Mr.Ji, welcome!

"Hello, everyone, my hospitalization has brought trouble to you. I now issue this notice on behalf of the chairman of Wuyue group. During my recovery, Wuyue group will be managed by my eldest son Ji Deming. I hope you can help and bear more."

VCR is very short, but it can be seen that the old man's body is recovering well, his face is ruddy and his speech is sonorous and powerful.

"We believe in Mr. Ji Deming! Before, Mr. Ji Deming took care of Wuyue group. " One of the shareholders spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Ji Deming set a record of doubling the quarterly income in that year. Just now I wanted to say that after Mr. Ji Fucheng took charge of the management of the small quarter, our business has expanded five times and has involved four major states. It's really a tiger father without a dog son."

"Yes, I also believe Xiao Ji will prove his innocence."

"Impossible! He, he killed... "

"Mr. Ji Decheng, we need to believe the evidence. If Mr. Ji really hurt the old man, why didn't the old man say it and let Mr. Ji Deming manage the company instead? "

"It must be their father and son who conspired and threatened the old man!" Ji Decheng was dying.

"Third brother, what are you talking about!" Ji Deguang looked at him disapprovingly. "I just went to the hospital. The old man's life was saved by the small town's wife. How can the small town hit the old man. If you don't believe it, it's a big deal to go to the hospital. "

"You!"

Ji Decheng looked at Ji Deguang fiercely, but the other party's face was just indifferent.

Ji Deguang has a certain understanding of who did this thing. Ji Fucheng was right. The other party did not care about family affection and shot the old man, once again eradicating the biggest obstacle. Ji Fucheng is about to get the biggest executive right of Wuyue group.

All the obstacles in front of Ji Decheng are clear. If the other party is really cruel, the next one will deal with is himself!

"Third brother, I haven't been here these years. Wuyue group needs you to help me with many things. It's hard." Ji Deming patted Ji Decheng on the shoulder, and the smile on his face was still a little indifferent.

Ji Decheng was like ten years old. He glared at Ji Deming fiercely. He wanted to swallow each other.

But in the current situation, he couldn't change anything at all. Ji Decheng gnashed his teeth and said, "brother, it's still you who work hard. It's just that he ran back at this juncture."

"Maybe it's God's destiny."

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With a loud bang, a good porcelain in the study suddenly split into potato pieces. Ji Decheng angrily picked up a colorful bottle and hit it on the ground again.

Zhao Panxian was frightened and couldn't help but say, "what's going on here? Why did Ji Deming come back? Is there no room for maneuver?"

"How? I've been busy making wedding clothes for Ji Deming! " Ji Decheng was so angry that he blushed and his neck was thick. He stood in front of a pile of broken porcelain angrily and said sternly, "they must have designed it long ago. Otherwise, why doesn't Ji Decheng come back tomorrow morning or later? It's just this time! And the dead old boss, he's all right! "

Zhao Panxian said anxiously, "do you think the old man will doubt that we did it?"