The Divorced Wife of the Richest Man is Reborn

Chapter 147

The young man who claimed to be the grandson of Commander Chao introduced himself, but he didn't actually bear the surname Chao; instead, he was surnamed Hu, named Hu Haihe. The one who claimed to be the grandson of Yan Peiheng was a plump, fair-skinned little fellow.

Little Wang didn't recognize him, but the moment Little Wang saw him, he recognized him—it was Little Yan Ha!

He introduced himself as Feng Ha, which should be his surname restored to his biological father's.

Logically, they should have known each other, but now Little Wang had grown taller, nearly reaching 1.8 meters, and his facial features had changed significantly. Moreover, Little Lang was as dark as charcoal, so they couldn't recognize him.

However, Little Lang and Yuanyuan recognized Yan Ha immediately.

Afraid that he would recognize them, Yuanyuan pulled her hat down.

John pointed to a BMW parked right outside the door and said, "That car is what those kids drove here. You know, your country's leaders were once bandits, and now, their grandchildren drink and drive even before they're adults. This is because bandits govern the country."

John was a good kid, polite and well-mannered, but why did he have to speak such nonsense?

Without a word, Little Lang rolled up his sleeves, but fortunately, Yuanyuan stopped him: "Don't be rash, let me handle it."

She quickly explained, "Those are just fakes. The one who claimed to be my grandfather's grandson is a fraud."

John wouldn't believe it, confidently saying, "I don't believe it. Look, Yan Wangqi is already getting along well with them. In a sense, Yan Wangqi is also a second-generation official of the Chinese government, commonly known as a high-ranking cadre's child. They are recognizing relatives and forming alliances."

Yuanyuan said, "This is called 'casting a long line to catch a big fish, netting them all at once.' John, you may not understand, but it's best not to spout nonsense."

"And what is this from?" John asked.

Little Lang replied, "It's from our own 'Aesop's Fables.' You wouldn't understand."

John was completely baffled. Why couldn't he understand anything Little Lang and Yuanyuan were saying?

At the next table, Little Wang was getting along famously with a group of high-ranking cadre's children. They were all flattering him, saying Feng Ha's belly was full of schemes, that Hu Haihe's forehead was glowing, indicating he was about to get rich, and that another skinny one had the aura of a big brother. With just a few words, Little Wang had them laughing and considering him a confidant.

Of course, they also boasted a bit. The skinny one said his uncle was the director of the Public Security Bureau, and if they needed anything, just call him. In the capital, even a death row inmate could be pulled out of the prison.

Another said his dad was the chief of the Public Security Management Office, and if they got into a fight, don't worry, even if they accidentally killed someone, his dad could handle it as the other party's fault.

This was truly impressive. Little Wang clasped his hands, exclaiming in admiration, and acknowledged them all as brothers.

Hu Haihe put his arm around Little Wang's shoulder and said, "Buddy, introduce yourself. What's your name? I'm glad to meet you. Let's go sing tonight."

Little Wang introduced himself, "I'm surnamed Chen, called Chen Dashuai. Today's not good, let's do it the day after tomorrow. We'll make a date to go singing, and I'll treat, to get to know you all, the big shots, and have a good time."

"The mortal world is rolling, love is deep, parting is inevitable, stay half awake and half dreaming, at least in the dream you are by my side." Hu Haihe started singing, "Where should we meet?"

"Let's go somewhere awesome, like the VIP Building, what do you think?" Little Wang added, "Everyone has to come, or it's not giving me face."

Feng Ha felt Little Wang looked a bit familiar, but Little Wang had changed too much, so he couldn't recognize him.

At that moment, the skinny one slapped the table and said, "The karaoke hall at the VIP Building costs at least a thousand yuan a night, Chen Dashuai, can you afford it?"

Little Wang pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, counted out a thousand yuan, and slapped it on the table: "Isn't this money?"

Although he wasn't doing small business anymore, Chen Meilan had given him sixty thousand yuan, and he had invested fifty thousand, keeping the rest to invest in stocks. Little Wang had never lost money in stocks, and with his mathematical talents, he had made quite a bit. He had at least twenty thousand yuan on hand now.

