Having A-Yuan act as the filial son to announce the death had an unexpectedly good effect.
The following morning, the headlines of newspapers across Hong Kong were almost all about Nie Zhao being so grief-stricken that he could not cope, and his son reporting his father's death on his behalf.
Praise is free, and the reporters knew Nie Zhao loved to hear it. They also praised A Yuan for being young but having surpassed his elders in talent, taking on the family business at crucial moments, and destined for great things. In short, he received a lot of praise.
However, Nie Zhao didn't have time to look at it. In fact, after only one night of grief, he rallied.
The next morning, with red eyes and a hastily shaved beard, he was already holding a board meeting.
Because God helped him, causing his father to leave at a crucial moment.
The transfer of shares to his wife was within the scope of the China Banking Regulatory Commission's regulations, and the resulting drop in share price was not considered manipulation. However, he could have pushed the share price down to its lowest point before the market rebounded, and then made a comeback to buy it back.
The old man's death was a perfect excuse. He said he had been taking care of patients for a year and was too tired. He wanted to hand over his main business to his wife and take a break. Of course, the obedient board members were only concerned about his health.
The restless ones started secretly sending text messages right there at the meeting table, planning to withdraw their shares.
Nie Zhao saw all this but could only smile coldly. The business world is like a battlefield, and all's fair in war; he was playing the deception game.
Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, he decided to reclaim his shares and firmly grasp control of the Nie family business.
As the saying goes, after the worst comes the best. Boss Nie's mood had hit rock bottom a while ago, but after the bottom came the rebound. Finally, his father was no longer holding him back. When he called his clients in the capital to inform Commander Wang and the others of the death, he could also put Nie Rong's name on the list. His position was then taken over by Chen Rou.
Nie Zhao had to personally notify his father's group of old friends of the mourning time.
Everyone was in low spirits; it was genuine sadness, because even a month earlier, they would have been able to participate in various activities.
For example, he could go to the mainland with crutches, donate a library, or donate some cultural relics, and that would be enough to get there.
But there's only one month left, time is too tight, there's no time to get so much done.
Nie Rong was truly something else; even in death, he was determined to help his family gain one last advantage.
Then there was another matter. With Nie Rong's death, a spot became vacant. In the capital, the clients certainly didn't care about such a small matter, but Commander Wang would listen to Nie Zhao's advice and decide who should fill the vacancy.
Such large-scale ceremonies not only have a list of participants, but also a list of substitutes.
For example, there were shipping magnates and some veteran movie and television stars on board, waiting to be substitutes.
Nie Zhao looked at the list marked "[Top Secret]" that Commander Wang had faxed over, leaned back in his chair, put his feet up on the table, and tossed the list around. He then had to seriously consider who to recommend as a replacement.
He didn't have much time to think about it; he needed to go downstairs to fix his hair and try on clothes.
When Nie Rong passed away, people from all walks of life came to pay their respects.
Don't be fooled by the fact that everyone is wearing sunglasses and their faces are covered; at first glance, they look like they're all without makeup and unkempt.
But in reality, everyone in such a big event is secretly hoping to get a perfect picture.
Even when Nie Zhao is truly sad, he will not forget his appearance, let alone now, when he only feels relieved.
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In Song Yuanchao's hometown, there's a saying: "A dead grandfather, a fat grandson, and a great-grandson who's jumping for joy."
A Yuan perfectly exemplified this. When he woke up in the morning, he heard that he was going to keep vigil and needed to eat his fill. Fortunately, Li Xia had arrived the night before and was feeding him. The little guy ate while jumping around, with an excellent appetite.
But Nie Han was getting old, and since she hadn't seen her grandfather one last time, she was in a bad mood.
She wasn't supposed to be on night duty last night; as long as Nie Yao was there, that would have been enough. But she sat next to Nie Yao for the entire night.
Moreover, although Song Yuanchao was busy, he always took the time to persuade his young wife to eat something, but she never did.
Song Yuanchao liked chubby girls, and he especially liked his little wife who was only the size of a palm, but soft, with a slightly bulging belly. She wouldn't do if she were too thin. And this was the first time he had gone into the kitchen to pack food.
But even if it were him, if he didn't eat the staff meals and insisted on eating with the owner, who would dare to interfere?
But he was just an employee, and Song Yuanchao wouldn't have entered the Nie family kitchen if he wasn't worried that the food ordered from the hotel wouldn't suit Nie Han's taste.
Because Chen Rou had gone to the funeral home early and packed up the food, he took Li Xia, the wet nurse, two nannies, and the nursing team for young master A Yuan with him. Then Song Yuanchao discovered something: Li Xia could actually chat with the newly arrived English-speaking nanny in English. Moreover, although she originally studied British English, she could now speak American English without any awkwardness, and she even spoke it more fluently than him.
He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw her wearing a light blue pantsuit, with her legs crossed.
The first photo Song Yuanchao saw of Li Xia was a black and white photo taken when Chen Ke and she went on a blind date. She had two long, black braids and was tilting her head, exuding the fragrance of the earth. She had really changed a lot.
Li Xia was surprised when she got off the bus, but A Yuan still remembered his McDull mask and wanted to put it on first.
At the entrance of the funeral home, in broad daylight, the flashbulbs were like lightning. Although bodyguards came over to shield him with umbrellas, if A-Yuan hadn't put on his little mask in time, his little face would have been exposed in no time.
Just last night, the deceased's remains were prepared, and now it's time to place the body in its place.
The burial offerings were about to be made. Nie Jiayu and Nie Yao, who had rushed back, were captured by the Taoist priests and were being subjected to a ritual.
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