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Chapter 853: Will Fu Mo Han Be Able to Return?

    

!" With no one else responding, the general manager naturally pointed to Tang Wanting."Yesterday, I suspected that Lin Jinran had privately sold our new product at the press conference to HJF's presid...Of course, the most enthusiastic response came from those who had been promised benefits by He Shu-mei.

To them, they were all part of the Fu family anyway. Whoever was kind to them, they would naturally support that person.

"Alright." Old Master Fu sighed softly, his meaning unclear.

He Shumei listened intently to Old Master Fu's drowsy demeanor, a puzzled look in her heart.

Logically speaking, the old man definitely wouldn't want Fu Shaoqing to take over. Otherwise, he wouldn't have pushed Fu Mo寒 to the top in the first place.

At this moment, he feels completely like an outsider. It was actually him who first suggested using management. Doesn't he realize that with management, Fu Mo Han's position... is no longer secure

What is she missing here

Or perhaps the old man knew he had no way to turn things around, so he readily agreed. After all, they were all members of the Fu family, so it didn't really matter who sat where

He Shumei couldn't figure it out.

She was suspicious here, while it had already begun over there.

Actually, the selection of a CEO is quite straightforward. It involves shareholders voting, and whoever receives the most votes becomes the CEO.

Some small shareholders have already eagerly chosen.

Some older generations or descendants who work at the Fu Group are a bit hesitant about their choice.

Once you make the wrong choice, the days that follow are likely to be difficult.

One wrong step leads to another, so one must be extremely careful.

Although He Shumei had a million doubts in her heart, she still filled in Fu Shaoqing's name. She had planned everything meticulously and was sure that she could push her son into the position of CEO, replacing Fu Mo寒.

Master Fu squinted at the crowd, their expressions a kaleidoscope of emotions, like an old monk lost in deep contemplation.

Zhang Zong saw that he hadn't moved, and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Old sir, you haven't voted yet"

The old man snorted, "Who I vote for, you don't know"

Zhang Zong brought this upon himself and ignored the child. At the conference where Fu Mo Han became CEO, everyone knew that Mr. Fu's shares were very small.

In less than half an hour, the results came out.

Some people are happy, while others are sad.

Of course, those who were happy were the group bought by He Shumei, while those who were sorrowful were those who had bet on Fu Mo寒.

Because Leng Jue said that Fu Shaoqing's supporters held the majority, even if the old master didn't have much shares to give to Fu Mo寒, there was no room for turning back. Unless Fu Mo寒 appeared in person.

Can Fu Mo Han make it back

Of course not.

He is currently circling with the kidnappers to save Lin Jinran. Even if he saves Lin Jinran, it will be impossible for him to return in time for this shareholders' meeting.

Victory is irreversible!

Old Master Fu looked at the people present, each with different expressions, and sighed softly, "Back then, someone advised me that equity should not be given away casually. What if it led to irreversible consequences It would be a loss outweighing any gain. I only hoped that my subordinates could have a connection with the Fu Group that couldn't be severed. At the time, I thought my approach was perfect, but now, looking back, it was still somewhat inappropriate."

The old man sighed again, a trace of sorrow etched on his weathered face. "Not many from my generation remained. Those still at the company are mostly their descendants. It's my fault for being so stubborn back then. I pushed Mo Han to the forefront but forgot to help him recover the scattered shares."

As the crowd listened, expressions of disbelief and surprise flickered across their faces. No matter how much the old gentleman spoke, the situation was already decided. His words were merely an afterthought.

"Leng Jue, Nian Mo Han's."ound herCompared to two months ago, Fu Mochen seemed to have not rested well at the moment. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, but it didn't detract from his handsome and resolute face.Fu M...