This thousand yuan was just a drop in the bucket.

Instantly, the smiles of the high-ranking cadre's children froze on their faces. After a long while, the skinny one said, "Real people don't show their faces, Chen Dashuai, I didn't expect you to be a nouveau riche, a rich man."

Kids like Hu Haihe and Feng Ha were using their parents' money, boasting a lot but not having much on hand. Slapping down a thousand yuan at once, Little Wang immediately stunned the whole place.

"Let's meet, we must meet." Feng Ha shouted.

Of course, they had to toast Little Wang.

Because Little Wang was refusing to drink, Hu Haihe suddenly slapped a girl: "Hurry up, toast him. My buddy doesn't drink, so you have to toast him. Are your eyes blind? Why aren't you toasting?"

The girl was only fifteen or sixteen, and after being slapped, she didn't resist, just lifted her cup and said, "Brother, drink my cup."

Little Wang held his beer cup, feeling sorry for the girl, and explained, "I'm allergic, I can't drink." If he dared to drink, Yuanyuan would tattle, and his dad would come back and beat him.

The skinny one kicked another girl: "You all toast together. If you're going to be someone's mistress, you should have some sense."

Several girls, also only fifteen or sixteen, were kicked and hit at the table. Little Wang's face turned pale. If these really were high-ranking cadre's children, the country would be doomed.

All the girls stood up, raised their cups, and said, "Brother, drink a cup."

Little Wang looked at the cup in front of him, suddenly turned back, and signaled to Little Lang with his eyes, waving his hand: "Let's skip the beer, how about white wine? If we're going to drink, let's go for white."

Feng Ha was very good at stirring up trouble, immediately saying, "Chen Dashuai is awesome, drinking 'Niulanshan Erguotou' straight from the bottle, if you don't drink it, you're not a good buddy."

The boss didn't want to give the wine, but Feng Ha grabbed two bottles from the counter, opened them, and handed them to Little Wang.

In such a situation, John felt that Yuanyuan and Little Lang were just quibbling.

Little Wang's true purpose was to make friends with the other side.

Little Lang had left the table at some point.

John said to Yuanyuan, "You should know, we each have a 10% stake in the milk powder factory. My mom said our shares, before we come of age, will be managed by your mother. She also said this is the best choice because your mother is the best at understanding certain Chinese unspoken rules, and she will definitely make money in China. Yan Shengnan, I think Yan Wangqi is even more capable than your mom, more adept at navigating the privileged society of China. Because his essence is also like that, but you know, I despise such people. I'm more accustomed to Western fairness and justice."

"Shut your stinking mouth, look at what my brother is doing." Yuanyuan pointed outside.

The barbecue grill was outside. Little Lang went out, grabbed two pieces of charcoal with his bare hands, came back in, and quietly placed them under Hu Haihe's trouser leg, then returned as if nothing had happened.

Yuanyuan grabbed his big, black, pad-like hand, saw the calluses but no burn marks from the charcoal, and immediately wiped it with a tissue, blowing on it and gently patting it.

At that moment, on the next table, Hu Haihe's cotton pants caught fire. A girl saw smoke coming from him and screamed, "It's on fire!"

In the middle of winter, if it caught fire, it would be disastrous. Little Wang immediately shouted, "It's on fire, put it out quickly."

He poured an entire bottle of Erguotou on Hu Haihe, and with the alcohol, the fire flared up.

From the trouser leg to the crotch, it was just a moment, and the thick cotton pants caught fire.

They couldn't find water, so they poured beer on Hu Haihe, and Little Wang even shouted, "Everyone, step on it, step on it." Saying that, he stepped on Hu Haihe.

You step, I step, everyone stepped on Hu Haihe's crotch, quite a lively scene.

They could have played more, but the owner of the barbecue shop was too fierce. She brought out a big basin of cold water and poured it over Hu Haihe's head, extinguishing the fire in one go.

Now, would Hu Haihe still eat barbecue? Of course not; he was still shouting about smashing the barbecue shop.

Fortunately, Feng Ha, like his father, was a cheerful person, quickly urging Hu Haihe to leave.

This place was inauspicious and eerie, so they decided not to stay.

