In the silence, Mr. Ji finally made the decision.

Everyone had to accept this arrangement.

After the meeting, the old man waved his hand to signal them to leave, and he still sat in his original position.

Of course, Chu Weilan didn't leave either.

After everyone else left, Chu Weilan had been holding on to the breath that had been holding on to her, and she finally slowly vomited out. Only then did she realize that her back was covered in sweat.

The old man looked at her with a complicated expression: "Weilan, you surprised me."

At the beginning, when Chu Weilan proposed that she would serve as the executive president, the old man's first idea was also opposed, but Chu Weilan convinced him and convinced a considerable number of shareholders.

Those people on the board of directors are all talented, but Chu Weilan is not afraid at all. They refuted it one by one so much that they have nothing to say. This calmness and courage alone is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Grandpa, you know I'm just bluffing." Chu Weilan forced a smile, "I actually don't know anything."

She was not as calm and at ease as she showed. However, every time she thought of Ji Yanzheng, she once again had the courage.

She must not let him down.

"It's okay, my old bones can last for a while. I'll ask Sun Ye to follow you. If you don't understand, just ask him if you don't understand." The old man looked at her gently and pushed a few documents in front of her, "You sign a letter. If Yan Zheng really has something to do... the company and these two children will have to hand it over to you in the future."

Chu Weilan's hand trembled: "No, there will be no such thing as a matter of time!"

The old man seemed to be explaining his funeral, and her heart tightened.

"Don't be afraid, I just said that." The old man handed the pen to her, "Sign it quickly."

Chu Weilan bit her lip tightly, knowing that this was the responsibility, and it was the trust given to her by the old man.

She suppressed the emotions that were surging in her heart. She calmed down, opened the documents in front of her, and signed her name one by one.

...

On the way back, Sun Ye was still driving, but he had another Qiao Yuze in his companionship. Before, when Chu Weilan and the old man held a board meeting, he had been staying in Ji Yanzheng's office.

"I will try my best to suppress the news of Yan Zheng's disappearance." Qiao Yuze said in a deep voice, "I dare not say it in the future, but in the short term, no one will target T.S Group. You can take care of your baby."

Chu Weilan nodded slightly: "Thank you, Fourth Young Master."

Qiao Yuze was silent for a while, and suddenly sneered: "This bastard. When he comes back, I will beat him hard! He is going to be a father, why are you showing off his heroes!"

Either a hero cut off his arm and wanted to feed Jing Zhiyuan, or he would make up his mind and continue to cause trouble to the east like he did when dealing with Xiao Ruilang. However, Ji Yanzheng refused to go through these two paths. If Xiao Ruilang hadn't offended him completely, he would probably not have used Xiao's family as bait at the beginning.

But then that's it, Qiao Yuze knew that these two paths were like drinking poison to quench thirst. Ji Yanzheng's approach was once and for all. This time, Jing Zhiyuan's approach was too bad, enough to make the supreme leader feel a sense of crisis. Perhaps Yangcheng's enterprises would be blessed in disguise.

He was just too angry, and even he couldn't tell what he was angry about.

Chu Weilan listened to his fierce tone and shook her head seriously: "No, you can't beat him, I will feel distressed."

Qiao Yuze was speechless. After a while, he suddenly laughed: "Okay, he's lucky."

...

Licheng is a small town with backward economy and beautiful scenery. More than 100 kilometers away from the river where Ji Yanzheng was injured, there is an ancient house that has not yet been developed into a tourist attraction.

It was almost evening, with the autumn wind rustling and the sunset glowing everywhere.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door of one of the houses was pushed open, and a tall and tall man walked out.

He was wearing a faded T-shirt and white-washed casual trousers. However, the man's noble and distant temperament just put these two obviously inferior clothes into a high-end flavor, which made people wonder if his clothes would be a new fashion trend.

The man has handsome facial features, but his face is not bloody, and his thin lips are tightly pursed, giving people the feeling of recovering from a serious illness, but his black eyes look extremely deep.

He looked up slightly and looked at the sunset not far away. He didn't know what he remembered, and a feeling similar to longing and guilt appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Ji." A thick and smiling voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ji Yanzheng's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at the person who came: "Mr. Yuan."

The man he called "Mr. Yuan" was about forty years old. He was not tall, but his figure was quite strong. His squinted eyes were shining all year round.

"Didn't you say that, just call me Lao Yuan." He laughed, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, just come out and get some breath." Ji Yanzheng's tone was cold.

"It's windy, and you're just recovering from a serious illness. It's better to sit quietly and rest." Old Yuan looked at him meaningfully.

Ji Yanzheng smiled unanimously: "Okay."

After saying that, he walked towards the yard.

Old Yuan stood there without moving. He looked at the man's back and suddenly bared his teeth.

"Mr. Ji, don't blame me for not letting you go." He spoke slowly, "The scenery is far away, and the people who colluded with him are now like frightened birds. If they find your traces, they will definitely not let you go. Our Qingfeng Gang will also be implicated. Since I have taken the risk to save you, you can't watch us get unlucky because of this."

Ji Yanzheng stopped and looked back at him, his tone still had no ups and downs: "Don't worry, I don't plan to escape. In addition, it's not you who saved me."

"Tsk... I didn't escape, I didn't lock you up, right?" Old Yuan laughed and said, "The person who saved you is indeed not me, Lao Liang, but so what? He and I are good brothers, mine is his, and his is mine."

Ji Yanzheng did not give him any further response this time, so he pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was very simple, with only a bed and a desk. Ji Yanzheng pulled out the chair and sat down, but there was nothing to do.

There is not even a book here, let alone telephone and the Internet.

He placed his hand on the table and gently lit it, looking thoughtful. I don’t know how long it took, someone pushed the door and walked in.

"It's time for supper." The person who came was vague and lowered his head and placed a bowl in front of Ji Yanzheng.
Chapter completed!