coobybook Chapter 1013 5 is not a small amount
Chapter 1013 5 is not a small amount
An Ran looked calmly at her grandmother. She was not entirely unaware of the ambiguous relationship between Qi Haoyu and her father, An Jinsong, implied in the grandmother's words.
She didn't reply immediately. She picked up the coffee cup in front of her, gently blew on the rising steam, took a small sip, and after a long while sighed softly, "Qi Haoyu is dead."
Grandma's eyes suddenly sharpened, and her voice changed: "What did you say? Qi Haoyu is dead?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but chuckle, "That sissy should have died long ago! My son didn't kill him back then, he got off too easily!"
Teng Zijing sat silently to the side, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of her glass, watching their conversation calmly without interrupting.
"It seems Grandma isn't confused at all; she's as clear-headed as a mirror," An Ran said, raising her eyes with a hint of coldness in her voice.
"Since you knew Qi Haoyu had problems all along, why didn't you ask Grandpa to fire him sooner?"
Jian Xinyi chimed in angrily, "Isn't it because your uncle is too soft-hearted!"
Seeing Qi Haoyu's strong business skills, she wanted to take advantage of his feelings for An Jinsong to generate more profit for the company, so...
He stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, his voice grew softer and softer, and he ultimately gave up.
A hint of disdain flashed across An Ran's face as her gaze swept over her grandmother and aunt.
She pressed on in an unfriendly tone, "Does my mother know about Qi Haoyu and Dad?"
Without even thinking, Jian Xinyi replied, "How could I not know? With your uncle's fiery temper, what could he possibly be hiding?"
During the years you were away from home, the two of you argued countless times and almost got divorced!
With your mother's arrogant and domineering manner, do you think she could easily let An Jinsong go?
Upon learning of their scandalous affair, he smashed up the house to his heart's content and kicked An Jinsong out overnight.
In the end, it was your grandfather who stepped in and persuaded her, saying that patience would bring peace.
Moreover, AnTai's business and technology still rely on Qi Haoyu to stabilize them.
The next day, he personally went to the 'Gilded Club' to apologize before finally getting the person back.
An Ran suddenly chuckled softly, her laughter filled with sorrow.
Grandma's face turned cold, and she asked irritably, "You brat, what are you laughing at?"
Teng Zijing's face hardened again. He put down his crossed legs and prepared to get up, using the sofa as a handrail.
An Ran noticed that Teng Zijing had turned cold, so she grabbed his arm and patted it gently to show him that he didn't mind.
"What am I laughing at?" An Ran looked up, her gaze filled with sorrow as she looked at the two so-called relatives before her.
"A man's greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, or someone who can't be greedy enough to eat the moon—that's probably what they're talking about, isn't it?"
"You brat, what do you mean by saying that?" Grandma's face darkened, her tone full of contempt.
An Ran took another sip of coffee and said slowly, "If you hadn't insisted on keeping this trouble in the company, how could An Tai have ended up in such a severely damaged state today?"
"What serious injury? I see she's perfectly fine," Grandma said dismissively, her pinky finger twitching as she looked around at her surroundings.
An Ran coldly retorted, "What you see is no longer the An Tai you know. To be precise, An Tai's largest shareholder now is him."
Grandma and Jian Xinyi both turned their gazes to Teng Zijing, who was standing next to An Ran.
The man was strikingly handsome, with a cold and aloof demeanor, radiating an aura of intimidation that kept strangers at bay.
The two asked in unison, "Him? Who is he?"
An Ran looked at the two of them pitifully, shook her head, sighed, and introduced, "Mr. Teng Zijing, President of Fengteng International Group."
Grandma suddenly raised her hand, pointed at Teng Zijing, and said angrily, "You're Teng Zijing? That living Yama who everyone fears—Master Jing?"
His gaze then shifted to An Ran, and he shouted angrily, "You little brat!"
He left without a word back then. Do you know what he did to Antey?
An Ran glanced back at Teng Zijing, who straightened his clothes, sat up straight, and spoke calmly:
"It's just cutting off some sources of income that shouldn't have been there, what's the big deal?"
"If it weren't for Xiao Ran's sake, acquiring Antai would have been inevitable sooner or later."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Grandma flew into a rage and slapped An Ran across the face.
Teng Zijing reacted swiftly, grabbing her wrist and instantly radiating a terrifyingly low pressure; his voice was as cold as ice.
"I've put up with you for too long, you old hag. If you don't want to die, you'd better speak properly."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind sending you a fine coffin." With that, he abruptly shook off his grandmother's hand.
Grandma lost her balance and fell back onto the sofa. Jian Xinyi quickly steadied her: "Mom, are you alright? Are you okay?"
Grandma was trembling with anger, clutching her wrist, which Teng Zijing had just gripped so tightly.
Tears welled up instantly, and she cried out, "Oh, my damned old man!"
"You'll be rid of all worries and find peace, but you'll leave us, a widow and her children, to fend for ourselves!"
Jian Xinyi supported her mother-in-law, listening to her heart-wrenching sobs, and a wave of sorrow washed over her.
She couldn't help but burst into tears: "Mom, don't be sad. If we find Fangyun, we have hope!"
"I'm afraid... your hopes are about to be dashed as well." An Ran's voice rang out calmly, breaking the wailing in the room.
Jian Xinyi looked at her with teary eyes: "Xiao Ran, what do you mean by that?"
