The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

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Wu Chao had also found some evidence, but it was not as complete as Xing Jiu 'an' s. He had wanted to wait for two more days, but it seemed that there was no need to do so now. Wu Chao contacted one of the shareholders and asked him to inform them that there would be a meeting tomorrow morning. That shareholder directly pulled him into the company's shareholder group. "……" Alright. Wu Chao was about to send a message when he realized that old master Wu and the others were still there. However, before he could say anything, those Wu family members were removed from the group chat. In the entire group chat, only Wu Chao was from the Wu family. "……" Wu Chao thought it was funny. He didn't know what the Wu family would think! Their expressions would definitely be very interesting! Wu Chao announced in the group chat that there would be a meeting at 8:30 am tomorrow, and many people replied instantly. In the group chat, other than Wu Chao, there were eight other shareholders. However, they insisted on making the chat history look like there were 80 people. The messages came one after another, dazzling Wu Chao. [Wu Chao: if you have any questions, tell me during the meeting tomorrow. I still have some things to do.] The shareholders were not particularly difficult to deal with. They were probably too disappointed with the current situation, so they didn't give Wu Chao too much pressure. There were also a few shareholders who admired Wu Chao's father and asked him to rest well, not to be too anxious, and not to be too stressed. Wu Chao said he knew. In fact, who didn't know the Wu family's current situation? An empty shell. Now, because of Wu Lin, so many things had happened. If it wasn't for Wu Chao's return, which gave them a glimmer of hope, they would have given up long ago. After Wu Chao put down his phone, he sat in front of the computer and sorted out the evidence. 'NewN0vel*0r g'He also looked at some of the company's documents and financial statements. When he was about to rest, it was already late at night. The next morning, Xing Jiu 'an was woken up by a phone call. She woke up in a bad mood and covered her head with the blanket for a while before taking out her phone to look at it. At this moment, the phone was still ringing. "Hello," he said. "Xing eryi, are you still sleeping? The sun's already shining on my butt. " The young man opposite him laughed. "The curtains are closed, I can't get any sunlight." Xing Jiu 'an looked at the battery and buried his head in the pillow again."What's the matter?" he asked weakly. "I'm in Beijing, come pick me up. " "I'm not going. I want to sleep. " Xing Jiu 'an put his phone aside and continued to lie down. "Don't sleep. Come and pick me up. I'm already at the airport." "Take a taxi, we'll be there soon." "I can transfer the money to you." "Do I lack that bit of money? Come and pick me up. " Xing Jiu 'an sat up with his hair in a mess. He was already much more clear – headed. "I'm so angry. " "How can you be angry?" The young man seemed to be particularly shocked."Am I not your most beloved senior brother?" "Don't be so narcissistic," Xing Jiu 'an got out of bed."You'll have to wait for a long time for me to come over. There might be a traffic jam on the way." "It's fine. I have a lot of time. I'm not afraid of waiting. " Xing Jiu 'an was speechless. "Then you just wait." "I can wait, but you can't be late on purpose. Do you hear me? Xing eryi, do you hear me?" "I heard you, I heard you. I'm not deaf." After Xing Jiu 'an finished speaking, the young man opposite him laughed. "Hurry up and pack up, I'll wait for you here." "Yes." Xing Jiu 'an hung up the phone, stretched lazily, and went to wash up.