Chapter 1339

Wenjo answered, "write to me?"

Open a look, but it is a share transfer letter, she is a bit confused, "what is this?"

"After you have transferred your shares to the board of directors, you can also take part in the five points of the board of directors, and you can also keep your shares in the board."

Wenjo threw the envelope to him: "I don't want this. I want a red envelope, six thousand and six."

Fu Nanli squinted and pinched her face: "silly girl, there will be countless 660 here. Didn't you help me to keep the project in Dubai? This is what you should get. "

Wenqiao lowered his head and his voice was also very low: "if I accept this, will it affect your position on the board of directors? Many people want to overthrow you. You should centralize power and not disperse your shares."

His big hands are warm, dry and powerful: "yours is mine. They all know that they dare not tell me what to do. 5% of my shares are still the first. Don't worry."

Wenqiao received the most local gift in the history of the new year, Zhonghuan group's shares of 5 points, so the fortune of the sky was smashed down.

Wenjo put the envelope under the pillow, sleeping soundly on the fortune of the rich man.

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the Fu family has the habit of going to the cemetery to visit the tomb on the Lantern Festival. As a daughter-in-law who has not passed through the gate, Wen Qiao is called by Fu Nanli, and Gu Xiao is also taken over by Fu Nanli.

Mr. Fu now turns a blind eye to what his grandson does.

The Fu family's private cemetery is on the south mountain of the shallow water lake. There are all year round green pines and cypresses and holly. Their car stops outside the cemetery and the group gets off.

Fu Nanli and Wenqiao support Fu huaiyong and enter the cemetery along the Qingshiban road.

In the cemetery are the tombstones of Fu Nanli's grandmother and some of his ancestors. The latest one is Fu Xianyuan's.

At the moment, there is a cigarette end in front of the tombstone, which is still burning. It seems that it has just been thrown here.

Fu Nanli frowned slightly, and his attention was focused on the less noticeable cigarette end.

His mother and grandfather didn't notice and put flowers in front of the tombstone.

Uncle Li gives Fu huaiyong a handkerchief. He squats in front of the tombstone and carefully wipes the cold and heartless tombstone. His eyes are slightly red.

Every time he came, he would personally wipe the tombstone to remember the pain in his heart.

Wenqiao was brought over by Fu Nanli very early. His head was still confused. He did not pay attention to the cigarette butts in the withered grass. His attention was focused on the sad old man.

Gu Xiao stood under a pine tree and looked at the man on the tombstone. His thoughts were immersed in it. He had never seen this person, but he was instinctively sad for the reason of blood relationship.

At the end of the tomb sweeping, Fu Nanli said he would stay for a while. Others left the cemetery one after another, leaving only Wenqiao to accompany him.

In the morning, there was still a mist in the cemetery, lingering around the trees. Some people who were cutting grass passed by and were called by Fu Nanli: "is there anyone else to sweep the grave today besides us?"

The uncle nodded: "yes, the man wore a mask and a cap. He didn't take anything. He said he would come in to sweep the tomb. Because the old man told him not to stop the people who came to visit the tomb, I let him in."

"How tall and how do you look?"

"I'm shorter than you, about 180 to 183. I'm not fat or thin. I'm not as strong as you. I can see that I'm a little older than you. I may not be able to see it in my forties and fifties."