True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

He really didn't know what to say.

He Xun has not been a teacher for a long time, but since he took an international class as soon as he came up, the students he has met are all serious about their studies.

If it weren't for Teacher Deng's business trip to Continent O, he had given him more than a week of lessons for the elite class.

He has never seen a student who occupies Qingzhi's most valuable learning resource, yet still can learn so poorly, without working hard, and only sleeps in class.

Although there were a lot of problem students in Class 19, He Xun had never been to teach a class. Naturally, these problem students did not have Ying Zijin to make his senses the most direct.

The Dean of Education did not pay attention to the change in He Xun's expression, and his words were quite gratifying: "Principal, don't say it, Class 19 has been really much better recently. They have all come to do morning exercises and listen to lectures. I wonder if they are collectively attacked. wore."

The principal has cracked a lot in this period of time, and he is very calm: "You watch less time-travel dramas, set an example for the students, and let them know that you can't be the dean of the school anymore."

Dean:"……"

He slipped away with the fake slip.

"Mr. He, back to the question we discussed earlier, it should be—" The principal said, his voice paused, and he frowned.

He knew that He Xun had great prejudice against Ying Zijin, and he never thought that He Xun would hear about it.

Although He Xun couldn't even enter Class 19, Ying Zijin was not a teacher or student with him.

But the principal always felt that he had always been a teacher with this kind of prejudice.

Moreover, he felt that Ying Zijin had made rapid progress recently.

Although the study is still poor, but the talent in art can not be buried.

This means that she has become a dark horse if she does not have regular mid-term exams?

The principal pushed his glasses: "Mr. He, this is what happened, classmate Ying's family..."

"Principal." He Xun interrupted him, a little annoyed, "Let's get down to business."

He also prepares lessons for the international class, so he doesn't have time to listen to a poor student.

Again, it has nothing to do with him.

**

Sophomore year, elite class.

Zhong Zhiwan held the pen in his hand, but he didn't move.

She stared blankly at the exercise set on the table, wondering what she was thinking.

Zhong Zhiwan is the monitor and the goddess of Qingzhi. Seeing her these few days, the students in the elite class are very concerned about her.

"Knowing night, are you all right?" Lu Fang, as the most loyal suitor, naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to be courteous. "If you have anything to say, everyone will help you solve it."

"Yeah, Goddess Zhong, don't hide it in your heart, you will suffocate yourself."

Another classmate asked: "Knowing late, are you because of the Jade House? Hey, what's there to worry about? You are a student now, and your main job is to study. There are so many management members of Zhong's Group. I don't have to worry about you."

There was nothing wrong with this, but hearing it in Zhong Zhiwan's ears made her even more uncomfortable.

If it was in the past, of course she knew that it had nothing to do with her, and with her ability, she couldn't interfere in the affairs of the group.

But it was because of the appearance of Ying Zijin that her status in Mr. Zhong's heart plummeted.

If only the art festival competition was lost, Zhong Zhiwan could still accept it.

What she can't accept is that Mr. Zhong can take Ying Zijin to the company, but he will not let her touch the company's affairs.

Why?

Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head, ignoring the concerns of his classmates, and was in a state of confusion.

"Knowing late, don't worry about it." The girl next to her knew what was going on with her and comforted her, "No matter what, Ying Zijin is also an outsider. Your grandfather was fascinated for a while."

"Besides, it's a good thing that your grandfather doesn't let you contact the company. They are all too busy, how could they throw the burden on you?"

Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, and his mood finally recovered a bit.

"Knowing night, you just need to study at ease, take the first one back." The girl said again, "You don't know yet, it will be the mid-term exam at the end of the month, and Ying Zijin actually took a week off today. "

"She has poor grades and is not very efficient in class. I think she will have to apologize to you in public."

When Zhong Zhiwan heard the words, he smiled lightly and said nothing.

**

This day and night, Ying Zijin shut himself in his room and never went down to eat.

Mr. Zhong has been there several times, but he didn't even enter the door.

He didn't know what was going on inside, his granddaughter just wouldn't let him see it.

Just when Mr. Zhong was afraid that Ying Zijin would be exhausted, the doorbell at the door of Zhong's house rang.

Butler Zhong came out of the kitchen and hurried to open the door.

When the door opened, he was stunned for a moment: "Master Seven?"

"Hello, butler, grandpa." Fu Yunshen raised his eyes lazily and said hello, "I came in a hurry, I didn't bring anything."

