C3 A Sudden and Timely Bad News

Over the past few years, with the massive increase in the income of the local people and the opportunity for home appliances to be replaced, Weida Company, which was in charge of domestic and international household appliances, entered the gold development lane and made a lot of money.

In the past two years, they had opened several branches in East Pass, West Pass, and New City District. In the household appliances industry of Daan County, they faintly showed their ambition to compete with the old head of the household appliances industry, Hanhong Appliances.

Following that, the boss of a remote mountain village in Daan County, Wang Jianwei, who used to work as a worker for a poor kid, spoke with a tone that was more arrogant than ever.

Although he was a very ordinary director in the board of directors of Hucheng Group, his words and actions showed that he did not put the chairman, Fan Wenbin, in his eyes.

In the household appliances industry of Daan County, the biggest and oldest company was Hanhong Appliances. The boss was Huang Weidong, who had won the piece of land in the West Bay at the beginning of the year and started to enter the real estate industry.

Other than that, among the big shots in the home appliances industry that Fan Wenbin knew, Wang Jianwei had been doing quite smoothly and well in the past few years. It could be said that he had made a name for himself and was insufferably arrogant.

At this time, towards Wang Jiawei's eccentric question, Fan Wenbin's heart was filled with a sneer, thinking that it was not worth refuting at all. Because, he was very clear about the relationship between Wang Jianwei and Pang Chengchuan.

The two of them were very close friends, as well as partners in the business world. All the home appliances and facilities in the Red Leaf Hotel were received by Weida Company. Therefore, Wang Jianwei always followed Pang Chengchuan's lead and did not dare to go against his wishes.

At the same time, Fan Wenbin also secretly thought that in this special and temporary board meeting of Hucheng Group, as long as they intimidated the leading Pang Chengchuan, Wang Jianwei, and other small fries who beat the drums, they would retreat without fighting.

Shoot the horse first when shooting the person, and capture the thief first to capture the king. The fighting wisdom left behind by the old ancestor was not wrong at all. Now, it was time to use this battle strategy.

At this moment, no one spoke. The conference room was silent. The atmosphere became extremely heavy and even very oppressive. Even Dong Mi, Zhao Yu, who stayed out of the matter, unconsciously raised his heart to his throat.

Every single board member present here was a shrewd person in the business world that had experienced the battlefield for a long time. Which one of them hadn't experienced great storms and waves? It could even be said that they had all climbed out of the 18 layers of hell step by step. What kind of scene had they not seen or experienced with their own eyes?

However, at this moment, they could clearly feel the solidified suffocation that seemed to exist. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the face of the chairman, Fan Wenbin, at the same time, quietly watching how he would deal with the storm that had already arrived.

Zhao Yu stopped recording, and also fixed his gaze on Fan Wenbin's face. He saw that Fan Wenbin's expression was solemn and solemn, like a thousand-year-old rock that stood on the shore of the Yellow River, silently revealing a shocking majesty, and also like the sea before the eruption, containing a terrifying power in the calmness.

At this moment, facing the storm that had already arrived, Fan Wenbin's gaze was very cold, and he glanced at everyone with great momentum and boldness. Just as he was about to speak, the phone that was placed on the table suddenly exploded, instantly sweeping away the heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

According to the company's rules, when the board meeting was held, everyone's phones had to be turned off or in a silent state. However, for some unknown reason today, Fan Wenbin actually forgot this point.

The ringtone of the phone was a very pleasant Spanish bullfighting dance. It was beautiful, cheerful, and powerful, and it was filled with a relaxed and high-spirited melody. Instantly, everyone heaved a huge sigh of relief, and they thought, This phone rang too timely, too timely.

However, Fan Wenbin frowned slightly. He revealed an obvious displeasure and glanced at it. Seeing that it was his hometown's fixed phone number, he was considering whether to answer it or not. A director called Ning Peng, who was also the general manager of Hua Cheng Group. . . Chairman, you take the phone first," Ning Peng said in a low voice. After you answer the phone, you can discuss the matter of the resort. "

Fan Wenbin looked at his old classmate Ning Peng with a grateful gaze, and then said, "Sorry, I forgot to turn off the phone. "

Then, he pressed the loudspeaker and picked up the phone. But before he could say anything, his father, Fan Youmin, spoke from the other end of the phone, "Bin Bin, your grandfather just passed away. "

His words were clearly heard in the conference room, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat. All of them stared at Fan Wenbin in shock, carefully examining his expression.

At this time, a very heavy question arose in everyone's mind. Great-Grandfather Fan actually just passed away. Wasn't this a little too much of a coincidence?