And Little Wang, still everyone's good buddy, personally helped Hu Haihe up, smiling and saying, "You all must come to the VIP Building the day after tomorrow, Hu Ge. Our brotherhood ignited in a fire, proving that our friendship can withstand the test of flames."

Is there such a saying?

Hu Haihe was quite happy, staggering to his feet and making a V sign with his hand: "You must have a girl too, I'll find one for you at school, guaranteed to be very pretty, and a virgin, to drink with you then."

After such an incident, five boys, five girls, and a BMW car, they all squeezed into one car like sardines in a can and left.

And the one driving was Feng Ha, who was completely drunk, just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid. Little Wang remembered that Yan Wei once put him on his shoulders and bought him an electronic watch, treating him so well. How did he become like this today?

He smiled throughout, sending this group of hooligans away before returning to continue eating skewers.

John was completely confused now. Clearly, it was Little Lang who started the fire, and Little Wang almost killed someone, but after fighting, they were still friends and planned to sing together. What was going on?

Unlike Jim, who immediately submitted to Little Wang, John was a year older and had discussed genetics and DNA with Little Wang, so he saw himself as Little Wang's life mentor.

But now he was too curious.

He was indignant about those high-ranking officials' children and couldn't understand what Little Wang was up to.

To this question, Little Wang said, "We have a book in China called 'Master of the Ghost Valley.' I suggest you read it more; otherwise, you'll continue to be confused. And they are not high-ranking officials' children at all; they are just a bunch of impostors. Wait until tomorrow night when I arrange a big family reunion for them."

Tomorrow, Yan Zhao would be back.

And after a press conference during the day, leaders from the military region and the Ministry of Public Security would all dine at the VIP Building Hotel in the evening, holding a family meeting.

Little Wang had long known about this schedule, and his brothers would also be there.

Whether they were genuine or impostors, even Yan Peiheng's plump grandson would be surprised to see them.

And Chao Commander's, Wang Director's, and the Chief of the Public Security Brigade's, let's have a big family reunion and see if they recognize each other.

Family reunions are not scary; it's the recognition that's embarrassing.

Yuanyuan and Little Lang understood this, but they just wouldn't explain it to John, driving him crazy!

...

As for Chen Meilan, that night, the two of course stayed in the hotel.

Normally, a long separation makes for a passionate reunion, at least two rounds.

But Chen Meilan only satisfied Yan Zhao in the first half, abruptly stopping in the second half.

Half-hungry is more painful than always hungry, especially since a gun unused for a long time, Yan Zhao's first half ended a bit hastily, without a second half, it was hard to save face.

But he had nothing to say, after all, Chen Meilan was angry for the sake of his children.

If he really couldn't handle Zhou Xueqin's matter, that straw pillow would probably never be used again.

Because the main force of the UN peacekeeping police would return on the 3rd night, Yan Zhao had a whole day on the 3rd to spend with his wife.

Today, he had to personally go and find Zhou Xueqin.

See what was going on with her.

So Yan Zhao had planned to go with Chen Meilan to Food Factory 81 today.

But as soon as he opened the door in the morning, he saw Yan Dongxue pushing Gu Xiao's wheelchair in the corridor.

...

Gu Xiao was like this.

Not only had the shareholders forced him out of Singapore, but since his departure, they had started quietly smuggling toxic waste into China. According to the company's financial report, they had made $3 million more this year than last.

But that wasn't conscience money, it was dirty money, smuggling toxic waste into China.

Medical waste carries various unknown viruses, chemical waste has radiation, plastic waste pollutes the land, and the huge profits of this would make businessmen flock to it. It was the opium of the new era, the shareholders were the former foreign devils, using toxic waste to open the door to China, just like the Westerners used opium to open the door to the Qing Dynasty.

It would be a new opium disaster.

And the initiator, when traced back, was still Gu Xiao.

Gu Xiao had stayed in 301 Hospital for half a year, and when he was discharged, the Ministry of Public Security of China had approached him, expressing their stance, willing to cooperate with him, help him negotiate with the South Seas government, and help him return to the South Seas.

But there was a condition: they hoped that after his return, he would deposit the company's cash flow into a Chinese bank.

