Zhuo Wen was right; the Sige Manor was in complete chaos, but the previously oppressive atmosphere had now become deathly still.
It wasn't until a few people they could talk to were gathered in a room and the lawyer began reading the contents of the will that they truly believed that the person they had hailed as their savior just yesterday was dead.
The scales, which were already teetering on the brink of collapse, suddenly tipped to one side.
The contents of the will were even more unbelievable.
Someone slammed their fist on the table in excitement, "What did you say? How could Si Ge's wealth accumulated over so many years be so little?"
“He is the head of the family, but shouldn’t the Sko family’s assets be decided by him alone?”
The head of the southern family spoke slowly.
The lawyer remained calm despite being yelled at, carefully putting the notarized will back on and patiently explaining the situation.
"Although the Sige Group has many branches and collateral branches, the will of the former patriarch confirmed the patriarch's authority over the disposal of the group's overall assets. Therefore, the disposal of assets in the will is legal and valid. If you have no objections, you can sign the agreement."
The amount missing was so large that there was widespread outcry.
Without bothering to argue with them, the royal guards stormed into the estate and arrested several of the most troublesome members of the collateral branches.
Only then did everyone realize that the royal family was determined to reshuffle the deck, and that they could not gain forgiveness by spending time clearing their names.
The past transgressions by Sir Geoffrey against the royal authority erupted at this moment.
Three days later, the death of the young head of the Sige family and the news that he had donated nearly half of his fortune to charity shocked the entire country of S.
The successive reports of the decline of a branch family of the Sige Group and the reshuffling of the royal family have brought to light the sudden collapse of a business empire that started from scratch and occupied half of the country, causing widespread lament.
When Song Xingyao saw the news, she was momentarily stunned. Gu Mai, dead?
This seemed to shock her even more than the business empire donating half of its fortune to charity.
She recalled the desperate and terrified expression on Gu Mai's face after he regained consciousness, but Song Xingyao believed that someone who had received a cruel survival education would not easily choose to actively pursue death.
Perhaps it was because I remembered what the professor said in class: the more stubborn a person is, the greater their tendency to self-destruct. So, is he that kind of person?
She felt a little regretful, but still closed the documentation for the hypnotherapy.
At this moment, she desperately wanted to see Fu Siming, but the messages on her phone were still from an hour ago.
For some reason, Song Xingyao felt uneasy. Ever since Gu Mai withdrew from Jiangcheng, he seemed to have become even busier.
Even yesterday at the old house, I was somewhat absent-minded.
At this moment, in Fu Bowen's office, the two brothers faced each other once again.
The two people inside didn't seem to be negotiating; rather, they seemed to be in a standoff, with an air of mutual antagonism subtly emanating from them.
Fu Bowen slammed the contract Pei Jing handed him onto the table, then turned to Fu Siming and said, "Are you crazy? You're trying to acquire the Fu Group."
He said with a hint of sarcasm, "Back then, you said in front of Grandpa and Father that you didn't want the Fu family and wanted to go out and create Tiansheng on your own. I thought you were looking down on the Fu family's resources. Turns out your appetite has grown even bigger."
“Fu Siming, I told you before, even if I dismantle the Fu family and sell it to outsiders today, I will not let it fall into your hands.”
Fu Siming stood up, glanced at him, and said, "Whatever." Then he walked out of the office.
Pei Jing, who was following behind, was still a little shocked. He knew that the two brothers did not get along well, but it turned out that they were so bad that they said they would rather give the Fu family to someone else than to their own people.
After the two got into the car, Fu Siming sat in the back seat and said coldly, "Call him and let him start."
Pei Jing: "Yes."
Fu Bowen was so angry that he leaned back in his chair in his office. He never expected that Fu Siming would come to his door and say that he wanted to acquire Fu's shares.
This gave him a strange sense of aggression and fear, as if an intruder had suddenly appeared on his territory.
He recalled what Fu Mingtang had said: "Are you sure you want to hand over the Fu family business to him?"
Fu Ting's silence was, in his opinion, a complete denial.
He was clearly the one who had been thinking about making the Fu family bigger and stronger, so how could you so easily deny his efforts?
He grabbed the ashtray on the table, ready to smash it, when the phone suddenly rang, saving the giant painting directly opposite him.
A call from an unknown number? Fu Bowen wondered.
"Hello?"
"President Fu? I've heard so much about you. I'm Li Hao."
Fu Bowen recalled that he was the head of a medium-sized emerging technology company in Jiangcheng. Over the years, the company had been accumulating experience and expertise. Jiangcheng had provided strong support for this industry, which had great potential for development.
"Mr. Li, what brings you here today?"
"It's not a big deal, but it's probably not clear enough to explain over the phone. I'd like to see if I have the honor of having a long talk with President Fu."
"Of course." Fu Bowen never refused social engagements. Even though he was in a hurry to deal with that mess, he still decided to go to the appointment, just in case someone offered themselves up.
After replying to Song Xingyao's message, Fu Siming leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Hearing Pei Jing suddenly speak from the front row, "Master Fu, Madam's father has arrived and has been taken to the reception room on the top floor."
Fu Quan's news suddenly made his relaxed nerves tense up, ever since Fu Siming learned about that matter from Fu Mingtang.
He didn't even know how to face Song Xingyao. He rarely had a moment of distraction lately, but Fu Quan came to find him at this time.
Did they also find out about that matter?
Impossible! Almost instantly, he rejected this terrifying premise.
Gu Mai is dead, and Si Ge is gone too. Those old stories should have been buried in the ruins along with their collapse. How could they have reached his ears?
Fu Siming personally went to the reception room to meet Fu Quan, and the three of them went to Fu Siming's office together.
Fu Quan glanced at Pei Jing behind him.
Pei Jing immediately understood: "President Fu, then I'll head out first."
Fu Quan didn't immediately explain his purpose, but instead inquired about his and Song Xingyao's recent situation.
Fu Siming noticed his hesitation, so he took the initiative to speak, "Dad, did you come all this way today to talk to me about something?"
He knew this matter must be related to Song Xingyao, but seeing no hostility in her eyes, his heart was at ease.
It seems that this is not what he was thinking.
Fu Quan: "I've come today to discuss the merger between Tiansheng and the Fu family. I'd like to ask for your thoughts."
Fu Siming was slightly taken aback, looking at him with some disbelief.
Fu Quan’s deep voice rang out, “Si Ming, don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s just that I’m getting old and I only have Yao Yao as my child. The Fu family business will eventually be left to her, but she’s not interested in business. I hope you can manage it for her. So you can listen to my conditions before you decide whether to agree.”
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