Qin Ye nodded, "Yes, I have received it. I got married, so aren’t you going to show any gesture toward your granddaughter-in-law?"
Old Sir Qin: ...
This debt collector.
He glared at him annoyedly, "I’ll give it when the person comes tomorrow, I can’t hand it to you now."
Qin Ye noncommittally raised his eyebrows. "Anything else? If not, I need to go back and make dinner."
Old Sir Qin: ...?
He couldn’t help feeling some regret.
Handing over such a large family business to this grandson... Was it really appropriate?
"Alright, scram, and remember to be at the company by eight sharp tomorrow."
Qin Ye frowned, "What’s so urgent about eight? The meeting is at ten; arriving at nine is plenty early."
"Aren’t you supposed to go earlier on your first day?"
"No, I’ll go to the company at nine." Qin Ye had no intention of being a workaholic.
If work was going to take up all his personal time, he wouldn’t stand for it.
Don’t they know... members from the second and third branch are still collecting dividends from the company!
They lie there earning money, while he has to work himself to death... essentially making money for his own enemies!
Who would feel balanced about that?
However, with Old Sir Qin present, indeed, he couldn’t make a move against them.
Wait till later... Qin Ye sneered inwardly; he wasn’t going to supply blood to the vampires.
Old Sir Qin: ...
Fine! Have it your way then! He didn’t care anymore.
He let out a breath, "Just go."
Qin Ye listened this time; he waved his hand and then walked out, even being courteous enough to close the door behind him.


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