The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 329 Young Master, Please Hold Your Feet High (71)

"Why did you come here, kid?"

Liang Ling smiled gently, and bent down to adjust the height of the bed for Mr. Ye.

"Grandpa, there are some troubles in the country, and it has been delayed."

Mr. Ye pointed at Ye Chaoqi.

"Then do you know who he is?"

Liang Ling looked up at Ye Chaoqi, and then smiled.

"He is also your grandson. Have you forgotten that you have two grandsons. I am the elder brother and he is the younger brother."

"I don't remember... Where's Gu Sheng?"

Ye Gucheng, Ye Hongli's eldest son, Ye Chaoqi's father.

Ye Guyun glanced at Ye Chaoqi provocatively, and then grabbed Old Man Ye's hand with a smile on his face.

"Brother passed away a long time ago, you see you forgot again."

"Dead? Ah...how could it be...he is my son..."

Seeing this scene, Ye Chaoqi suddenly felt that there seemed to be a hole in his heart, and the cold wind was blowing through, and his whole body felt cold.

Ha ha……

The old man said he forgot, so he forgot.

Afterwards, Ye Chaoqi found the attending doctor, and only then did he know that Mr. Ye had suffered from Alzheimer's for almost two months.

During this period of time, Ye Guyun has been taking care of the old man. Ye Chaoqi never expected that the old man with a better memory than him in the past would be stupid if he said he was stupid.

In the hospital, Liang Ling took off his eyes with a smile. Under the lenses, his normally gentle eyes were now full of contempt and pride.

"Can't think of it?"

Ye Chaoqi looked at him coldly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Liang Ling continued.

"The will has been made, don't worry, I will entrust you to take care of these foreign industries in the future."

It was night, and Ye Chaoqi stayed in Canada.

There was a dead silence in the ward. The nurse left after changing the medicine, leaving only Ye Chaoqi sitting in front of the bed, looking at Ye Hongli who was sleeping soundly on the bed, dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Three days later, Ye Hongli was discharged from the hospital and ordered his secretary to contact a private lawyer.

Look at this posture, prepare to announce the rhythm of the will.

Downstairs of the National Hotel was already crowded with reporters holding cameras. The old man was going to hold a press conference at three o'clock this afternoon to announce the change of shares in Wanmao Group.

This is the announcement in disguise, the next successor of the Ye family.

At around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the old man was in a wheelchair and was pushed down the hotel lobby.

At this time, the hall was full of people, and the managers and major shareholders of Wanmao Group and all the companies under Ye's company had already rushed to the press conference.

Liang Ling and Ye Chaoqi stood beside Ye Hongli on one left and one on the right. Ye Guyun was arranging the venue, and beside her stood a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. Also deal with it freely.

Ye Hongli was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs. Even with eyes, people could still see the unconcealed oldness of the richest man in Asia at a glance.

Some people in the crowd kept sighing. Who would have thought that the business giant who was giving advice at the Asian Economic Forum last year would become like this in the blink of an eye.

No matter how rich you are, you are still a mortal.

The venue is set up, and there are still 15 minutes before the press conference. The reporters start to enter the venue. No form of shooting is allowed at the press conference, so the reporters have to hand in all the mobile phone cameras and other items before entering the venue, except for the recording pen. All are allowed in.

At [-]:[-] a.m., the venue was bustling with people. The host of the conference made a gesture, and everyone immediately quieted down.

(End of this chapter)