Gu Xiao refused, as a once-exiled dissident, he was unwilling to cooperate with the Chinese government.

He went to Hong Kong, choosing to cooperate with the British Commonwealth government and British law firms.

In essence, as a once-exiled dissident, even though he knew the Chinese police were indeed very capable, Gu Xiao preferred to believe that the British Commonwealth police were stronger. And as a Chinese-born overseas, compared to mainland China and Hong Kong, he preferred to live in Hong Kong, so he moved to Hong Kong at the time, seeking the protection of the British Commonwealth government, and hiring lawyers to sue for the right to his wealth.

The British side was of course happy to cooperate, after all, the cash reserves of the international waste company were all in dollars.

Once the British side helped him, in the future, he would certainly deposit that money in a bank under the British side, which would be a strong foreign exchange reserve.

Logically speaking, this matter should not be difficult to handle, and the British Commonwealth was also doing its best.

But the big situation did not allow it, it was 1995 now, and Hong Kong would return to China in 1997.

Gu Xiao cooperated with the British Commonwealth, waiting for a year, not only did he not see any news, but the British side, which had repeatedly promised to help him, was about to withdraw from Hong Kong and could not protect itself, let alone help Gu Xiao.

Now, the shareholders of the South Seas were already transporting toxic waste into China.

Due to the overall situation, Gu Xiao had to bow his head and seek cooperation with the Chinese police.

This was another time when he had to lower his voice after failing to compete.

And this time, after eating a loss with the British side, he came back to negotiate, feeling himself to be at a disadvantage, so before coming, he had contacted the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, saying that not only would he deposit the company's cash flow into a Chinese bank, but he would also seriously discuss a matter with the Charity Federation, which was the distribution plan for his estate after his death.

After his death, he would donate all his assets to the Chinese Charity Federation, establishing a fund, and the specific usage plan would of course be discussed in detail later.

But for now, he had made a stance.

As long as the Chinese side could help him regain control, all his assets, after his death, would be donated back to China.

Given such conditions, the Chinese side was of course very enthusiastic, giving him a reception with sufficient specifications.

It was for this reason that Yan Zhao was urgently called back, and last night, they had discussed these matters.

Normally, they should continue to talk today.

But Yan Zhao said, "Professor Gu, we don't have time to talk today; I need to accompany my wife."

Gu Xiao, sitting in a wheelchair, had to look up to talk to Yan Zhao: "International Waste Company has hundreds of millions in cash flow, and it's all in dollars, which will be a huge foreign exchange reserve for your country's banks. Yan Zhao, the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security have talked to you, and you need to take this matter seriously."

"I will take it seriously, but today I must accompany my wife; we have private matters to handle," Yan Zhao said.

Gu Xiao clasped his hands together and then let go, this was how he expressed his anger: "You should know that the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security let you return a day earlier to communicate with me about this matter. Are you trying to make me call your superiors and ask them to replace you with someone else?"

"Replace whoever you want. But today I must accompany my wife; I'm going to the dairy factory with her," Yan Zhao said again.

Replacing someone was a joke.

Yan Zhao was the one most familiar with Gu Xiao and his company; who else could replace him?

Chen Meilan was still in her room. Yesterday's underwear and panties, which Yan Zhao had washed for her, were hanging from the air conditioner, still damp. She hadn't gotten out of bed yet, and with the door half-open, she felt too shy to go get her clothes.

However, she was puzzled. Yan Zhao treated his work as if it were his life.

Yet, to stay with her, he was willing to turn down a work meeting with Gu Xiao?

The reserve of US dollars, to be stored in banks in China, would be a great benefit to the country.

What caused this sudden change in him?

And when it came to the milk powder factory, Gu Xiao couldn't help but say, "To be frank, milk powder, at present, is the most foolish business in China. Investing in it is impossible to make a profit. What Chen Meilan is doing is a failed investment."

Food Factory 81, still remained something Gu Xiao looked down upon and believed would never be profitable.

This time, Chen Meilan couldn't hold back and raised her voice, saying, "Professor Gu, I don't think so. And I believe that within two years, my milk powder will be profitable. If I win, let's make a bet. Are you willing?"