An Ran curled her lips into a cold smile: "Qi Haoyu stole the company's core technological secrets."
In Europe, a company called "Louis Company" was registered under the name "Liu Lu," and this shell company was used to sign fraudulent dual contracts with multiple partners.
Their actions constitute trade secret infringement and contract fraud, which seriously violate international commercial regulations and relevant provisions of my country's Criminal Law.
The total amount of liquidated damages and compensation involved in the case has reached hundreds of millions of yuan, but my parents have been unable to provide valid evidence to prove their involvement with Qi Haoyu's illegal fundraising activities.
This is unrelated to technology transfer or other activities; the individual has been placed under coercive measures in accordance with the law and is under further investigation.
"What?" Grandma and Jian Xinyi stared wide-eyed at the same time, their faces full of disbelief.
"Fangyun, my daughter..."
Grandma couldn't catch her breath, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
"Mom! Mom! Wake up! Don't scare me, Mom!" Jian Xinyi panicked, holding her grandmother's body, her voice trembling with anxiety.
In a ward at Kunming First People's Hospital, light flowed quietly across the pristine white sheets.
Grandma was wearing an oxygen mask, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and liquid was slowly dripping from the IV tube in her arm.
The electrocardiogram machine on the bedside table was beeping regularly.
The waveforms on the screen floated smoothly, outlining the only movement in the ward.
Teng Zijing and An Ran sat on the sofa by the window, a few steps away from the hospital bed. Jian Xinyi stood by the bedside, her back stiff.
An Ran spoke first, her voice calm and without a trace of emotion: "From what Grandma just said, Grandpa is gone? What happened?"
The ward was silent for a moment, with no response, only Jian Xinyi's suppressed, low sobs filling the air.
An Ran spoke again, her tone calm and unwavering: "Alright, playing the victim won't work with me."
Jian Xinyi took a deep breath, reached into the tissue box on the bedside table and pulled out a few tissues.
She hastily wiped away her tears, and in a hoarse voice began to recount: "Four years ago..."
Your uncle and grandfather received a big business deal through Qi Haoyu's introduction. The client arranged to discuss the details at a high-end club in T City.
They were driving there when, just as they reached the mountain road on the border of Kunming, a large truck suddenly rushed out from a sharp bend.
That section of road was extremely narrow, there was no way to avoid it... The car was hit and rolled several times, then plunged straight down the mountain, and the person died on the spot..."
At this point, her voice choked up again. She pulled out a tissue and pressed it to the corner of her eye, continuing haltingly:
"When your grandmother and I received the news abroad, it was like the sky had fallen. We were originally going to return to China immediately, but your grandmother couldn't bear the shock and fell ill."
My son, Xiao Chi, was still in elementary school at the time and needed constant care. I simply couldn't manage it all by myself.
I called your mother countless times, and she only told me to take good care of your grandmother, and that your father would handle everything else.
Not long after, we received compensation, and that was the end of it.
She raised her red eyes to look at An Ran, a hint of resentment barely perceptible in them:
"Over the years, we have lived a relatively comfortable life abroad. Every month, the company will give us a dividend, which will be deposited into our account on time."
Your maternal grandmother's health has been poor since your maternal grandfather's car accident, and the expenses of sending your son to school abroad are high.
Over the years, I've been taking care of my frail mother-in-law and Xiao Chi... I haven't had much time to work.
Our living expenses come from the company's monthly bonuses, but a few days ago, our accounts were suddenly frozen.
Without a source of income, how will we survive? If we weren't truly desperate, why would we have come back to you?
An Ran lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, making it impossible to see her expression.
Teng Zijing reached out and gently grasped her slightly curled fingers resting on her knees, the warmth of his palm silently conveying the sensation.
Silence fell in the ward again, with only the beeping of the medical equipment sounding particularly clear in the empty space.
Teng Zijing got up, took out a bank card from his inner pocket, walked to the bedside, and threw the card on the bedside in front of Jian Xinyi.
His tone was cold but his logic was clear: "This card contains five million in liquid funds, which can be used for medical and daily expenses in advance."
AnTai Technology is currently undergoing business restructuring and compliance rectification.
After the finance department completes the optimization of its organizational structure and the standardization of its compensation and benefits system,
In accordance with relevant family bereavement compensation regulations and the company's current management practices, we will determine and issue you a living allowance that meets the standards.
An Ran stood up, reached out and grabbed Teng Zijing's arm, her voice devoid of any emotion:
"Zijing, my maternal grandmother and aunt, it is your responsibility to bear this responsibility."
You've already done more than enough with five million! There's no need to continue paying the company's living allowance.
Jian Xinyi suddenly raised her head, staring wide-eyed at An Ran, her face filled with disbelief, as if she hadn't expected her to say such a thing.
An Ran ignored her reaction and continued speaking to Jian Xinyi:
"Aunt, I remember my cousin isn't young anymore, is he? Five million isn't a small amount."
It's enough to start a small business. Cherish every moment, and don't be too ungrateful.
After saying that, she turned around, took Teng Zijing's arm tightly, and walked towards the door of the ward without looking back.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Only Jian Xinyi, her still unconscious grandmother, and the monotonous "beep beep" of the medical equipment remained in the ward.
Jian Xinyi stood frozen in place, clutching the thin yet heavy bank card in her hand, unsure of how to react.