Chapter 1847 The granddaughter of the eldest son of a wealthy family 117
The news of Zhang Fugui's death spread quickly, and many relatives, friends and family friends sent people or came to pay their respects in person.
In Zhang Hai's mind, as the head of Zhang's company, he should be the person in charge of the funeral, and he should be responsible for receiving all the guests.
Why don't everyone understand what Zhang Hai is thinking? He just thinks that the guests at this funeral are either rich or noble, so he can take the opportunity to get to know more people.
Now that the old man is gone, how could Zhang Jiang spoil him, "Do you think the old man would be happy to let you be the manager?"
Zhang Jiang paused and said, "How many people do you really think the Zhang family can allow to worship now?"
"Only for your prodigal son who sells off his property?"
"You are still the dignified president of the Zhang Group. For the sake of those women and children outside you, you not only hollowed out the family fund specially set up by the old man."
"Don't you think you are awesome? Why do you have no money when your twins go to an international school?"
"When you didn't put money into the family fund, did you ever think about who would be the unlucky one in the end?"
"It's okay if you don't lend money to the family fund. As long as you can pay the expenses yourself."
"The company's performance is not good, so I don't want to dig out those moths. Those moths are your lucky daughter's uncle and aunt. As soon as they beg for mercy, you give up."
"I tell you, I am solely responsible for the old man's funeral. The old man has spoken." Zhang Jiang did not give in. "If you insist on taking over the process, I will arrange for accountants to supervise the entire process."
"If anyone is trying to enrich themselves, I will call the police immediately." Zhang Jiang directly blocked Zhang Hai's escape.
Zhang Hai thought of his uncle's behavior. He really didn't dare to gamble, and now that the old man was gone, Zhang Jiang would not give him face.
But he was unwilling to give up like this, "I will also arrange for someone to check the accounts."
"Welcome." Of course Zhang Jiang didn't have any fear. He was not Zhang Hai, so he certainly wouldn't take the money seriously.
Of course Zhang Hai knows that Zhang Jiang doesn't care about the money at all. He can make money himself, and his sons and daughters can make money. There is no need for him to worry about these things. Instead, he is the one who worries about money.
In the past, I always thought that no matter what, the old man would still be there to hold him back, but now that the old man is gone, what should he do?
Thinking of the difficulties Zhang is currently encountering, Zhang Hai becomes confused.
Zhang Hai made up his mind, no matter what, he must not miss this good opportunity. He must build relationships well and make the Zhang family bigger and stronger, so that these people who look down on him can take a good look at it. The old man chose him as his successor for a reason.
Zhang Jiang glanced at the filial sons and grandsons present, "By the way, your boss Yinghao, why haven't you arrived yet?"
"It's been two days since the old man was critically ill. Why hasn't this young master arrived yet?"
Zhang Yinghao? Zhang Hai didn't care about this son at all. When he saw him, he thought of Zhang Yutong and became angry. He had habitually ignored him over the years.
"That, that..." Oops, it's over. Of course, Zhang Hai will not notify him and looks at his assistant.
The latter shook his head and said, "I asked you whether to notify me, Mr. Zhang, you said you informed me."
Zhang Hai quickly recalled, "There is such a thing, I, I forgot about it."
"You inform me." Zhang Hai had a big face. When he saw Zhang Yu chatting with Fu Yun, he suddenly thought of something and said loudly to her, "Xiao Yu, when you came back, why didn't you call your brother with you? Come back?" Zhang Yu and Fu Yun were discussing the case that had been concluded before. Although it was not a big case, it was not a small case that she could take action now. Fu Yun, who was far away in Europe, knew a lot about it.
Hearing Zhang Hai's voice, Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"What I mean is, when you came back, why didn't you tell Yinghao that you could come back with him?" Zhang Hai looked at Zhang Yu with an ugly expression.
"Your uncle forgot to inform his son Zhang Yinghao." Zhang Jiang explained the situation from the side.
There really was no notification for the co-authorship. Zhang Yu had been thinking about whether to notify him before, "Uncle, you haven't notified your son, so you still expect me to bring him back?"
"Also, Zhang Yinghao went to study in a beautiful country. I didn't know about it at all. Didn't you say before that you would return to work in the company after he graduated from college?" Zhang Yu looked surprised.
Anyway, I didn’t inform about this, so I just pretended that I didn’t know about it, “You all know that I work in NY, but I didn’t see Zhang Yinghao looking for me.”
"But now, you just slapped such a big hat on my head. Really, forgive me for not doing it."
"I know, uncle, that you like twins now and don't like Zhang Yinghao, but you are too partial." Zhang Yu retorted directly.
Zhang Hai did not expect that Zhang Yu would not give him face in all kinds of ways, and his face turned red with anger, "You, you, I am your uncle after all. Do you speak like this?"
"Uncle, I'm pretty good. It's better than you pissing your own father off to death."
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"The old man left so many things for you, but..." Zhang Yu didn't want to say it at first, but he couldn't stand Zhang Hai who insisted on jumping out to show his presence. There was really no way he could bear it.
"I remember that there was a lot of mahogany furniture in this living room. Where are they now?"
"There is also furniture in the bedroom above. I remember it was also mahogany furniture. But now it seems that it is all things that cannot be placed on the table. Could it be that my uncle's finances are so poor?"
"Not only do you need to sell off your subsidiaries, but you also need to sell off your property." Zhang Yu kept shaking his head, "You are no different from a prodigal son."
"By the way, I'm really curious. Are you going to sell the old house next?" Zhang Yu asked.
Zhang Hai's expression couldn't help but sarcastic, "I, I, I don't..."
"It's best not, but I think, uncle, since there are so many women out there, you must have a lot of houses to accommodate them."
"Instead of selling the old house, it is better to demolish the old house here and turn it into a high-rise building, which can accommodate these women and children."
ah? Zhang Jiang and the others were stunned when they heard this. They all knew that after the old man passed away, this old house would basically not be able to be saved, and Zhang Hai would definitely sell it.
I just didn't expect that Zhang Yu would have such a bad idea. Who in the right mind would arrange many women together? Isn't this the rhythm of a proper crematorium?
Zhang Jiang looked at Zhang Yu with a smile. This girl's suggestion was good, but Zhang Hai probably wouldn't agree. Wouldn't this be causing trouble for himself?
Zhang Hai was actually considering selling this place after the old man passed away. Who made him short of money? But now after listening to Zhang Yu’s words, he immediately felt that this proposal was really good.
The space here is large, and a twenty-story building can be renovated. When the time comes, everyone will live together, saving him from running around, and the house they have vacated can also be sold, which is good.
Zhang Hai thought it was worth considering, "Sure, this is a good idea."