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Chapter 28 Advance Date(1/2)

Cuiming Manor.

6pm.

Villa No. 6.

Only half of the four exquisite dishes on the table were eaten.

A young man and woman sat opposite each other, with red wine in their goblets, and they drank from the glasses.

The white teddy under the dining table was wagging its tail and looking at the affectionate hostess.

"Huang Mao's guys are pretty awesome. They made a scene last night and disrupted the ugly live broadcast. Not only were all the orders refunded, but all the rewards were also refunded. Second Young Master, look, they're all off tonight.

It’s broadcast.”

Lin Weiya pushed the phone in front of Dongfang Xiangrui.

Dongfang Xiangrui glanced at it lightly.

"If Huang Mao and the others didn't do their best, I would have given up on them long ago. Although they sometimes mess up things, they can basically achieve the desired results."

Lin Weiya smiled charmingly.

"It's not that Second Young Master's idea is brilliant. Without your good idea, how could they have gotten it done?"

Dongfang Xiangrui drank the red wine in one gulp.

"Isn't this all for you? To give you an outlet for being cowardly."

"well!"

Lin Weiya sighed softly.

"This is what I said. This morning I scolded that ugly guy, and she stared blankly, with no reaction at all. I was in a great mood at that time. This is the best feeling I've had in recent times.

The happiest day. When have I ever felt this cowardly?"

Dongfang Xiangrui asked:

"Since you feel so happy, why are you sighing?"

Lin Weiya lit a cigarette, took it from her mouth, and put it on Dongfang Xiangrui's mouth.

"We ruined the ugly live broadcast, and also ruined my brother's business. Yesterday was probably the first time my brother cooperated with this ugly guy. Because of the cancellation, my brother's orders for several dishes were also cancelled.

.The loss is not small!”

Dongfang Xiangrui took a long drag on the cigarette and sprayed the smoke on Lin Weiya's face.

Lin Weiya narrowed her eyes lightly, as if she was enjoying this feeling, and took a deep breath at the same time.

Dongfang Xiangrui said:

"Everything has advantages and disadvantages. If you attack the ugly monster, your brother's business will naturally suffer losses if it is related to her."

Lin Weiya sighed again.

"Actually, what makes me most uncomfortable is not the loss of my brother. He cooperated with the ugly monster, which means he cooperated with my uncle. After all, my unsatisfactory brother still didn't understand my good intentions. I deliberately competed with him at the beginning

The hotel was just to stimulate his fighting spirit to work hard. In addition to my father's factors, I did not allow him to cooperate with his uncle. I also wanted my younger brother to be independent and able to stand alone and run the hotel well. I deliberately competed with her to steal customers.

Source, forcing him to improve his management level, but he is still clinging to deficiencies, not thinking about making progress, and has not made any progress at all."

Dongfang Xiangrui comforted:

"You have done your best and don't blame yourself. It doesn't matter whether your brother's restaurant is running well or not. Fortunately, he can still run it normally and his living standard is much better than most people. He hasn't lost everything yet.

Even if it comes to that point, I will not ignore it. At that time, he will naturally be grateful to you as my sister, and he will understand your original good intentions."

Lin Weiya smiled and said:

"No wonder the second young master is my confidante. You can guess what I'm thinking. Being with you makes me feel comfortable."

Dongfang Xiangrui smiled slyly.

"You mean in bed, right?"

"Hmm~"

Lin Weiya pretended to be coy.

"The second young master is good or bad!"

Dongfang Xiangrui said seriously:

"Okay! Whether I'm good or bad, you should remember what your main task is. Don't focus on the ugly ones, and don't always worry about your younger brother. The key is to take good care of your eldest brother."

"The slave family knows!"

Lin Weiya poured the red wine again, and just as she was about to clink glasses with Dongfang Xiangrui, Dongfang Xiangrui's phone rang.

Dongfang Xiangrui quickly picked it up.

"Hey!...Okay! Okay!"

Dongfang Xiangrui drank a glass of wine.

"The old man is calling, I have to go there. The old man is terminally ill and his time is running out. He may have to leave his last words. We must not let the eldest brother and the third brother take the lead!"

After that, go to the bedroom to change clothes.

Before leaving, Lin Weiya asked him, "When will you come back?"

"That's not good. Don't wait for me. Let's go when you're full."

Dongfang Xiangrui opened the door and left.

Lin Weiya sat alone at the dining table, shaking her glass of red wine, thoughtfully.

There was silence for a while.

After finishing the wine glass, putting away the tableware, she left Villa No. 6 with her little Teddy.



Villa No. 1.

Dongfang Shenglong is sitting in a wheelchair.

His face was sallow, his face was haggard, his hair was sparse, and the few strands he had had turned white.

The sound of huffing and puffing could be heard from far away, mixed with a few coughs. When he removed the tissue covering his mouth and nose, he could see traces of blood in the thick phlegm.

With his withered fingers, he tightly balled up the tissue and threw it into the wastebasket at his feet.

Standing next to him was a man wearing gold glasses and a black suit, with a serious expression. He lowered his eyelids slightly, looked at the paper ball in the wastebasket, and then handed the water glass to the old man.

The old man took a sip and returned the water glass to him.

On the sofa opposite, there are three people sitting, Dongfang Xiangqi, Dongfang Xiangrui, and Dongfang Xianglin.

The three people also had serious expressions.

It seems that I have become accustomed to the morbidity displayed by the elderly.

After a tight cough, Dongfang Shenglong said feebly:

"You have all seen my physical condition. The doctor has sentenced me to death. Time is running out. You must hurry up."

Then, there was another cough, a piece of paper towel was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the wastebasket.

The three sons seemed a little nervous, fearing that the old man would not be able to finish what he said.

Dongfang Shenglong continued:

"Originally, I planned to see your results at the end of the year. Now I have changed my mind. By the end of October, there are less than three months left. I am really worried that I will not live by then. But it doesn't matter. I have already written the will and put it in the box.

At Lawyer Zhang’s place.”

The man in a suit beside him nodded slightly.

"No one can take a peek at this will until I die."

Another bout of coughing.

This time, the thick phlegm spit on the tissue obviously brought out more bloodshot eyes.

The old man's thin, waxy face became red and swollen, and his wheezing became more obvious.

"Lawyer Zhang will tell you the rest."

Lawyer Zhang cleared his throat.

"What the chairman means is to tell the three of you that time is running out and I hope you will race against time to create results. This tsunami is a disaster, but it is also an opportunity. Ship repairs, safety inspections, and business volume have greatly increased. But these are important to Dongrun Shipbuilding.

For the factory, after all, it is a small ship, and the big ship is still sold as a whole ship, especially the large-tonnage ships. Whoever can get orders will bring business to the group company. For a big ship, the workers will have work for half a year.

What the chairman means is for you to grasp the big and let go of the small, and keep an eye on the big business, not only domestic, but also foreign. From now on, each branch will no longer be limited to work within the scope of business, the focus is to compete for

Big ship orders. By the end of October, whose company has grabbed the most orders will be the new chairman."

The three brothers looked at each other, and Dongfang Xianglin suddenly asked:

"Does the previous performance still count?"
To be continued...
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