There was a discussion somewhere in the classroom.

One girl rolled her eyes at the other and said coldly, "Why, you don't still believe that Jiulan Crack is innocent, right?" ”

The girl shrunk back, tempting to say I believed it, but seeing that everyone didn't believe it, she didn't dare to say it.

"I ...... I didn't say, I think the same way as you do. ”

When most people agree on one thing, those who oppose it become outliers, and in order not to be excluded, many people choose to believe everyone.

How much I worshipped Jiulan Crack in the past, and how much I spurned it now.

An Xiaoli withdrew her gaze from that side and fell back to the mobile phone in her arms.

In the picture, it is the statement of the press conference issued by the Nine Lans Group just now.

In the blink of an eye, it's Friday.

"You bastard! Are you going to force your son to death? ”

In the huge conference room of the Nine Lan Group, an old and angry voice erupted.

Jiulan Changqing was on crutches in one hand, and scolded the man in front of him in a deep voice.

"Sir, you are angry, sir, he ......"

He Xiao kept reassuring.

The huge conference room was full of people not long ago, but now there are only a few of them left.

The two assistants on the side trembled and didn't dare to make a sound.

The man in a well-cut suit frowned, his handsome face was calm, and he said helplessly: "Dad, I can't help it." ”

If they don't respond, their company's reputation will suffer.

"What no way! A dignified company president, who can't even handle this little thing, still throws his son out to block the gun? ”

Jiulan Changqing said mercilessly, sneering, full of mockery.

Jiulan Chengyu's face was a little ugly, and he was silent for a while before he said, "This is what he did himself, and I also want to prevent it from going forward-"

"Heh, why don't you just make a statement and sever the father-son relationship with Xiaori, so that no one will grab your position, and your baby son can succeed to the throne smoothly?"

Jiulan Changqing spoke mercilessly.

Jiulan Chengyu's face changed slightly: "Dad, what are you talking about, I have never-"

Jiulan Changqing waved his hand and said impatiently: "Let me tell you, this company is still up to me, as long as my grandson is happy, he can do whatever he wants, no one has the right to make decisions for him, before I die, you'd better dispel those thoughts that shouldn't be there!" ”

"At the press conference the day after tomorrow, if you dare to make any decision for my grandson, you will wait to be fired!"

After speaking, Jiulan Changqing snorted coldly, leaned on crutches, turned around and left.

He Xiao was busy supporting him, and the old man of Xindao was still as aura as ever!

The footsteps of the two faded away, leaving behind the stiff-faced man.

Behind him, the staff looked at their noses and noses, and did not dare to speak much.

In the hallway, the old man was still angry, and his crutches made a clattering sound on the ground.

The little staff on both sides hurriedly got up and greeted respectfully.

He Xiao was following behind, and suddenly felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate.

He took it out, saw the caller ID, was shocked, and answered in a low voice.

“…… Small pear? ”

"Uncle He, is Grandpa Jiulan free now?"

There was a soft voice on the phone, like sugar.

"Old man, now ......"

He Xiaozheng was a little hesitant, who would have thought that the old man who was walking aggressively in front of him suddenly paused.