Chapter 124 Mr. Shen passes away
No……
Nothing!!
Shen Baichuan’s chest heaved violently, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: “Dad…I’m almost dying, and you won’t even tell me the password to the safe?!”
He suddenly threw the painting in his hand to the ground and stepped on it hard.
He rushed back from outside without even changing his shoes. Dust from the soles of his shoes fell, revealing a string of numbers on the back of the drawing paper.
Shen Baichuan stared at the traces intently, and suddenly burst into an almost crazy laugh:
"Hahaha!"
"Ha ha!"
"dad!"
"As expected... I knew you loved mom the most!"
He quickly pulled out a pencil from the pen holder and scribbled on the paper - a sixteen-digit password mixed with Chinese and English gradually emerged.
"Old man... who could guess such a complicated password?"
"Even Jiang Yuli would never have thought of this!"
He opened the safe with trembling hands.
The first thing that caught my eye was the neatly stacked gold bars;
Further down, there are stacks of property certificates and confidential company documents...
He pulled out a will from the bottom.
But as soon as he saw the content clearly, Shen Baichuan completely lost control:
"Sure enough...you actually want to hand the company over to Jiang Yuli?!"
"Why? He's only been back for less than three years!"
"I've been by your side for over forty years... over forty years of father-son love, isn't it better than his?!"
In a rage, he tore the will to pieces.
Confetti fell everywhere.
Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a document at the bottom of the box.
The word "will" was clearly written on it.
He picked it up almost mechanically, intending to tear it again, but for some unknown reason he opened it—
In this copy, the heir is written as: Chen Qiao.
The date was three years ago.
The one he just tore up was set up not long ago.
So... my father really changed his mind during this period of time.
It’s just that the old will has not been destroyed yet.
"God help me!"
Shen Baichuan clenched the will tightly, his eyes filled with almost ferocious ecstasy, “Baichuan Group…is destined to belong to my son!”
Just then, the cell phone rang.
It was Shen Qiao who called: "Dad, where have you been? The doctor just said grandpa is dying, come to the hospital quickly!"
Jiang Yuli is dead, and the old man is dead too.
The will has been received!
Shun!
He is too smooth.
Everything has been going smoothly for him since he was born. The bad luck in the past few months is just a joke played by God on him.
Shen Baichuan returned to the hospital ward with the will.
"Dad, where did you go just now?" Shen Qiao asked in a low voice.
"Grandpa is dying..."
He slowly walked to the bedside, held Shen Zeming's withered hand, and said in a surprisingly calm voice:
"You all go out first."
Everyone left, leaving only Shen Qiao in the room.
Shen Baichuan did not avoid him.
"Dad, don't worry." He leaned over and whispered, "When you die, I will bury you with Mom..."
The old man on the hospital bed stared at him weakly, his lips trembling but no sound coming out.
"Dad, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I opened the safe. You really plan to hand over Baichuan Group to Jiang Yuli!" Shen Baichuan let go of his withered hand, "What a pity! He doesn't have that good life!"
"When his ashes are returned, I will bury you two together. Since you loved him so much, please protect him well."
Shen Baichuan took out the will, "Dad, this is the will you made before! Thank you, you still have us in your heart. You really didn't love him before, and this will didn't even mention him!"
"He has every right to hate you!!"
Shen Zeming's fingers trembled, and he wanted to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it.
He held his breath and wanted to speak, but no words came out. He opened his mouth and let out "ah ah..." several times.
Suddenly, the heart rate monitor turned into a straight line——
Shen Zeming is dead.
Shen Qiao stepped forward, "Dad, Grandpa passed away..."
He was angered to death.
Shen Baichuan slowly stretched out his hand and closed Shen Zeming's eyes, which were still open.
"Rest in peace."
"We will carry forward Baichuan Group."
Shen Baichuan spoke slowly.
"Dad, this will..."
Shen Baichuan casually handed him the will, “This is for you.”
Shen Qiao took it and looked at it, his pupils suddenly contracted: "Grandpa handed the company... to me?"
"That's right."
