But when the founder An Yonghong passed away, few of the people below him felt heartbroken.

If their names are not in the will, they will probably be even more sad and even feel resentful!

........

Time passes by every second.

The conference room was filled with smoke and coughing sounds could be heard from time to time.

Anquan Xing, who was sitting at the other end of the conference table, knocked on the table.

"Quiet!"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and everyone's attention was focused on Anquanxing.

There was a trace of sadness on Anquanxing's face.

"Dad is gone. He hasn't had a good day in the past few years."

"To put it bluntly, he's not being cured in the hospital, he's suffering."

"Now that they're gone, we should at least do something, don't you think?"

Only a few people echoed, "Yeah."

"That's right, the old man has suffered a lifetime, he deserves a grand burial."

"What's the point of leaving it there all the time?"

But some people disagree.

"After the old man woke up, he was in good health and spoke with full energy. Isn't it strange that he passed away suddenly?"

"Exactly. I think the old man is going to hold a board meeting, and some people can't sit still anymore."

"Bang!!!"

Anquanxing slammed the table hard, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

“Nonsense!!”

"Listen to what you're saying."

"The hospital has examined it and issued a report. Dad died of natural causes."

"It's written in black and white, why wouldn't you believe it?"

Anquanxing pushed a few sheets of paper to the middle of the conference table with an angry look on his face.

"He's already dead, what's the point of talking? When will the will be published?"