"You don't need to bring it, there is everything at home." Butler Zhong invited him in and shouted, "Master, Young Master Xiao Qi is here."

"Fuck you." When Old Man Zhong heard this, he said angrily, "Tell me, did you steal the cake from Lao Tzu's house for your grandfather?"

Fu Yunshen: "..."

He really doesn't have the hobby of his grandfather.

I don't know how the old man Fu acted cheekily before.

This stealing of snacks has all taken Mr. Zhong out of his psychological shadow.

Fu Yun looked at the second floor deeply: "Grandpa Zhong, let me see Yaoyao."

Surprisingly, Mr. Zhong agreed without hesitation: "Okay, you can go up, the fourth room on the right hand side of the second floor."

Looking at the back of the man going upstairs, Mr. Zhong snorted.

His granddaughter didn't let his grandfather see him, how could he let this stinky boy see it?

After a while, he will come down because he can't get in the door.

Fu Yunshen really didn't know that Mr. Zhong had this idea. He walked to the door and knocked: "Yaoyao?"

There was no response from the house.

He turned his ears slightly, and heard very gentle breathing inside.

Apparently asleep.

Fu Yunshen put his hand on the doorknob and used a little strength.

The door lock opened with a click.

In the room, Ying Zijin was lying on the table, falling asleep.

The sun shone in from the window and fell on her body, scattering a faint golden glow.

Beside her, there is a half-carved jade carving.

Fu Yun took a deep look at the jade carving and his eyes moved slightly.

The kids are quite stubborn.

Fu Yunshen walked over, bent down, hugged the girl horizontally, and sent her into the next bedroom.

Then he came back here.

Fu Yunshen looked at the jade carving that was half completed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked sloppy.

He raised his slender fingers, took the carving knife from the table, and began to work.

Um.

Your own children, of course, have to be pampered by themselves.

Exhausted and need to be retrained.

**

A few days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when the Zhongshi Group and the DK Group signed the gambling agreement.

It was the same conference room where the bet was signed. This time, it was not just Eugene, but also the CEO of DK Group.

Eugene stood up. Slightly smiled: "Five days have come. I wonder if the Zhong Group has recovered the Shifangjie? We can also pay the remaining deposit."

Hearing this sentence, the shareholders' faces were ugly.

Not to mention finding the Ten Directions Realm, they have no clue at all.

It's better not to procrastinate these five days.

Mr. Zhong sat in the first place and didn't speak, his eyes were heavy.

As soon as he saw them like this, Eugene understood: "It seems that the Zhong Group has still lived up to our trust."

"Unfortunately, the gambling agreement takes effect, and Jade House will be taken over by DK Group."

The moment the gambling agreement is signed, it has already produced legal effects.

Not to mention, many people on Weibo have been waiting for a few days to see who wins and who loses between the two big groups.

Just two days ago, some netizens already made such a comment.

[If the Zhong Group loses, it will really disgrace us Chinese people, and it can't compare to foreign groups. 】

As soon as Eugene said this, the expressions of the shareholders changed.

The CEO of DK Group sat opposite Mr. Zhong, nodded and smiled, but didn't say anything.

As if everything was on the line.

"Before Zhong Dong said that if he loses, he will ask to step down." At this time, a shareholder stood up and smiled, "I will trouble Zhong Dong to sign the share transfer letter later."

This shareholder, from Zhong Tianyun's faction, was waiting for the day when Mr. Zhong stepped down.

The middle-aged shareholder was angry: "Uncle Zhong steps down, can you support the Zhong Group?"

"That's not something you have to worry about." Another shareholder spoke with contempt, "Zhong Dong, you can't blame us, who made you have to hand over the life and death of Feicui Zhai and your own destiny to someone? Don't you understand Ying's adopted daughter?"

Really cocooning.

Now that Mr. Zhong is old and confused, he really is not qualified to take charge of the Zhong Group.

"Oh, by the way, I remember that this agreement was signed by Zhong Dong's granddaughter?" Eugene pretended to look at it casually, "Why, she signed the gambling agreement, but she didn't come?"

Still too young, I don't know the importance, and I am too ambitious.

They also talked big about their DK Group's big list of 300 million US dollars, and now they are afraid that no one will come.

Eugene shook his head, as if regretting: "It's a pity, if she didn't—"

"boom!"

The door was kicked open at this moment.