When he left home, his father did not keep him, but helped him go through the formalities and let him leave the house smoothly.

After so many years, he has always thought that his father did not value him and did not like him, but he did not expect it......

Is it because Ying Xingchen is not angry? Or is it because he sees his fame in his eyes and wants to use him to make Dawan Pictures prosperous.

"You let me go back, do you really want me to inherit Dawan, or do you want to use me to save Dawan Pictures?"

As soon as these words came out, Ying Jianlin was not surprised, nor did he sigh.

I haven't seen each other for so many years, and it's normal for him to suddenly come back, and he has such concerns.

"You are my son, I give Dawan to you, I am relieved. As for that person, when the time comes, give him a sum of money to start a business, and if it doesn't work, give him a vacant position, and give him some pocket money each. ”

He understood very well that Ying Zeyu didn't like Ying Xingchen, so he specially used "that person" to refer to Ying Xingchen.

"Are you serious? You haven't looked for me much for so many years, and now that I'm famous, you suddenly appear in my life, what do you think is that?"

sneered twice, and the question on the phone made Ying Jianlin suddenly stunned.

Indeed, he didn't look for Ying Zeyu during this time, and he didn't care about him, but he had his own difficulties.

If he goes to find Ying Zeyu, maybe he on the other side of the phone has become ashes in the jar. Instead of standing here and questioning him alive.

In the world of adults, it is always so complicated. There are always reasons that cannot be spoken.

"I'm sorry for you, but Dawan was founded by me and your mother, and I don't want him to fall into the hands of others. You are my first son, and your mother and I have also cultivated you as the heir of Dawan since childhood. Now, Dawan is facing a crisis, and I'm sure you don't want your mother's hard work to fall into the hands of someone else. ”

As soon as Ying Jianlin, who was earnest, finished saying this, he heard Ying Zeyu burst out of his mouth and shouted angrily: "I don't allow you to mention my mother! You don't deserve to mention her! You filthy man! If it weren't for you! I believe my mother wouldn't have jumped off the building to commit suicide! You scumbag!"

He hated his father, since his mother's death, he didn't have any good feelings for Jianlin, let alone allowed his father to mention his mother, he always felt that his mother's death was inseparable from him. Without him, his mother would be alive and well.

In his heart, he never forgave his father.

After venting the anger in my heart on the phone, my mood began to calm down.

Ying Jianlin on the other end listened to his roar, silent, did not hang up the phone, and waited for his next sentence.

He thought about Ying Jianlin's words, Dawan was indeed created by his mother and father.

Every time he sees Dawan's news, he thinks of his mother who died that day.

As Dawan's business got better and better, he thought to himself that if his mother was alive, he would be happy to see Dawan's business booming.

When he went to the grave, he was in front of the tombstone, always chattering about Dawan's recent situation.

Before her mother's death, for the sake of Dawan, she worked hard, and she managed the company's finances by herself, and for the company, she often stayed up late, and her hair turned a lot gray.

The thought that Dawan was going to fall into the hands of that vicious junior ignited a raging anger in his heart.

He did not allow, did not want, and could not hand over Dawan to the son of that vicious daughter.

But there is no evidence, and it is useless to just rely on Ying Jianlin to give him the position of president. There must be legal documents to prove all this, which is the strongest guarantee.

"It's okay for me to go back, you have to write a will to declare that Dawan is mine. And that man and woman, at most, can only have an empty position for them. I don't want to see those two people own a stake in Dawan. When you're done making your will, I'll come back. ”

"A will can be written, but can I add a right?"

"You say. ”

"If you go back to Dawan, I hope that you can run Dawan well, and if you don't manage it well, I will immediately change my will, donate 80% of my assets, and leave 20% to the three of you. I believe that 20 percent is enough for you to live the rest of your life. ”

"Yes, deal. ”

As soon as the voice fell, Ying Zeyu hung up the phone.

Gu Xiaoni's matter is true, but the current situation is not suitable for her to go to Dawan, if he returns to the company, maybe he can let her come to Dawan to work.

Her work is really tiring, the salary is not very high, and her two jobs a day make her a real social animal.

Every day's work, in addition to work, is work.

When I go to work, I organize goods in the warehouse, occasionally act as a customer service, and after work, I have to update novels at home.

Gu Xiaoni complained to him before, she works every day, and she doesn't even have a life, and the only entertainment is to use the fragmented time to brush Weibo, watch short videos, and don't even have time to watch TV series, because an episode of a TV series is an hour, and an hour can make her write 2,000 words.

In order to write novels, she gave up playing games, giving up watching TV, and even the time to read novels was squeezed.

The time of life is curtailed, let alone falling in love.

Social animals are not in love.

In the company, the men who can be seen, in addition to Huang Mingxuan and the married male operator, are the courier brother and the takeaway brother, when she comes home, as a social animal, she doesn't want to move at all, let alone let her go out to eat with a man, even when she goes out to get a takeout, she feels as far away as going abroad.

Ying Zeyu saw that Gu Xiaoni was so tired every day, and he wanted to change her job.

Now, here's your chance. It's just to see if Gu Xiaoni is willing to agree to him.

Literary Planning ...... Seems like a good job.

Gu Xiaoni was working and forgot the email sent by Dawan to the clouds. Every day's work kept eating away at her life and making her breathless.

Ying Jianlin finished making the will, secretly met with Ying Zeyu, and notarized it in a law firm.

Jinghai Tiancheng Law Firm.

The two sat together, looked at the thick stack of A4 paper in front of them, and read it carefully.

After reading it, Ying Zeyu laughed coldly, with both emotion and a hint of ridicule in his heart.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, now his fortune has returned?

When the time came, the pressure and glory behind the black and white words became an invisible mountain, pressing on Ying Zeyu's heart.

Can we bring back Dawan's declining profit margins?

He quickly calculated in his heart that the knowledge he had learned in college came in handy at this moment.