One inside the door, one outside.

Gu Xiao seemed to be a man who liked to gamble. He looked at the half-open door, thought for a moment, and then said, "Alright, let's bet. If you win, Chen Meilan, I'll return the shares of 271 to you. But if you lose, Chen Meilan, you have to give me something."

"Okay," Chen Meilan said with a smile, "I know what you want. I also want to give it to you. But I bet you will lose."

She knew what Gu Xiao wanted and that he really wanted it.

She didn't want Gu Xiao's shares. She just didn't like Gu Xiao's attitude towards the Chinese people. After all, they were his compatriots, and in theory, they should be on the same side.

But just like in life, there are people who think nothing of their own home, always envying others, believing that others live better and are better people.

This bet, Chen Meilan simply wanted to knock some sense into Gu Xiao's stubbornness.

Because she was confident that she could make the milk powder business work.

Since Yan Zhao insisted on not going to discuss work, Chen Meilan was happy to let him stay with her for a while, mainly to visit her brand-new milk powder factory and let Gu Xiao return to his room.

They took the Hongqi car assigned by the Ministry of Public Security for Yan Zhao to the milk powder factory. From the outside, it had already been completely transformed. The exterior brick walls were demolished and replaced with white iron railings, allowing a clear view inside.

In the capital, where land is precious, a large advertisement board greeted them at the entrance. It featured a pair of twins, selected by Xue Mingfang from across the country, grinning as they drank milk powder.

The office building was still the old one, but the exterior was completely covered with white marble, giving it a fresh look.

After passing the office building, they arrived at the R&D center, and behind it was the large production workshop.

As the car passed by, a group of young girls were chatting and walking towards the R&D center.

"Isn't this a military factory? Are they also retired girls?" Yan Zhao asked.

Chen Meilan explained, "They are girls from all over the country that I recruited, majoring in nursing. They are currently being trained in nutrition. In the future, they will go to large supermarkets across the country to work as salespeople."

Yan Zhao didn't understand sales and had always thought that sales required drinking, so he said, "It might not be suitable for these young girls to go out drinking, right?"

"Milk powder sales have nothing to do with alcohol. They will be in malls and supermarkets, interacting with parents of infants. They are learning nutrition to explain infant dietary needs, nutritional combinations, and the proper use and feeding of milk powder." Chen Meilan said with a smile.

Yan Zhao frowned, "Why do terminal sales need to learn nutrition and nursing?"

"Because milk powder sales and clothing are completely different industries. Professional nurses must directly communicate with consumers. Currently, I plan to send about 200 salespeople across the country. They understand nutrition, medical care, and sales techniques. They will directly communicate with consumers. We will also advertise on TV, build brand image, and use a combination of brand effect, on-site promotion, and some soft advertising to push our products. Our milk powder is priced high, but as long as the promotion is done right and the science is well-explained, it will sell." Chen Meilan explained.

Yan Zhao didn't understand these things but just nodded.

He also subconsciously felt that if professional nursing staff explained milk powder knowledge and nutritional science to him, he would be willing to choose more expensive milk powder because children are the most important thing in people's lives.

What people lack now is not milk powder, but how to distinguish good from bad milk powder and understand its nutrition and efficacy.

Regarding the sales work of the milk powder factory, Yan Zhao had been worried for a long time while abroad, wondering if Yan Xishan could manage the milk powder factory. If he couldn't, Chen Meilan would lose money. But if he could, Yan Zhao was afraid that Yan Xishan would become too powerful and start playing tricks like Hu Xiaohua, competing with Meilan.

These things were just thinking about them made people feel annoyed.

Because business is not like a case, once the task is done, you solve it and catch the person.

But today, he suddenly realized that whether it was Hu Xiaohua or Yan Xishan, or these young girls, for Chen Meilan, they were all progress.

In the business world, Chen Meilan was always progressing, and she was progressing ahead of the market.

Gu Xiao was probably going to lose again because of this new brand-plus-science sales method.

Yan Zhao had never heard of it. In the sales market, it could be another revolution.

