Wen Qiao answered: "Write to me?" ”

When she opened it, it was an equity transfer letter, and she was a little confused, "What is this?" ”

"The equity transfer letter, five points of my shares were transferred to you, keep it well, and you can also participate in the board meeting in the future."

Wen Qiao threw the envelope to him: "I don't want this, I want a red envelope, six thousand six kind." ”

Fu Nanli squinted her eyes and pinched her face: "Silly girl, there will be countless six thousand six here, didn't you help me keep the project in Dubai?" This is what you deserve. ”

Wen Qiao lowered his head and his voice was also very low: "If I accept this, will it affect your position on the board of directors, many people want to bring you down, you should centralize power, you should not disperse your shares." ”

His big hands were warm, dry and powerful: "What's yours is mine, they all know it, don't dare to do anything to me, divide 5%, my shares are still the first, don't worry." ”

Wen Qiao received the most tyrant New Year's gift ever, 5 points of shares of Zhonghuan Group, and the wealth of the sky was smashed down.

Wen Qiao put the envelope under his pillow, pillowing the huge wealth given by Fu Nanli, and slept very soundly.

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The Fu family has the habit of going to the cemetery to sweep the tomb during the Lantern Festival, Wen Qiao, as the daughter-in-law who did not pass through the door, was called over by Fu Nanli, and Gu Xiao was also picked up by Fu Nanli.

Old Man Fu is now turning a blind eye, whatever his grandson does.

The Fu family's private cemetery is on the southernmost hill of the shallow lake, with verdant pines and cypresses and holly, and their car is parked outside the cemetery, and the group gets off.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao helped Fu Huaiyong and entered the cemetery along the bluestone road.

There are tombstones of Fu Nanli's grandmother in the cemetery, as well as some tombstones of ancestors, the most recent one is Fu Xianyuan's.

At this moment, there was a cigarette butt in front of the tombstone, and the cigarette butt was still burning, as if it had just been thrown here.

Fu Nanli frowned slightly, and his attention was on the not-so-conspicuous cigarette butt.

His mother and grandfather didn't notice it, and put flowers in front of the tombstone.

Uncle Li handed Fu Huaiyong a handkerchief, and he half-squatted in front of the tombstone, carefully wiping the cold and ruthless tombstone, his eyes slightly red.

Every time he came over, he would personally wipe the tombstone to remember the pain in his heart.

Wen Qiao was driven by Fu Nanli very early, and his whole head was still confused, so he didn't pay attention to the inconspicuous cigarette butt in the withered yellow grass, and his attention was on the sad old man.

Gu Xiao stood under a pine tree, looking at the person on the tombstone, his thoughts were immersed, he had never seen this person, but because of the blood relationship, he instinctively grieved and couldn't help himself.

When the tomb sweeping was over, Fu Nanli said that he would stay for a while, and the others left the cemetery one after another, leaving only Wen Qiao to accompany him.

In the morning, there was still a mist left in the cemetery, lingering around the trees, and a worker who was pruning grass and trees passed by, and was stopped by Fu Nanli: "Apart from us, is there anyone else who will come to sweep the grave today?" ”

The uncle nodded: "Yes, the man wore a mask and a peaked cap, didn't take anything, and said that he wanted to come in to sweep the tomb, because the old man had instructed him not to stop the people who came to sweep the tomb, so I let him in." ”

"How tall and how shaped?"

"You are shorter than the young master, about 180 to 183, your body is not fat or thin, not as strong as you, you can see that you are a little old, forty or fifty, maybe I can't see it accurately."