Lawyer Zhuo stood in the middle of the crowd, opened the will, and went straight to the point: "What I left to Zhong Xiaojing is all the real estate of the whole family and my voting rights on the board of directors; What was left to my son, Zhang Mingrui, was 140 million yuan, Han Bo was 9 million yuan, and 50 million yuan was donated to the charity fund and Xiaokang Research Institute. This is my will and the relevant proof. Zhang Zhengde. ”

Zhang Mingyao got up from the sofa and walked to Lawyer Zhuo with a smile to thank him.

Zhang Mingyao: "Thank you, lawyer Zhuo, for dealing with our family's affairs for so many years. ”

Lawyer Zhuo: "Don't be so polite. ”

Zhang Mingyao looked around and signaled that there were many people. The relatives present were all ready to move, and they were holding back their emotions. Consciously according to the distribution of the inheritance, follow different people.

Lawyer Zhuo's eyes showed a hint of pity.

Lawyer Zhuo: "Your father arranged it like this, yes..."

Zhang Mingyao: "It's okay. Zhang Mingyao waved his hand, and when he turned his head, he saw a bunch of people around Zhang Mingrui. Lawyer Zhuo was still comforting, but Zhang Mingyao had already understood the posture of his younger brother and the people around him. Those people immediately turned to their brother and divided the food. As if comforting herself, she sneered and looked at Lawyer Zhuo.

Zhang Mingyao: "Zhong Xiaojing! ”

Lawyer Zhuo: "I persuaded him, but you also know your father. Of course, people don't talk about what happens after they die. Lawyer Zhuo glanced at the will in front of him helplessly and handed it to Zhang Mingyao.

"There is a notarization on it, you can verify it yourself."

Zhang Mingyao didn't answer, and went upstairs under everyone's squint and secret attention.

Zhang Mingyao sat in his father's study. This is a classical deep study. Rows of books, the camphor wood desk, was made by Dad when he was joking. Zhang Mingyao sat in a chair, staring at a game of chess in front of her. The chessboard, chess pieces and chess scores, all hand-carved and drawn, took most of her childhood. At that chess table, Dad and she were playing chess and chatting about their plans for the future.

"You have to know what you want, find a big company to calm down and hone your mind, and then you can do it on your own... Life is not complicated, just like this game of chess, it also requires rules, skills, tools and steps..."

Zhang Mingyao's tears fell unconsciously and dripped on the desk. She looked down and saw a large pile of deep marks from cigarette butts. Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Mingrui walked in, his hands in his pockets and leaning against the porch. He changed his clothes, an all-black suit, and a neat spirit.

"Almost, funeral home."

Zhang Mingyao looked up at Zhang Mingrui, with tears in her eyes and a sad expression. Zhang Mingrui slowly approached in a little panic, but he took a small step forward. He hesitated, his lips slightly open.

"I didn't know that Dad would arrange a will like this, I didn't expect that. You..."

"It's just time for this to shed tears." Zhang Mingyao wiped away her tears and smiled again. "That's what an entrepreneur looks like."

"Sister, I will share the inheritance with you equally."

Zhang Mingyao looked back at the game of chess, and Zhang Mingrui turned his head sideways.

"Is this still there?"

Zhang Mingyao nodded and looked at his younger brother: "Originally, the two of me wanted to give my father a gift, but it took me many summer vacations to complete it." ”

Zhang Mingyao took his brother's arm, and the two walked towards the door.

"Don't say stupid things anymore! You need this money, otherwise foreign market expansion will be hindered. ”

Zhang Mingyao said some words perfunctorily, while looking around, there was still no mother and grandmother.

Zhang Mingrui looked at his sister and felt very strange for a while.

"You've changed a lot."

Zhang Mingyao just smiled slightly, it seemed that except for her father's death, nothing could really hit her heart. But what Zhang Mingrui saw was only on the surface, and he didn't want to know too much about this sister in his heart. The person in front of him had given him the most complete ruthlessness in his childhood. Just keep it polite and greeting.