Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  "Me? Where?" Mei Wenxi was surprised that Yang Zongbao would invite her at this time.

  "Furong Road, Yang's residence." Yang Zongbao replied briefly: "Do you still want the things here? I don't hope you bring them, they're dirty." Yang Zongbao took off his own coat and threw it to Mei Wenxin.

  Mei Wenxi warmly didn't say a word, took off all the clothes on her body and put on the clothes Yang Zongbao threw over.

  "Not bad, but let's get one thing straight - don't ever betray me, no matter what." Yang Zongbao said to Mei Wenxin.

  "Got it." Mei Wenxin now felt a sense of gratitude and a faint satisfaction in her heart, but thinking that the ugliest appearance she had ever made in her life was seen by him, for a moment, she just felt dirty.

  "Furong Road, Yang's residence? Who do you think you are? Where can you live?" Mei's father shouted. Now with a nose full of snot and tears, his face was completely disfigured.

  "Hmph, you want revenge on me?" Yang Zongbao looked at this stinky insect-like person with a good laugh.

  "I swear I will make you beg to live and die." Mei's father was like a crawling insect, his body squirming in a way that was revolting beyond measure.

  "My surname is Yang, who do you say I am? Want to take revenge on me? Alright, I'll be waiting for you inside the Yang residence."

  Yang Zongbao pulled Mei Wensi out of the aspect.

  Mei Mu was still being controlled by Bao Guo. Seeing Mei Wenxin walking over, she shouted: "You heartless thing, your father raised you and you don't even know how to repay him, you're really a beast."

  Mei Mu's hair was disheveled, she had already fallen into madness. For her own daughter, Mei Yun Xin pulled and held back, Yang Zong Bao today was finally enlightened. Originally intended to teach a lesson, but was pulled back by Mei Yun Xin, so had no choice but to give up.

  No one spoke along the way, and everyone didn't know what to say. Even Xiang Wei temporarily had nothing to say.

  When everyone arrived at the gate of Yang's house, Old Lady Yang was already waiting there, accompanied by an old man with a big braid.

  "Is that so?" The old lady said in one sentence.

  "Thank you." Yang Zongbao said two words directly.

  "A family says what, go in and talk." The old lady led the way in front, Yang Zongbao fell back half a step. The old man with the big braid blocked everyone at a distance of one zhang. There was no tenderness or affection, Mei Wenxin was cold to the point of trembling, but she could only follow behind everyone. Xiangwei did not unexpectedly behave well and did not make a fuss.

  "No matter how I make trouble in the future, it won't involve you." Yang Zongbao spoke without hesitation.

  "You've finally told the truth. I know it's hard for you to accept, but spare your own family some dignity." The old lady also drew her bottom line.

  "Are you not going to stop me?" Yang Zongbao found it strange.

  "There's nothing strange about it, you're stubborn by nature. If I don't let you vent a bit now, after I'm gone, you'll still make a fuss. By then, it'll probably be a matter of life and death. Now, sacrificing some things and people is better than having an old man send off a young one, what do you say?"

  "Is the old lady asking for my promise?" Yang Zongbao reacted.

  "Hmm. As expected, your temperament is far stronger than others."

  "You don't have to praise me, give me all the resources, at least no harm will come to future generations." Yang Zongbao also laid his cards on the table.

  "Don't worry, I'll give it to you slowly. But I didn't expect you to bring back a woman so quickly." The old lady changed the subject, and Yang Zongbao couldn't keep pressing her, so he could only chat casually.

  "I didn't think so either." Yang Zongbao replied casually.

  "Otherwise, throw it to the phoenix for training. It looks quite clever." The old lady said: "However, you little devil made the phoenix go crazy, and the movement below is not stopped."

  "The old lady is sharp-eared and keen-eyed, she knows everything." Yang Zongbao's words didn't contain any praise.

