary smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know anything and didn't dare to ask about his husband's private matters.

The air became silent.

It involves a sensitive issue of funds. As a person involved, Vice Chairman Zhou should have avoided suspicion. His attendance today only has the right to observe.

Who would have thought that the prince would use such a disappearing technique to hand over such important control in such an understatement?

After a strange silence.

At the head of the table, the client, Vice-Director Zhou, who was always smiling, now looked increasingly solemn and gloomy.

The meeting lasts two hours.

When it was over, the confidant came to the side and leaned over to whisper.

I don't know what he said, but Vice Chairman Zhou suddenly sneered, and then walked out of the conference room expressionlessly under the gaze of everyone.

After careful planning for nearly half a year, I thought that everything was connected and under control.

In the end, it's still a matter of distance.

Their humble, polite and gentle prince.

Killing is invisible and blood is not stained on the body.

He is worthy of being the heir personally selected by the old man. He is really a wise man.At the same time, the headquarters meeting came to an end.

On the other side, the black Maybach had slowly driven into the Zhou family's old house half an hour ago.

Early winter is approaching, and few torreya branches in the courtyard have withered away. Following the bluestone path, the Xiyuan has been carefully watered and managed into a unique cave.

In the haze of mist, rain and mist, there are clusters of red maples under the eaves of the wooden pavilion. Raindrops drip on the five-pointed leaves, causing splashes of water.

Climbing up the stairs, Zhou Zongyan pushed open the door of the east study room and stepped in. The room was filled with the aroma of ink and tea.

Behind the screen, an old man who is over seventy years old has a slender face and a calm aura. He is standing in front of a red sandalwood table and writing calligraphy in calligraphy in a light maroon shirt.

As the footsteps approached, the old man did not raise his head, but said warmly: "On the second floor of the bookshelf on the left, take the brocade box inside."

Zhou Zongyan paused slightly and did as he was told.

After fetching the things and walking to the case, I looked around and saw that the powerful strokes on the eight-foot rice paper were still the same as before.

Zhou Zongyan said: "You have profound skills."

The words fall.

The last touch should have been natural.

I don’t know whether the old man did it intentionally or not, but he used too much force and cut off the tail too hard. The ink smudged and penetrated the rice paper. The entire calligraphy failed and became a waste product.

His eyes fell on the rice paper.

His gentle eyebrows were smooth and smooth.

The old man put down his writing brush, looked at the words on the case and sighed: "No matter how deep your skills are, if your mind is calm but your strength is weak, you will never be able to obey."

Zhou Zongyan smiled lightly when he heard this: "You probably want to say that if you don't leave any room, it will be easy to break."

"Why do you see it?" the old man asked.

Wait for a moment for the writing to dry.

Zhou Zongyan reached out to lift up the rice paper and put it away, focusing on studying the ink, and said in a calm tone: "Grandpa blamed me for being ruthless in my work and failing to take into account the affection of my uncle and nephew."

"If something is wrong, it is wrong. It is your responsibility as the person in charge to correct the chaos in a timely manner."

As the old man spoke, he dipped his brush in ink and warned: "The collapse of the building will not happen overnight. Internal troubles are more likely to shake and corrode the foundation than external troubles. If we talk about business, how can the Zhou family get to where it is today. Your second uncle is very ambitious. , your moral character is still lacking, but you have finally maintained the last bottom line. Your strengths are your kindness and power, no need for me to say more."

Zhou Zongyan: "Yes."

"But there is one thing you have to remember." When the conversation changed, the old man reminded: "Your second uncle will leave for New York next month. The people under him will use them if they can. If they can't, they may not need them." Kill them all.”

Zhou Zongyan turned the ink stick and raised the corner of his lower lip imperceptibly, "Fill in the accounts to my satisfaction, and I will naturally protect them from all injuries."

The old man nodded, did not continue the above topic, and instead asked about his relationship progress.

At the right time, Zhou Zongyan casually proposed the decision to postpone the wedding.

The old man stopped drinking tea and looked up at him: "You left Gu Yatou in Xiyuan last night, and you just negotiated this result?"

"It was not discussed, that's what I meant."

After hearing what he said, the old man snorted, "That's all, forceful melons are not sweet. Someday I will personally come to apologize, cancel the marriage, and then choose another person for you."

Zhou Zongyan said quietly: "No, she is very suitable."

Suitable?
Surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, the wrinkles on his face slowly piled up, and he burst into laughter.

Pointing to the person beside him, "You, you, it's rare to hear such words coming from your mouth."

"You are laughing."

"Why are you smiling? I'm just happy."

He was so excited about the prospect of having a great-grandson.

After having lunch at the old house, Zhou Zongyan drank half a cup of tea and was about to leave after receiving a phone call.

Before leaving, the old man suddenly asked: "How long has it been since you sat down and chatted with your father?"

how long.
He thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember clearly."

The old man wanted to say something, but seeing that he looked dull, he gave up in the end.

The person who tied the bell must untie it, and outsiders could not get involved in the affairs of his father and son.

After a moment of silence, the latter waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and take the brocade box away and send it to the Gu family in three days."

What's inside, and why it's three days later.

The old man didn't specify.

Zhou Zongyan didn't ask much.

(End of this chapter)