"Stop dawdling and go find the Second Master quickly," Qian Li urged.
Ruo Chi nodded and left in the elevator.
To ensure safety, Qian Li entered the ward and inspected it again.
"Strange. Why do I feel that the old master's face is paler than yesterday?"
At Bo's Group.
Bo Jingyu was sitting in the meeting room, fuming with rage.
"You were there. Why didn't you stop him?"
The assistant pouted aggrievedly. "I didn't know things would turn out to be so serious. Moreover, that contract didn't specify that it must be signed and approved by you, so..."
"So you just let him do whatever he wanted? Have you got any brains!"
Bo Jingyu threw the documents in his hand at the assistant's face, grinding his teeth in anger.
"Is it really necessary to be so angry?"
Bo Siming swaggered in at this moment, looking at him disdainfully. "Why are you taking your anger out on my assistant?"
"Just in time. Who gave you the permission to sell that building?"
"So what? Didn't you receive the money?"
"That building wasn't meant for trading. Don't you understand?"
Bo Jingyu squinted his eyes, not in the least intimidated by Bo Siming's self - assurance.
"It's just a building. There will be plenty of opportunities to buy another one in the future," Bo Siming sneered contemptuously, looking at the pale faces of the others. "I thought it was something really serious that you've been calling since early this morning."
"As the vice - president, you're not doing your job properly. This is not what Grandpa hopes to see. If you're not capable, leave this position as soon as possible."
His patience had reached its limit.
"Wow, the president is really amazing? You even dare to lecture your own elder brother?"
Bo Siming put on a pitiful look and said disdainfully.
"Everyone, listen up. Grandpa is still alive and well, but my dear younger brother is already planning to kick me out of the company! He's really an unparalleled filial son. I'm so touched."
This feud between the two brothers had exhausted both the directors and the ordinary employees.
When they were in a good mood, everyone would benefit.
But when they quarreled, no one could escape.
When Ruo Chi arrived at the company, he happened to see this scene.
"Look, this dog has a really good nose. He smelled the scent so quickly," Bo Siming mocked disdainfully. "I won't be a nuisance here anymore. Go find your master and ask for a bone to eat."
At this moment, Bo Jingyu's headache flared up again.
He stood there dizzily, almost falling to the ground.
"Mr. Bo!"
"Second Master!"
Everyone rushed over, looking at him with concern.
Bo Jingyu waved his hand. "Continue the meeting."
"Second Master, you're in no condition to attend the ceremony tonight! Let me take you back to rest first. Work can wait," Ruo Chi advised worriedly.
"No, this matter hasn't been resolved yet."
Grandpa was now in the hospital. Bo Jingyu was the only one who could run the company. Bo Siming was always at odds with him. When he was already overwhelmed with work, Bo Siming kept causing troubles.
He simply didn't want Bo Jingyu to have an easy time.
Bo Siming was in a great mood as he stood at the elevator entrance, chewing gum and humming a tune. Just thinking about Bo Jingyu's angry look made him extremely proud.
This was the consequence of going against him.
Ding! The elevator door opened.
Before he could step in, he stood there in shock.
Less than five minutes later, a man burst into the meeting room.
"Running the company like this. What a mess!"
This deep, smoky voice gave Bo Jingyu goosebumps.
He looked up woodenly and saw a middle - aged man standing at the door.
Just when everyone was wondering who this man was, a single word blurted out by Bo Jingyu left them all stunned.
"... Dad?"
In the president's office, Bo Siming and Bo Jingyu stood side by side in front of the desk, silently waiting for their punishment.
"The data is even worse than in previous years. Have you two really been dedicated to your jobs?" Bo Jingming scolded with a dark face.
"The decision - making power of the company is in his hands. You can't just blame me," Bo Siming shifted the blame, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.
"You're the vice - president. Do I still need to teach you the basic principle of assistance? All the things I've taught you in the past were in vain!"
He didn't show any bias towards either of them.
"And you. Since you're in the position of power, fulfill your responsibilities. Put the interests of the company first. Tens of thousands of people in the company are relying on it for a living!"
Bo Jingyu nodded obediently.
Looking at the office, which was so different from before, Bo Jingming sighed.
Time really flew by. In a blink of an eye, more than forty years had passed. Both the employees and the company had changed in appearance and layout.
Now that he thought about it, he felt a bit sad.
It had been so long since he left Bo's Group.
"Why... did you suddenly come back?"
Bo Siming observed Bo Jingming's every move with a puzzled look.
"Don't you think your question is ridiculous?"
His steady eyes met Bo Siming's. "Your grandpa had such a serious accident, but I just found out about it almost a month later."
"What exactly happened?"
Speaking of this, Bo Siming turned his gaze to the person beside him.
"Who else could it be? Ask him."
Bo Jingyu stated expressionlessly, "Father, Grandpa's accident was unexpected. I wasn't there that day because of personal reasons."
"Unexpected?"
Bo Jingming squinted his eyes and stepped forward. "How could there be an unexpected accident to a living person in such a well - guarded situation?!"
"It's all because of his ex - wife! She's so vicious. She had an argument with Grandpa and even pushed him down, which led to this disaster!"
Bo Siming added fuel to the fire, fearing that things weren't chaotic enough.
"Ex - wife? When did this happen?"
He had been dealing with the branch company overseas all year round and hardly had time to follow the news in the country.
"Don't worry. I've handled everything properly. I'll explain the details to you some other time. Let me ask Ruo Chi to take you back to rest first," Bo Jingyu didn't pay any attention to Bo Siming's provocation.
He adopted a strategy of retreating to advance, turning defense into offense.
It sounded like he was backing down, but in fact, he was still in control.
Bo Jingming wasn't a fool. He knew that further questioning wouldn't lead to any good results, so he compromised and nodded, then walked out of the office.
"One left and another one came!"
Bo Siming stood alone in the office, clenching his fists in anger.
He had finally managed to get Grandpa out of the way and was just waiting for an opportunity to rise to power. Now, out of the blue, another obstacle appeared.
Grandpa's thoughts were relatively easy to figure out, but Bo Jingming was unpredictable.
After his mother passed away, he left Yancheng, the city full of sorrow, heart - broken. When Bo Siming and Bo Jingyu were young, he would come back to the mansion to visit once every two or three years.
As they grew older, he came back less and less frequently.
It had been ten years since the last time they met.
Bo Siming could hardly remember what Bo Jingming looked like.