Chen Jiaming suddenly sobered up, as if the old crocodile intended for him to be in this stupefied state, preventing the other party from making a move.
The old crocodile was truly cunning, possibly even timing the onset of his illness perfectly. The other party definitely did not want to inherit a failing company.
If Xiao Jianming really had died before being ousted, it could have been a fatal blow to Changda, which is not the success the other party wanted to achieve.
"So," said Chen Jiaming, his voice involuntarily filled with respect for the other party, asking, "What does Director Liu think of the current situation?"
"The other party is also looking for a breakthrough. Before you ca here, Director Kang called , apparently having so friction with the foreigners. The foreigners want the Changda shares he holds; after much consideration, Director Kang felt that entrusting these shares to these people, who are not from our country, was insecure. So, he asked for my advice. According to Director Kang, their people have uncovered so clues, for instance, Changda’s most crucial trademark rights are tied to the Xiao Family’s real estate, and this crucial asset has fallen into soone else’s hands. They have always wanted to take action against the Xiao family to force the hidden person to reveal themselves, yet they did not anticipate being tracked and suffering affliction themselves."
These were all pieces of news unknown to Chen Jiaming, who listened intently and finally understood the implications of Director Liu’s words earlier—the root of Xiao Jianming monopolizing his son and Xiao Yebai not being a wastrel all lay here.
The crazy man sitting on a pile of money, who liked to mock and jeer at him, Chen Jiaming, wasn’t actually a wastrel?
Chen Jiaming was confused again. If Xiao Yebai was indeed capable, why would he behave crazily, projecting the image of a wastrel? What benefit did that have for him?
"His nature is madness," said Director Liu. "It seems he never cared about what others think of him. As for being a wastrel, that label was privately bestowed upon him by others. He never claid himself as one."
Chen Jiaming was stunned for a mont, it seed Director Liu was telling the truth. In that case, wasn’t it all their own misunderstanding and underestimation of Xiao Yebai that led them to these troubles?
"I think," Chen Jiaming quickly cald down, "that he has always hidden his capabilities, not without ambition."
"Yes, but his target is definitely not Changda."
Chen Jiaming found this statent perplexing.
Director Liu pointed to his own head, "This is my intuition after living for so long and observing so many crocodiles."
"Intuition?"
"Changda, for him, is still too small a pond."
Chen Jiaming was truly shocked.
What did that an?
At the ti he was straining to secure Changda, had that so-called wastrel already dismissed Changda as sothing beneath his consideration?
That was too much!
Chen Jiaming’s chest heaved.
He suddenly stood up and said, "Thank you, Director Liu, I know what I must do now."
Undoubtedly, Director Liu’s words were ant to ignite his fighting spirit.
He had indeed been confused about what to do before—seeing that, Kang Junjia and his ilk treated him rely as a pawn. Now, he understood; that man, Xiao Yebai, was indeed his biggest enemy.
Director Liu said, "You could ally with Manager Wa, haven’t you always worked together before?"
It seed that the man before him knew his moves almost too well. Chen Jiaming said, "Indeed. I have kept in touch with Manager Wa, who has returned to his hotown. We plan to set up an investnt company together."
The unity with Wa Zicong ca naturally for many reasons, including the shared mortification of being used by Kang Junjia and others. On the other hand, perhaps just as Director Liu intended to motivate him, neither of them liked Xiao Yebai.
"That woman—"
Just as he was about to leave, he heard Director Liu suddenly comnt, "I suggest you both keep a closer eye on her. Doesn’t Manager Wa know her quite well?"
Gu Nuan?
Chen Jiaming’s lips slightly curved: "She’s soone I brought into the company; could I possibly not know what potential this newcor holds?"
The butler opened the glass door, and Chen Jiaming walked out straightaway.
Director Liu sat in the backyard, sipping his tea.
Xiaoliu ran in not long after, angrily exclaiming, "Grandfather, you asked to prepare lunch, but why did you let him leave?"
"What’s the rush?" Director Liu glanced at his granddaughter. "A woman who wants to reel in a man must understand the art of slack and precision."
Chen Jiaming got into the car at the front door, and when the driver asked where to go, he rubbed his temples: "I haven’t visited the chairman at the hospital yet, take to Mingxin."
Half an hour later, when Xiao’s grandmother heard Chen Jiaming had arrived, she stood outside the hospital room looking through the glass at Xiao Jianming. When the butler asked if she should go over to greet him, the old lady shook her head: "No need."
What’s there to greet? The old lady knew well enough in her heart. This child has always seen the Xiao family as enemies, no matter how well her son treated him. It can only be said that people are always greedy. It’s doubtful when this child will co to his senses.
Greeting this child was less necessary than greeting his mother. His mother’s tone and attitude were still sowhat congenial towards their Xiao family.
Knowing where her son had gone, Chen’s mother sat alone in the living room for a while before walking into the bedroom and saying to the person following her, "Stay by the door, don’t let anyone in. If the young master cos back, let know first."
"Yes, madam."
Chen’s mother closed the door, locked it, and walked over to the bedside table to pick up a residential phone handset and dialed a number.
"Hello, Mrs. Chen." After connecting, the person on the line said.
"Have all the transfer procedures been completed?" asked Chen’s mother.
"Everything is done, Mrs. Chen."
"Good, listen carefully. From now on, cut off all contacts between and your side, and simultaneously, all contacts with Miss Gu. Those cunning old things use my husband as leverage, and now my son. But they will never get the clue."
Click, Chen’s mother decisively hung up the phone.
The entire room fell into silent darkness.
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