  However, the old lady didn't care and seemed to be pleased with Yang Zongbao's behavior: "When people get older, they should understand what's going on in their hearts, right? This is a personal gift for Feng Huang, she should also restrain herself. I know all about those actions, let alone those who have ulterior motives."

  "Aren't you quite fond of her?" Yang Zongbao thought to himself, that's the old lady's designated future daughter-in-law.

  "Hmm, it's an experience after all. That Phoenix girl has a bad temper, being treated like that and still holding a grudge is nothing. Just wait, I won't interfere." The old lady finally found something to be happy about.

  Children quarrel and make up with each other as a way of fostering their relationship.

  "Right in front is that woman's house, I've arranged it. You brought her back, she looks good, just a bit of a funeral star feeling. I'll put her in the middle, you quickly find some fiery ones to calm her down." The old lady evaluated the woman Yang Zongbao brought back this time: "That red-haired one is not bad, fierce and tight, but short-lived."

  "Are you still fortune-telling?" Yang Zongbao asked. He still had some faith in these physiognomy sayings, just like he believed in traditional Chinese medicine.

  "After living with your grandfather for so many years, I should know a thing or two. That red-haired woman is not the owner of this six-story building."

  "I didn't think she was someone I could confide in."

  Honeysuckle is a special existence for Yang Zongbao, the only female friend who knows about his past. Old Lady Yang was right, Honeysuckle's illness...

  "It's fine as long as you understand. Heaven is jealous of beauty, the girl behind you is pitiful. But remember that those who are pitied must have a despicable side."

  As for what the old lady said, Yang Zongbao didn't remember much of it and just took it as an old person's experience. He picked out a few sentences to listen to, taking the essence and discarding the dregs.

  Mei Wenxin was arranged in a very elegant two-story building, surrounded by plum blossoms, which also responded to Mei Wenxin's surname, and it is unknown whether it was a coincidence.

  Mei Wenxin didn't have time to soothe her own pain, and the next morning she was thrown under Yang Fenghuang, the nominal big wife of Huaxing Yang Zongbao, for training, with an uncertain fate.

  Yang Zongbao has since understood the old lady's bottom line and figured out the cards in his hand, and he began to think about it. However, no matter what, after having a scene in Huang Boran's office, Yang Jia Taizi's throne is now famous. It may be more convenient to act in the future.

  However, the old lady of his family only gave him 10% of the shares and kept 20% for herself. Yang Tianming had 40% there, and others had a total of 30%. It seems that Huaxing has never been short of money since its establishment, and Yang Tianming will not give up most of the shares and the company's right to speak. He and the old lady's shares are almost the only voice in Huaxing.

  Now on the surface, the old lady gave herself ten percent, but in fact, it's not very useful, a waste of time.

  Yang Zongbao did not stay overnight at Furongdao, the Yang family's atmosphere was too strong there, making Yang Zongbao somewhat unaccustomed.

  After fussing around for so many days, the whole New Year's holiday was spent without doing anything else. Before he knew it, it was already the 15th of the first month. Yang Zongbao decided to take Xiangwei out to see the lanterns in the evening and then send her back home.

  Walking through the bustling night market, Camellia has a special fondness for red things. Lanterns, couplets, all sorts of red things are of interest to her.

  Yang Zongbao knew what Hawthorn was thinking. Red is the color of fire, it's the color that burns life, she wanted to protest in front of him.

  Watching Xiangyun in front of him who had to rest every few steps due to illness, Yang Zongbao stopped in his tracks.

  It seemed to have noticed that Yang Zongbao was not keeping up, and Qiangwei turned around with the lantern and sugar gourd in hand, only to see Yang Zongbao watching her from a short distance away. The space between them wasn't obstructed by anyone, so she could clearly see the movement of Yang Zongbao's mouth.

  Yang Zongbao did not make a sound, but Rose's face suddenly burst forth with beautiful colors, as if she were another person, intoxicating. In that instant, Rose's smile made everything else in the night market seem like mere decorations, and only Rose was the true master.

