Mad Son-in-law

Jun Miyano patted the somewhat embarrassed Yang Wanwan on the shoulder and smiled: "Yang Jun, don't panic, it's just Beishi. He created this majesty by himself. If he doesn't come, I will look down on him a little bit. We. The Fusang man has a saying, "You can walk through the sea, you can't steal your life. Beishi didn't make a tortoise, this is just the last blood of a man."

Yang Wanwan smiled and said: "Mr. Miyano said that. Even if Beishi came, he was helpless with us. In the face of the crushing of shares, he, the great founder, had to bow his head obediently."

Miyano shook his fingers and said: "Yang Jun, you are wrong, it's not us, it's me. Grand is mine, you are just a little friend of mine..."

Yang Baiwan was a little upset, the old Fusang man didn't regard himself as his own after all, he was just a tool.

However, it doesn't matter if I think about it, I was originally for money, so if someone scolds my dog, let him go.

"Mr. Miyano, then... do you want Zonghai to stop Beishi?" the secretary asked.

"No, no, no!" Jun Miyano smiled grimly: "Let him come in. Only when Beishi, a huge head, is willing to worship in front of me, can I have that sense of conquest. If he doesn't come, I will be alone. Singing a one-man show is so boring! Go yourself and invite Beishi in."

Yang Baiwan gave a thumbs up against his will, and praised: "Mr. Miyano is indeed a dry air, domineering, so Yang has admiration!"

"Haha, Mr. Yang is polite. At the beginning, you must have used this kind of obedient to pour Wang Bojun's ecstasy soup so that you can enter the family of the king, haha!" Although Miyano was smiling, it was obviously contemptuous. With a smile, the side scolded Yang Wanwan for eating in and out. He expected that no matter how he humiliated Yang Million, this guy would not get angry, because this kind of person values ​​money more than dignity!

Sure enough, Yang Baiwan seemed to have heard nothing. He stretched out his hand with a smirk, nodded and bowed his head and said: "Mr. Miyano, please step into the venue. That is your podium. I hope you will win today and be humiliated. Take a look at that disobedient Beishi!"

Yang Wanwan’s ability to slacken his beard and shoot a horse is simply disgusting. Even Jun Miyano himself is a little unnatural. This humbling virtue is simply more polite than his son to Lao Tzu.

"Mr. Yang, Beishi is your compatriot!"

Hayao Miyano swishly dropped a sentence, preparing to step into the venue.

Before he appeared on the stage, he turned to the branch president and said solemnly: "Tell that Zong Hai, immediately block the venue and don't let anyone in."

The conference room asked in a low voice, "Mr. Miyano, is it possible, what else are you worried about?"

Miyano said seriously: "I have a clan nephew in Yancheng called Miyano Yoichi. He told me that this king is really not an ordinary person, and I have to guard against it. What if he appears halfway? This probability, Even if it is less than one, I have to guard against it."

"No, Mr. Miyano, don't worry, I use my head to guarantee that Wang Jie will come here today, he doesn't have a chip in his hand, what kind of face come here!" Yang Wanwan said loudly.

"Your head? How much is your head worth?" Hayao Miyano said, "You should leave your head behind. I would rather not want your head, and I don't want to change it midway."

Yang Baiwan still tried his best to guarantee his credit, but the branch president said impatiently: "Mr. Yang, this is our internal matter. You are not qualified to speak. You should wait obediently. It's done. Your benefits are indispensable. , But if something goes wrong, you will be the first to lose your reputation!"

Yang Baiwan cursed secretly, what's your look? If I hadn't been for the money, I would have killed you, Fusang turtle grandson!

Miyano straightened his tie and walked into the venue with a large group of people.

The people who were sitting in the meeting room waiting for the meeting immediately stood up and shouted in unison: "Hello, Mr. Miyano!"

In the crowd, there was only one person who did not stand up, and that was Beishi sitting on the main seat.

Beishimin's face sank like water, and a sneer swept across the corner of his mouth.