"Dad, did Grandfather really pass away?" After a moment, Fan Wenbin recovered from his shock and asked urgently. Grandfather was ninety-three years old this year, and he had just finished his birthday last month. He even ate a piece of Suzhou cake that he specially brought. He was very energetic, how could he pass away just because he passed away?

At the other end of the phone, Fan Youmin saw that his son did not believe what he said. He said loudly, a little angry, "If you don't believe me, then don't come back. "

After saying that, he did not care about his son's feelings and hung up the phone with a bang, shocking all the directors.

Fan Wenbin lightly sighed. Looking at the phone, for a moment, he felt that his throat was dry and salty. Then, he quickly swept his gaze across everyone. Finally, his gaze landed on Pang Chengchuan's face, and he coldly asked, "Vice-Chairman Pang, do you think this meeting will be held or not?"

Pang Chengchuan was suddenly stunned. He looked at Fan Wenbin doubtfully, and then he laughed bitterly and said coldly, "The meeting will be held in the future. "

Then, he said with a very concerned tone, "Chairman, you should hurry back to your hometown and take care of the funeral of Great-Grandfather Fan. "

Just now, everyone had heard Fan Youmin's words. The matter was already very clear, and Fan Wenbin had pushed this difficult problem to him to answer. Pang Chengchuan could not possibly say "continue the meeting. " This heartless sentence?

Hence, the special meeting of the board of directors that was temporarily held ended just like that. Under the influence of the news of Great-Grandfather Fan's sudden death, it ended without any results. In the history of Hucheng Group, this was a hot topic. Perhaps, this was not the last time.

In less than half an hour, Fan Wenbin rushed back to his old home, the Fan Family. As soon as he entered the village, he heard the sorrowful music circling above the village. He could not help but sigh heavily in his heart, "Grandfather really passed away. "

Among the six of them, Fan Wenbin was the eldest, and was currently the most promising one. He was also the grandson of his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, who loved him the most.

When his grandfather was alive, he often praised himself as the most promising grandson. In a proud tone, he even said that Fan Wenbin was the same as his father, Fan Tinggui, the hero of the Fan family, and also the pride of the Fan family.

Now, his grandfather was suddenly gone. Fan Wenbin felt empty in his heart, as if his essence, energy, and spirit had been sucked dry by something, and his entire body was exhausted.

On the way back to his hometown after leaving the Hua City Corporation headquarters, his mind was filled with the shadow of his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun. He kept flashing around.

The Fan Clan was located on the north bank of the Yellow River, less than twenty kilometers away from Daan County, which was located on the south bank. The two of them were separated by a river. Previously, the Fan Clan's ferry was to the south of the Yellow River. There were still many fields in the county. When villagers came and went to farm, they would have to take a ferry, which was very inconvenient.

During the past few years, Daan County had been expanding rapidly. The farmland that the Fan Clan had used to live on the south bank had all been expropriated. Along the dam on the south bank of the Yellow River, they had built a new south coast road, which was filled with lush greenery and beautiful wind. Many skyscrapers had also been built.

The Huacheng Group office building was located in the new district of Daan County, facing the Yellow River. It had only been built last year, and was very grand and eye-catching.

Standing on the roof of the building, one could see the entire Mei Tan Village on the north bank. The Fan family was a natural village in Mei Tan Village. Sometimes, when his mind was in chaos, Fan Wenbin would stand on the roof of the building and watch the scenery of his hometown.

When he arrived at the main entrance of his house, he saw that some people were busy building mourning doors. On the left and right sides of the door, there was a couplet that had yet to dry up. "Lang Yue Qingfeng reminisces about the past, and the remaining water in the ruined mountain reads his last poem. "

Every word was as big as a bowl, and the brush was upright and full of strength. It revealed a heavy feeling of vicissitude, just like his grandfather's magnificent and legendary life.

This was the principal of the Fan family's primary school, and also the youngest son of Great-Grandfather Fan. It was the youngest uncle of Fan Wenbin, the sixth uncle, Fan Youcai's handwriting.

Every time there was a big or small red or white matter in the village, Fan Youcai would be warmly invited to write a few couplets that were appropriate for singing. This had already become an unwritten rule of the Fan family.

Seeing Fan Wenbin drive a very rare luxury Land Rover back, many people were all full of smiles and fought to be the first to greet the richest boss of the Fan family. They were afraid that they would be half a step behind others and would not be able to show their enthusiasm and friendliness.

Fan Wenbin casually nodded at everyone and hurriedly walked into the courtyard. Under the complicated gazes of everyone, his knees went soft, and he knelt in front of his grandfather's memorial hall and called out from the depths of his heart, "Grandfather. "

Then, he respectfully nodded three incense sticks of time, and kowtowed three times in a row. After that, he sat on the straw mat beside his father, Fan Youmin, and asked about some things his grandfather had done before his death.