Zongling Biography

Chapter 522 I want this chair
Yi Qing knew that they wouldn't stay for long, but she didn't expect to turn back after only saying a few words.

When Zong Musui said the phrase "wait for me to come back", his heart was clenched instantly as an old man. I don't know why he was touched at that moment.

He had never been able to tell where the unique charm of Zong Musui was. Apart from his excellence in work, he always felt that there was a unique energy in Zong Musui that made him particularly admire him.

He didn't understand until today that that kind of personality charm is his persistence. He loves Ji Sijiu's Chicheng more than himself.

There are very few men who can do what Zong Musui does, so people appreciate the advantages they don't have, and there are too few men who can do what he does.

He was thinking about this question all the way back. Although he was physically exhausted, when he thought about a tough battle to be fought, he naturally became excited nervously.

They have also been preparing for this battle for many years, and it is finally coming to an end today.

Because of the words of the deceased Elder Zong, Zong Musui has been missing the position of Patriarch for so many years, and has been suppressed by Zong Muze everywhere. Zong Musui's father can't say a word for his son in front of his clan.

Everything is just because he was too naughty when he was a child, so he covered up his excellent front for so many years.

Yi Qing always felt that Zong Musui was just refusing to admit defeat, but in fact he was just doing it for the promise he made with Ji Sijiu when he was a child.

Otherwise, what's the point of being the head of the family?
He also felt that this position prevented him from staying by Ji Sijiu's side all the time, taking care of her and protecting her.

He also wanted to accompany her around to see the mountains and rivers, love and love in this world.
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Many directors sat in the conference room impatiently, discussing why Zong Musui suddenly called a temporary meeting.

According to his current level, it is really unreasonable to call all the directors to sit and wait.

Zong Musui's father sat in the main seat with a straight face, and Zong Muze sat in the vice seat with a lot of worries. They were all guessing in their hearts what Zong Musui was up to.

Mr. Zong twirled the topaz finger of his thumb, and the time passed by every minute and every second, four or ten minutes later than the original time.

One of the older directors, Wang Zhizheng, stood up with a little embarrassment, "What's the matter with this boy? Do you want so many of us to wait for him here? Yanhong, I will leave first if there is nothing wrong with me. I can't afford to wait for my old bones here."

Mr. Zong lowered his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he still couldn't decide whether to keep him or not.

Seeing that Mr. Wang was about to leave, everyone stood up and planned to leave. Before they could leave, Zong Musui's voice came in.

"Old Wang is too impatient. I'm late because of the traffic jam."

Wearing a black windbreaker, he walked to the main seat with great momentum and stood behind Zong Yanhong.

Zong Yanhong turned his head to look at him, with some reproach in his tone, "What are you doing!"

"I want this chair."

He knocked on the back of Zong Yanhong's chair. Zong Yanhong had to retire to the second line in a month. This was a matter that had been decided long ago, and Zong Muze would take over the chair at that time.

Zong Muze took a look at him, and asked in a contemptuous tone: "What confidence do you have? This is not a play, you can do whatever you say!"

"Oh? Yi Qing, let them see if what I said was a joke."

(End of this chapter)