The people in this room, except for the team brought by the muddy water, the rest are people brought out by themselves, but now these people face themselves like wolves, facing the outsider Shun Miyano like a group Pug.

What better way to let a person see through the scorching state of the world than this situation?

"Yeah, you are Mr. Beishi, I've heard of the name for a long time!" Hayao Miyano laughed loudly. That old face, the smile turned into a Hanamaki...

"Mr. Miyano, yes, I have heard the name for a long time!" Beishi still sat there and said motionlessly: "It's just, I didn't expect that Mr. Miyano would have a kind eyebrow. I thought you must be a wolf-faced fox-eyed wild boar. Like fangs..."

"Hehe, what do you say?"

"I think, a person with vicious intentions must also look vicious!" Bei Shi said, "It seems that the long and beautiful peach has maggots that are correct!"

Miyano's face condensed and said loudly: "Mr. Kitaishi, I understand your mood, but don't you think you should get up and give me this seat?"

"Sorry, I created Genda by myself, and I am also the chairman of Genda, this man, only I can sit!" Beishi tit-for-tat.

"Haha, forget it, it's up to you, it's not enough, you'll get up automatically in a while!" Jun Miyano said confidently.

The surrounding company executives and small shareholders who were looking forward to the assassination of Hayao Miyano jumped out, pointing to Beishi and speaking outrageously.

"Bei Shi, do you still have a face to appear?"

"Yeah, where are you hiding like a grandson these days?"

"You are no longer worthy to be in charge of Immigration. I advise you to keep your dignity and take your own shares to the retirement age!"

"Beishi, you ask Mr. Asamiya for mercy, maybe you can stay in the company!"

Beishi's dark eyes glanced around, and said loudly: "Shut up, as long as I'm still a day, this gigantic can only be in my hands. You flock of small fishes and shrimps, who are acquainted, get out of here. Go aside!"

Everyone burst into laughter. In their eyes, Beishi, who had already been defeated, dared to speak wildly. That must be crazy in his heart...

Miyano leaned over and whispered: "Mr. Beishi, you look pale, with countless blood scabs on your body. It seems that you have suffered a lot. How? The feeling of worms piercing your body has not tasted enough! "

"Despicable!" Old man Wei said loudly from the side: "It's your gangsters, you are not going to die!"

"Don't die? Don't worry, I will do it for you!" Hayao Miyano smiled gloomily and stood up and said loudly: "Now, I announce that the general meeting of shareholders has officially begun. The first item on the agenda is to determine the chairman of the company. You can’t be without a king for a day, a company, and you can’t have a leader for a day. I thank Beishi for shaping the great, but he is no longer suitable to be chairman of the board! Moreover, given his recent neglect of the company, Because of the huge economic loss, I declare that once Zhuo Shui is in charge of a great deal, I hope Mr. Beishi retires and quit the management, otherwise, I will further the next round of financing to dilute your equity..."

"You are not worthy!" Beishi exclaimed angrily.

"Haha, I don't deserve it, you said it, the law has the final say!" Hayao Miyano waved, and several men in suits came up and said loudly, "This is my team of lawyers and economic consultants. Let them say stop!"

A middle-aged man dressed as a lawyer stood up and said: "According to the equity agreement, the largest shareholder of the Genda Group is now Zhuoshui Construction, with a sole proprietorship of as high as 35%, which exceeds the percentage of Mr. Beishi, the chairman of Gen Ohara. Therefore, Zhuo Shui has the right to propose to build its own management. According to the relevant provisions, Mr. Beishi must cooperate in a meaningful way. Otherwise, Zhuo Shui has the right to file a lawsuit and forcefully take over the company!"

"Thirty-five percent? Is it very high?" Bei Shi slowly stood up.

Jun Miyano frowned and said, "What did you say?"

"He said, thirty-five percent is not too much. Thirty-five, white suffer, Mr. Miyano, I'm afraid you will be busy for nothing!" In the corridor of the hall, a grim man suddenly heard ll!