  "It's too beautiful." Bao Guo, who was originally far behind Yang Zongbao, walked to his side without realizing it: "Huh? Why did you stop? Aren't you going to chase?"

  After revealing a stunning smile, she disappeared, submerged in the crowd.

  "It's all right, she'll show up," said Yang Zongbao, and then he let Bao Guo drive to the China Trade Building.

  Bao Guo thought that Qiang Wei would return soon, but it was a long time before he saw her again.

  Zhou Yi didn't follow them out and completely became a stay-at-home husband. When he saw Yang Zongbao and the others enter, he was busy cooking and setting the table: "Where's Violet?"

  "I'm back in the country." Yang Zongbao said lightly.

  "Why?" Zhou Yi asked.

  "No reason, let's eat." Only Yang Zongbao himself knew where the rose was going, because earlier today, Yang Zongbao had slipped the address to the rose. Only Yang Zongbao and the rose themselves knew what Yang Zongbao had just said at the night market.

  Zhou Yibao didn't ask much either. After dinner, Yang Zongbao didn't bother with Er Xiao and went straight to the study room, browsing through some documents given by the general manager one by one.

  Yang Zongbao is not a versatile person and there are many things he doesn't understand. For the things he doesn't understand, he will check on the computer and can roughly get the idea.

  After reading it, Yang Zongbao started to take action. He pasted A4 printed paper all over the desk and wrote his name in the middle of the paper, but then he couldn't write anything else.

  Struggled for half a while and still gave up, I still have too few resources available now, must accumulate more.

  After a sleepless night, there was no substantial progress, but Yang Zongbao at least understood the capital in his hands. However, when he was about to rest, his phone rang. He picked up his old mobile phone that had been given to him for free with prepaid fees and saw an unfamiliar number.

  "Hello, who is it?" Yang Zongbao pressed the answer button.

  "Hey, is that Yang Zongbao? It's Ma Xiaojian. Help a brother out, I'm on gynecology duty today but the train is delayed and I won't be able to make it back. Can you go sit in for me?" The surrounding noise on Ma Xiaojian's end of the phone was very loud, apparently he was in a public place.

  "You're not even in my field, are you?" Yang Zongbao really thought it was funny, himself going to the obstetrics department? Wasn't this a joke? His knowledge of obstetrics was limited to just one university textbook, and now he was being asked to go on duty, wasn't this intentionally trying to get someone killed?

  "Don't worry, there aren't many patients now. I'm begging you, brother, my credits are at stake, if I don't graduate, I'll have to kill myself. Brother, brother, I really can't find anyone else, please show some mercy and save me. Please?" Ma Xiao Jian was truly at his wit's end.

  "Alright." Yang Zongbao thought it was no big deal and could just call if something came up.

  Yang Zongbao rushed to the obstetrics and gynecology department of the Provincial Hospital before having breakfast.

  Each consultation room is separate so no one mainly goes to Yang Zongbao who is on shift.

  Perhaps the phenomenon of substitute classes is very common, and the little nurses are also used to it.

  During the New Year's holiday, it was indeed very quiet, and there were really only a few patients coming in, but somehow there would always be someone.

  Just before closing time in the morning, a middle-aged woman of about 50 years old walked into Yang Zongbao's clinic with the support of her daughter.

  "What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao asked.

  "It seems I'm pregnant," said the middle-aged woman with a coy smile.

  "Oh, is it going to be born or not?" Yang Zongbao's afterthought was still don't.

  "I don't know." The middle-aged woman's words also left Yang Zongbao at a loss for what to do for the time being.

  "Don't you know whether you're going to give birth or have a miscarriage? What did your lover say?" Yang Zongbao pretended to be calm.

  "My husband is not at home."

  The middle-aged woman's words almost made Yang Zongbao tongue-tied.

  "Then what about this child?" Was Yang Zongbao's next sentence referring to her husband?