"This can't be done."

Yu Xingyan said: "Not to mention our friendship for so many years, don't you know what's wrong with you?"

Nan Sancai stared, "What's wrong with me?"

"When you do something, you either don't get involved, but once you get involved, you have to finish it, and you have to finish it perfectly."

Yu Xingyan smiled, "Obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism are hopeless."

Nan Sancai: "Get out!"

"Okay, okay, you're so old, but you're still so grand."

Yu Xingyan pulled him to sit down, "This matter is my brother's fault. I didn't pay attention to the people below. This kind of thing will never happen in the future. You are the boss of the project. It's up to you to say what to do.

Calculate."

"Don't think I'm giving you face, I'm going back purely for the money!"

Nan Sancai snorted again, "Don't I know the tricks of you capitalists? Half of the project is already completed, and I have to finish the remaining half before I can get the money."

Yu Xingyan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"You don't have to worry about money. In the contract you signed with Ah Jin, the proceeds from the project will belong to Xiao Song. I know that. As a grandfather, in the final analysis, you still want to make money for your eldest granddaughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Sancai glared at him and said, "Why are you saying this? Who told you to say this!"

Before, he was so stubborn and pretending to be a bullshit in front of Nan Song, but now he was completely exposed.

How could Nan Song not know this, so he just smiled faintly.

When the two old men were fighting, Yu Jiarui was eating quietly beside him, eating very attentively and maintaining the greatest respect for the food.

The cheeks are bulging, and he eats like a little squirrel.

Nan Sancai was too lazy to talk nonsense to Yu Xingyan. He looked at Yu Jiarui, his expression suddenly became gentler, "Jia Rui, will you have a game with grandpa later?"

In addition to playing Go, Yu Jiarui was also good at chess. When Nan Sancai was in Beicheng, there was no one to accompany him to enjoy chess, so Yu Jinwen sent his eldest cousin to coax the old man to play.

After going back and forth, the old man and the young man became chess friends.

Yu Jiarui chewed the food in his mouth desperately, and after swallowing it, he pursed his lips and said seriously: "Okay."

The two moved to another place to play chess, and the maid followed behind with a plate of snacks, watching the game and feeding Yu Jiarui by the way.

After everyone left, only Yu Xingyan, Nan Song, and Lawyer Qin were left in the living room.

"Xiao Song..."

Yu Xingyan lost the attitude of arguing with Nan Sancai just now and put on a serious face, "To tell you the truth, I can no longer handle Yu's current situation. At my age, it stands to reason that I should be

I am at an age where I don’t care about fame and fortune, but I really can’t bear to see the Yu family that so many people have worked so hard to create collapse like this. I can’t control the future. I only hope that it can be successful while I am still alive.

Good."

This is probably the mentality of an entrepreneur.

Others may not understand, but Nan Song, who has witnessed the process of his parents starting a business, knows this all too well.

Such a large business group was not established overnight. It took countless people’s tears and sweat. It was really blood and sweat.

"I'm already halfway to the age where my feet are in the ground, and I really don't have the energy to cultivate an heir. The second and third sons can't help me, and I can't count on them. Otherwise, I wouldn't beg you with all my old face.

"

"Grandpa, you are serious."

Nan Song comforted the old man for a few words and said in a calm tone: "I can promise you to take over the Yu family, but I have three conditions. If you think it is suitable, we will give it a try."
Chapter completed!