"Drive slowly." Aunt Hong sent her to the door, and thinking of the scene of her speeding, she kept reminding her tirelessly.
"You just got your driver's license not long ago, don't drive too fast."
"Yeah, I know." An Ci threw the empty milk carton into the trash can beside him, walked to the blue sports car parked in the yard, supported the car door with one hand, and climbed in lightly.
Immediately afterwards, Aunt Hong saw the blue sports car turn a corner, then rush out and disappear in an instant.
“…”
Who just said I knew it?
With the guidance of the car masters of the Fire team, An Ci's racing skills are improving day by day. Sometimes she drives as if she is risking her life. At the beginning, Eric even complained about her - it's not about skills, it's all about risking her life.
In less than three minutes, she arrived at the villa where An Zhenxiong lived and parked the car at the door. She did not jump out of the car like she did before, but opened the door and got out obediently.
She was caught speeding by her grandfather once before, and he almost confiscated her Juesai. Fortunately, she begged and begged again and again, and promised many times not to do it again, so her grandfather let her go. Otherwise, not to mention the car, her driver's license would have been burned by her grandfather.
An Ci noticed that there were several cars parked nearby. He scanned the license plates and recognized one of them as An Yang's car.
The confusion in her eyes deepened, and she walked in with a lot of questions.
When she arrived at the study, there was no one there.
An Ci frowned, feeling strange. Wasn't she asked to come? Why was there no one here?
She took out her cell phone and called An Zhenxiong, "Grandpa, where are you? Why is there no one in the study?"
"In the conference room on the fourth floor."
He hung up with a clear and concise sentence.
An Ci narrowed his eyes slightly. What was there that couldn't be said in the study that required him to run to the conference room on the fourth floor?
So she came out of the study and took the elevator to the conference room on the fourth floor.
The corridor was unusually quiet, making her footsteps particularly clear.
The conference room was on the left, the door was ajar, and various voices mixed together and came out intermittently from inside.
There are the voices of the elders, and others...
An Ci pushed the door open directly. In an instant, the talking inside stopped and a wave of gazes focused on her.
The sudden scene made An Ci slightly stunned.
With so many people involved, how about holding a three-court trial?
Her grandfather sat in the first seat, with seven elders on his left and right, and below them were representatives from various branches of the An family. It was so crowded that the air seemed to have become thinner.
An Ci saw several familiar faces. Not only An Yang came, but An Yiyao and the others also came.
But in a moment, An Ci suppressed the doubts in his eyes, nodded slightly to everyone, and then sat in the empty seat next to An Zhenxiong under everyone's close attention.
When I looked up, I saw the Great Elder opposite me.
She was a little confused by the other person's expression of deep hatred and grief.
That’s not all, the other elders next to him had similar expressions.
An Ci was confused. What was wrong with the people in this world?
Before she could ask, a document was suddenly pushed in front of her, and then she heard her grandfather say, "Xiao Ci, you are an adult now, and it's time for you to learn to take on the responsibilities of the family."
An Ci's hand, which was about to flip through the documents, froze and he immediately retracted it. He looked up at An Zhenxiong and said the most cowardly words with the most innocent expression, "Grandpa, this is not good. I have small arms and shoulders, and I can't bear any heavy responsibilities."
To be honest, she is a hands-off boss and doesn't take care of her own business much, let alone the family business. Just look at her grandfather, he is busy every day all year round and has no free day. He is so overwhelmed by the glory and rise and fall of the family that he has no freedom. She feels tired just watching him.
An Zhenxiong glanced at her sideways, his eyes full of disappointment. "I haven't even told you what the mission is."
The little girl is exactly the same as when she was a child. Before she is asked to do anything, she rushes to say that she can't do it.
I don't know who she inherited this from. The key is that her parents are not like this. Isn't it true that plus two equals minus?
An Ci wanted to say, "She is not capable of any important task," but under the pressure of An Zhenxiong's eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
An Zhenxiong hummed lightly, "Read the document first."
An Ci said "oh", sat up a little, pulled the document in front of him and started to look through it.
It turned out to be the information of a relatively important subsidiary of the An Group. Could it be that her grandfather handed this company over to her to manage?
Thinking of this, An Ci silently closed the file.
An Zhenxiong's voice came again in my ears, "Do you understand?"
An Ci shook his head decisively, and An Zhenxiong's mouth twitched, "Then what did you understand?"
"I don't understand anything." An Ci leaned back in his chair and smiled innocently. "You know, I get a headache just looking at the data."
After he finished speaking, the people around him tried hard to suppress their laughter.
Everyone in the An family knows that their young master is unremarkable except for his exceptionally good-looking face. To put it bluntly, he is just a pretty boy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.
An Zhenxiong was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He wanted to twist her ear, but when he saw that there were other people around, he withdrew his hand abruptly.
He knocked on the table and said unhappily, "Sit up straight."
An Ci straightened his back, but less than a minute later, he began to lean back while An Zhenxiong was not paying attention.
An Zhenxiong glanced at her and continued the previous topic, "You don't have to go to class now. I plan to let you manage this subsidiary. What do you think?"
It doesn't matter, she doesn't want to care.
Although she thought so in her heart, she certainly couldn't say it out loud, otherwise she would definitely have a meal of pork braised with rattan sticks.
An Ci looked at him hesitantly, "I think..."
The others looked at her with different expressions, and out of selfish motives, most of them hoped that she would not agree.
"Just say what you want to say, don't waste time." An Zhenxiong urged.
An Ci thought for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "I don't think this is a good idea."
Perhaps guessing she would say that, An Zhenxiong didn't get angry and asked, "What's wrong? Tell me."
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