Lao Zhang in the toilet, spitting with Zhang Weidong for a long time, and forty minutes, Zhang Weidong could understand the operation process of this inheritance. Zhang Weidong felt like he was like a mother dreaming. He was still mixing cement at the construction site yesterday. Today he suddenly received a notice of inheritance. If Jb Mao really could make a counterattack, then Zhang Weidong's crotch was no longer the sparse woods of yesterday, but had completely become the first domestic redwood raw material base.

In the heart disease sketch, Fan Wei dreamed of three million and drew it in one go. The money Zhang Wei received may be nearly a hundred times that of Fan Wei, but he did not draw it, but was content with his complacent thinking that he had not read the novel Wuche for so many years. At least he was extremely strong in his psychological quality and had a slightly thick skin.

"Old Zhang, what did you do before?" Zhang Weidong crossed his legs, kept shaking, holding instant coffee in his hand, feeling that he had found such a state.

"Cleaner, what's wrong?"

"How do you know so much? I feel that you are a person with connotation and stories." Zhang Weidong and Yu Zhi commented.

"Everyone knows many JBs." Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, cursed vulgarly, looked down at Zhang Weidong, pointed to the coffee in his hand and said, "Don't always drink this, can't sleep, and overdraw your life energy."

After saying that, Lao Zhang pushed the door and walked out. Zhang Weidong took a sip of coffee and commented lightly: "Everyone knows that drinking coffee can't sleep. This is a master."

After four or five minutes, Zhou Jun walked in, stood at the door and asked, "It's almost done, let's go."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Weidong asked after drinking coffee in a big gulp.

"Go to find the shareholders of your uncle's company, meet first and have a conversation." Zhou Jun explained.

"Why don't you let them come to see me?" Zhang Weidong asked with a frown.

"...Wei Dong, do you know what your uncle is doing." Zhou Jun asked with a frown.

"Know a little."

"Just know, those shareholders are all doing this. You'd better not be proud. Some things can't be finalized with just one contract. Put your attitude down a little, do you understand?" Zhou Jun advised tactfully.

"What's wrong? They're just swords, guns and cannons." Zhang Weidong continued to shake his right leg, and asked with his crooked neck and squinted eyes.

"Forget it, I won't chat anymore. Let's go when I didn't say anything." Zhou Jun said, turned around and left.

"Fuck, pretend to be a gangster, look for me, Master Ju, please deal with you," Zhang Weidong said with a lip and followed him out.

...

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Jun drove to the hospital in Teana, parked the car, carried the bag, and carried the car keys and walked into the hospital. A few minutes later, the two walked out of the elevator, and Zhou Jun walked to a ward with a familiarity.

"Mumu, when will my sister-in-law give birth?" I was afraid that Wang Mumu would get annoyed me more and more, so I went to the school to make me feel so good that I could not say anything to me.

"It's been two days." Wang Mumu was obviously in a good mood and kept grinning these days.

"Then I won't go to the company these days, so I'll take care of you for your care." Liu Di said casually while cutting the watermelon.

"I won't go to work anymore, and I'll go to the hospital to wait for the remnants of Xiaoman Qing Dynasty to arrive." Doudou said happily.

"Mumu, don't you say hello to your mother-in-law and father-in-law," Dakang is a rather mean, and he says whatever others annoyed.

Sure enough, when Wang Mumu heard this topic, he immediately pulled his face down, smacked his lips, and said in anger: "I'm so upset. If you really don't tell me, I can't get along with the relationship now, so I won't get out of there anymore. Let's tell me, Lulu doesn't do it yet, I don't know what to do, I'm almost worried."

"This matter must be said, it is more important than a marriage certificate." I said weakly.

"I said that Lulu's family wants to give it to the child, what should I do if I leave?" Fu Xin asked.

"Then you don't have to spend money on it, just rebirth," I blurted out.

"Gongguangguang, stop talking, okay?" Wang Mumu's eyes flashed with fierce light again, and I didn't dare to speak at all.

When we were chatting inside the house and helping Wang Mumu solve the problem of the child, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open. I looked up and saw Zhou Jun. We had met several times through the numb face, but we were not familiar with each other. He nodded and was about to say hello, but a figure suddenly pushed Zhou Jun away and rushed in.

"Ah,,, uncle,, why are you going crazy? How can you live if you ask your eldest nephew?" A deafening cry of sorrow sounded, and everyone in the room was stunned. Zhang Weidong rushed to the bedside, lay beside the numb face playing with his fingers, knelt on the ground with his knees, slapped his thighs in tears, and howled with a loud throat.

"Hehe." The numb face was drooling, grinned, swung his arms, and suddenly twitched.

"Ba,."

An extremely loud slap sounded indoors and shouted Zhang Weidong as he paused on the ground with a cover of his face, then quickly turned his face forward, gritted his teeth, looked at Ma Fang with great grievance and distress and said, "Uncle, why don't you know me anymore? I'm Weidong, why are you crazy like this? Are you angry? You can hit me twice."

Zhang Weidong knelt on the ground, shouting more and more stingyly. Wang Mumu and Dakang looked at him strangely, with his neck stretched out. He hadn't recovered for a long time, as if he was dementia. I frowned, pointed at Zhang Weidong, and asked Zhou Jun: "Who is this?"

"Cough cough." Zhou Jun coughed twice, lowered his head and walked to Zhang Weidong, kicked him in a vague way, and whispered: "It's almost OK, it's a bit fake."

Zhang Weidong ignored him and still performed alone. Zhou Jun smiled awkwardly and said lightly to us, "That's right, before something happened to Mamabiao, I left a will here, you can take a look."

"Will,." I was stunned for a long time, and frowned and repeated.

"In fact, it is not entirely considered a will. It is just a property inheritance procedure. Page 4 and Article 5 states that when Ma Bang himself has an accident and cannot operate its property normally, the heirs will be managed on his behalf until Ma Bang dies or can remanage the property independently. What I said is more general and specific details, please look at the procedures for contract and property inheritance." Zhou Jun explained, took out two file bags from his bag and handed them over to me.

Everyone was stunned again, and they were silent for a long time. I took the thing and asked, "Who is the heir?"

"Zhang Weidong, that is, this gentleman," Zhou Jun said, pointing to Zhang Weidong who was kneeling on the ground.
Chapter completed!