Shen Baichuan patted his shoulder and said, “With the will in hand and Jiang Yuli dead, you don’t have to worry about anything. Let’s take care of your grandfather’s funeral first.”
"good."
Chen Qiao looked at his deceased grandfather and bowed deeply, "Grandpa, I will work hard and will not let you down."
"What's going on with the Su family?"
"I heard that Su Huainan went to the airport last night, probably to pick up Su Lingyu." Shen Qiao said in a low voice, "Dad, don't we need to send someone?"
"Su Lingyu is his girlfriend. She should either bring back Jiang Yuli's ashes or his body. We are busy with the old man's funeral here, so we don't have time to take care of him." Shen Baichuan stared at Shen Zeming's body and spoke.
In two days, two people from the Shen family died.
It's normal for the old man at this age.
But Jiang Yuli...
The death was strange.
Shen Qiao vaguely felt that it might be related to his father.
But Shen Baichuan is his father, and he has no evidence.
The news of Shen Zeming's death quickly spread across the country.
The funeral took place three days later.
There was a drizzle in the cemetery. Everyone was dressed in black, holding black umbrellas, standing in front of the tombstones.
Shen Zeming was buried next to his wife Jiang Wanfeng.
A continuous spring rain fell under the foggy sky.
Everyone was dressed in black, holding black umbrellas, and standing in front of the tombstone.
Hu Kexin stood beside Shen Qiao and looked at him quietly.
Now that her child is gone, can she still stay with Shen Qiao?
I heard from my mother that Shen Qiao has the old man’s will in his hand.
The will allowed him to inherit Baichuan Group.
That's the Baichuan Group, which is worth hundreds of billions!
If I had known she would be more careful that night...
Hu Kexin touched her belly carefully. The child was gone, and she and Shen Qiao signed a prenuptial agreement again.
Shen Qiao would definitely abandon her.
Shen Baichuan stood at the front with a small white flower pinned on his chest.
He stared at the tombstone. The black and white photo on it was taken with the help of Su Lingyu.
Less than a year later, I started using it.
The old man was indeed foresighted.
Knowing that his life is coming to an end.
He turned around, with a sad face, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Thank you to all the relatives and friends who braved the rain to come and see my father off for the last time."
"He dedicated his life to his family and Baichuan Group. To his family, he was the pillar and the harbor; to the company, he was the navigator and the founder. It is because of his dedication that Baichuan has achieved its current glory."
"We will uphold his legacy, work diligently, carry forward Baichuan Group and never let him down."
“Rest in peace.”
"Dad, have a safe journey."
As soon as the words fell, everyone echoed in unison: "Rest in peace, Grandpa (Chairman)!"
Everyone bowed in condolences.
The three-minute silence is over.
Everyone looked up.
Shen Baichuan still maintained a grief-stricken expression on his face. In the past three days, he only slept two or three hours a day just to keep himself in a sad and grief-stricken expression.
He wanted to prevent them from suspecting that Jiang Yuli's misfortune abroad was his doing.
Nor would they suspect that Shen Zeming was pissed off to death by him!
The man was old and sick, and died of a sudden heart attack. In fact, no one suspected it at all.
But in everyone's mind, he is an image of a filial son.
He has been with the old man for more than forty years!
He has always been a filial son.
Shen Qiao is also a filial grandson.
Only Jiang Yuli is a cold-blooded and ruthless guy.
But it doesn't matter.
Jiang Yuli is dead.
Su Huainan and Su Lingyu have not brought back his body or ashes yet.
But I heard he's already boarded the plane.
Even if you bring ashes to the funeral!
Unfilial!
“Everyone,” Shen Baichuan spoke again, his voice hoarse and heavy, “misfortunes have occurred one after another in the past few days. My brother and my father have passed away one after another. I am deeply saddened.”
"My brother Jiang Yuli's ashes will soon be returned to China. We will then have a low-key burial, so as not to burden everyone with the hassle."
"Today, I have another announcement to make—"
He swept his eyes across the entire room, finally landing on Shen Qiao standing aside, his tone suddenly firm:
"I hold my father's will in my hand, which states that Shen Qiao will inherit Baichuan Group!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the crowd:
"I object."
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