Whether it was Hu Xiaohua or Yan Xishan, they couldn't hold Chen Meilan back because she was constantly innovating her sales methods. She would use many people and was always cultivating backup forces, which made her able to quickly find replacements for anyone.

Standing at the entrance of the workshop, Yan Zhao crossed his arms and suddenly understood a truth, saying, "Chen Meilan, I don't approve of Lu Jingyu's character, but if Lu Jingyu can be the richest man for a lifetime, there's only one possibility, and that's because he married you."

Yan Zhao realized that without Chen Meilan, Lu Jingyu couldn't be the richest man.

He initially thought so, and now he was even more convinced.

Chen Meilan smiled but didn't respond to the man.

"What about me? If I hadn't married you, where would I be, what would I be doing?" Yan Zhao bluntly asked.

Chen Meilan said, "You would have married a gentle and virtuous wife..."

"Impossible, Chen Meilan. Without you, I wouldn't marry anyone," Yan Zhao said succinctly.

After giving his most sincere feelings to his first marriage, he had already been disappointed in marriage and didn't think he deserved another one. If it weren't for her being Chen Meilan, even if Zhou Xueqin forced him, Yan Zhao wouldn't have gone to Chen's village.

When he went, he knew she was Yan Xishan's ex-wife, knew she had only eaten a bowl of fried noodles on her wedding day, and knew she had once carried a piece of cake, crying, and walked back to her mother's house.

So on her birthday, Yan Zhao bought her a chestnut cake.

Because that cake left a particularly deep impression on him.

Without Chen Meilan, Yan Zhao wouldn't have married again.

No matter how persuasive Chen Meilan was, Yan Zhao firmly believed in this.

They first went to the personnel department, checked around, and found Zhou Xueqin's photo left in the personnel department, and her file. But when Chen Meilan found the workshop director, she found that Zhou Xueqin wasn't there, having taken sick leave.

Of course, she hadn't dealt with Little Lang yet, and Yan Zhao had returned.

At this time, without the child playing the family card, would Yan Zhao help her?

Of course not, so she was hiding again, thinking of a new plan.

Fake invoices, fake addresses, fake names, as long as Zhou Xueqin wasn't in the workshop, in such a big city, it would be hard to find her, and even if she was found, Yan Zhao couldn't force her to repay the money.

Chen Meilan was just being a little willful, after all, Gu Xiao's matter was more important.

So she said, "You don't have to accompany me to work anymore. Go back and talk to Gu Xiao about work; work is more important."

“Gu Xiao's matter? Don't rush, let's leave him hanging for now,” Yan Zhao said, “Today, I must accompany you to work.”

“So impressive, when did I become so important in your heart?” Chen Meilan was astonished.

Yan Zhao blushed but didn't speak.

Regarding Gu Xiao's matter, although he originally didn't want to cooperate with the Chinese public security, the Ministry of Public Security has always treated it as a major case, assigning the task to Yan Zhao and his team to gather evidence.

Dumping toxic waste into China involves not only shareholders from Singapore but also a few people within China who are driven by greed and operate under the guise of bioengineering companies along the coast, quietly accepting toxic waste. They not only receive toxic waste but also act as human traffickers, sending laborers to Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand. Additionally, they engage in usury and various forms of international smuggling.

Engaging in such illegal businesses naturally yields substantial profits, a surefire way to make a fortune.

As the country prospers, all sorts of people emerge, both good and bad.

Of course, there are also some officials who collude with them, engaging in corrupt practices for personal gain.

This time, Yan Zhao's return is to take over the work of the Ministry of Public Security's investigation team, specifically to handle this matter.

Several ports, the gates of the nation, if someone were to quietly smuggle in some waste without the nation's knowledge, it might only be exposed years later. But since Yan Zhao has long been aware, he naturally keeps a close eye on it.

Taking advantage of his convenience in conducting official duties abroad, he also collects intelligence on both sides.

He has already identified the criminals.

And tomorrow's banquet, during the meeting, Yan Zhao will report this matter to the leaders.

Gu Xiao has a large sum of foreign exchange, and the country is currently in dire need of foreign exchange. If he is willing to deposit it in a Chinese bank, the sooner the better.

Therefore, the leaders at the ministry are also very concerned about this matter, even treating Gu Xiao as a distinguished guest.

But Yan Zhao is quite indignant about this; he wants to leave Gu Xiao hanging.

At least to make Gu Xiao, who has been on the wrong path for a year, anxious, so that he can take the Chinese public security seriously.

And today, his only task is to accompany Chen Meilan to work.

Unfortunately, although Yan Zhao, the chief public security officer, has time, Chen Meilan, the factory director, does not. From the moment she entered the factory, she had to attend meetings, visit workshops, assign tasks, and was busy from morning till night.

Yan Zhao has been away for two years and is still under the shadow of Zhou Xueqin's looming threat.

Tonight, in theory, he and Chen Meilan could still stay another night at the hotel, but for the sake of the buckwheat pillows, he has to perform well.

Taking the initiative, he cleaned up Chen Meilan's office, made tea, and organized books and documents.

However, Chen Meilan also assigned Yan Zhao a task, asking him to go to Yan Peiheng's unit and deliver a message, saying that the small blanket is in her possession, so Yan Peiheng shouldn't ask Yan Wei's couple for it.

The small blanket, Yan Zhao knows, is the one left by Su Wen.

But once, Yan Peiheng gave it to Yan Wei. How did it end up in Chen Meilan's hands?

Before Yan Zhao could ask further, Chen Meilan, busy, had already left.

Delivering a message to his father doesn't require a visit to his father's unit; a phone call would suffice. And there's a phone on Chen Meilan's desk. So, Yan Zhao was about to make the call when, coincidentally, Qi Songlu brought Bei Bei to the factory to pick up some milk powder, and they ran into each other.

“Yan Chief, you're back! Why didn't you go home?” Qi Songlu asked.

Yan Zhao's gaze fell on the little girl in Qi Songlu's arms: “This is Bei Bei, she's grown so much.”

The little girl, looking a lot like Yuanyuan, had a chubby face due to good nutrition.

When Yan Zhao left, she had just been born; now she could talk. Seeing Yan Zhao, she was scared by his dark skin and cried, curling up in her mother's arms: “Mommy, the uncle is black.”

Thus, after the black dad and black father, Yan Zhao has now been promoted to black uncle.

“Go home, I'll cook at noon, the kids are all there, don't you miss them?” Qi Songlu said again.

Yan Zhao briefly replied, “Busy.” Pausing, he added, “I want to spend two days alone with Meilan.”

His ears turned red again as he spoke.

Qi Songlu, being an experienced person, understood, but she didn't know that Yan Zhao could afford a room at the VIP building, so she quickly said, “By the way, our dad gave the small red building to Yuanyuan, and for the inheritance distribution, he asked Chen Boss to buy us a house. It's a second-hand one, already renovated, why don't you two stay there for a few days?”

“Dad asked Meilan to buy you a house, because of the inheritance distribution?” Yan Zhao was taken aback.

“Yes, I don't mind, but Yan Wei has been quite unhappy. Given our relationship, I'll be honest with you, he always felt that the old man was a bit biased towards you in the inheritance distribution, so he's been in a bad mood for the past two years, and we haven't been to the capital. But, Dad gave the small red building to Yuanyuan, and it was agreed that Chen Boss would buy us a 60-square-meter house as compensation. Chen Boss bought us a 90-square-meter one, in the third ring road. Yan Chief, you have to be good to Chen Boss, as a daughter-in-law, honestly, she's much more open-minded than me.” Qi Songlu said.

“Where's the blanket our dad gave?” Yan Zhao asked Qi Songlu again.

“You mean that old blanket, right? Yan Wei didn't want it, so Chen Boss kept it,” Qi Songlu said.

Yan Zhao turned and left.

Qi Songlu thought this man must be crazy, talking halfway and then just walking away?

Fortunately, as soon as Yan Zhao left, Bei Bei stopped crying.

Qi Songlu had already gotten the milk powder and was busy making milk for her child, so she left too.

…

Yan Zhao walked very quickly, and it was only now that he understood why Chen Meilan had specifically instructed him.

To tell his dad about the matter of the small blanket.

There are many things in this world that are difficult to put into words.

Yan Peiheng gave Yuanyuan his most cherished small red building, of course, because of Yan Xing and Su Wen, because it was the place he once wanted to live with Su Wen, and he wanted to give his most beloved child, that part of the inheritance.

As for the top position, that was Yan Peiheng's only inheritance.

But he's only sixty years old, how could he possibly distribute the inheritance so early?

So, he never mentioned the inheritance.

But he loves his daughter, Yan Wei had a daughter, and he was very happy. And he had once given the small red building to Yuanyuan, before Bei Bei was born, and that blanket was as precious as the small red building, so when Bei Bei was born, he gave it to her.

In the past few days, Gu Xiao was preparing to discuss with the charity association about his inheritance and setting up a fund.

In fact, as early as when he was still in the hospital at 301, Yan Peiheng had seen through Gu Xiao's intentions. Returning to his roots, while alive, he could do business all over the world, dislike his own country, and even when in trouble, seek help from other countries. But if he were to die, he would surely return to his roots, and his property would definitely be donated to his homeland.

Because this is his own country.

Even though he once deeply loved the South Seas, he would never allow South Sea people to dump waste on his homeland.

That is the persistence of a Chinese son, and his final bottom line.

Now, it is Gu Xiao's first return to the country after two and a half years.

Tomorrow, he and Yan Peiheng will meet.

It is also tomorrow that Gu Xiao will discuss with the leaders the establishment of a fund at the charity association.

And that blanket, after meeting Gu Xiao and confirming his intentions, Yan Peiheng should tell Yan Wei to give it to Gu Xiao.

Two years ago, he didn't say it because Gu Xiao was still ill at the time and hadn't mentioned donating his property to the country.

For Yan Peiheng, he hopes that his children can understand him, understand his intentions. He gave Yan Wei the opportunity to reconcile with Gu Xiao, showing his favor towards Yan Wei, and he always hopes that his sons can understand him and keep up with his pace.

But Yan Wei doesn't understand, doesn't get it, so he gets angry and makes a fuss.

And Chen Meilan, knowing that Yan Wei couldn't understand, simply took the blanket and gave the house.

Yan Peiheng is, you have to guess my intentions, understand my thoughts, to understand and cooperate with me.

While in Chen Meilan's case, you want something, I'll give it to you.

In fact, this is the best way to handle it.

Yan Wei doesn't know the value of the blanket; all he needs is a house.

Otherwise, he wouldn't go to the capital, wouldn't let Old Master Yan see his grandchildren for two years, and would complain about it. Such complaints, when heard by Yan Peiheng, would only make him furious, because until now, Gu Xiao is only just bringing up the topic of inheritance. Before this, everything was just Yan Peiheng's own assumptions.

He had high hopes for Gu Xiao, but he couldn't explicitly say anything.

At home, there would be another uproar.

Now, if Yan Zhao were to call Yan Peiheng and tell him that the blanket is in Chen Meilan's possession,

Yan Peiheng wouldn't ask Yan Wei for the blanket anymore.

And Yan Wei and his wife would be delighted to have the house, happily allowing Yan Peiheng to see his granddaughter.

The nearly disastrous family affair would thus be resolved.

Behind the happy ending, there was such a long series of twists and turns, and it was Chen Meilan who resolved them.

Yan Zhao quickly descended the stairs and headed towards the production workshop.

Chen Meilan had just come out of the workshop, wearing a thick white gown and a large mask.

As she walked, she was talking to a group of female colleagues.

Yan Zhao met Chen Meilan at the door, staring intently at her.

This woman, she had given Yan Wei what he wanted.

She had also made a bet with Gu Xiao using what he most desired, and the stake of that bet was that small blanket. But with Chen Meilan's milk powder factory doing so well, making money was a sure thing, so Gu Xiao would undoubtedly lose.

It remains to be seen how Gu Xiao will take the blanket from Chen Meilan in the future.

And this woman, this woman who always uses cute little tricks that make people laugh and cry, is Yan Zhao's beloved, his wife.

He suddenly smiled, and the group of female colleagues around Chen Meilan were all startled.

Two of the women, seeing this stern, ferocious man smile, were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground.