C1963 This Is a Notification
C1963 This Is a Notification
After a while, the successors of Branson reacted, they raised their heads and looked at the Old Branson, and did not say anymore.
Old Branson stared at his children, and said: "You're done speaking? It's time for me to say a few words. The first sentence, the will has yet to be delivered to the law firm! "
Just as these words left his mouth, his children and grandchildren were all trembling with shock written all over their faces.
The Old Branson did not give them a chance to react and continued, "Even if I send the will over, you have the right to ask me to amend it. That is to say, all of these things still belong to me and have nothing to do with you!"
"This belongs to the entire Branson family and not just one person!" Branson's son asked.
Old Branson stared at his son, "Do you want to fall out with me?"
Branson's son was shocked, he did not dare say much, after all, the Branson family had a lot of property, even if he really gave away part of the antique, it would only amount to 10% of the family's wealth.
If he really fell out with Old Branson, wouldn't it be a huge loss if he couldn't even get a single cent?
Blocking one of their son's mouth, Old Branson coldly snorted, "I have called all of you here today not to let you oppose me. I am only here to inform you about this matter. This is the second sentence! "
The children of the Old Branson were all dumbstruck. They never would have thought that the Old Branson was not discussing at all.
Mei Chaoning looked in Yang Bo's direction with a face full of shock. He felt like this had refreshed his three views, for the sake of giving Yang Bo the antique, Old Branson actually didn't even care about his grandson's objections. What kind of spirit was this!
This spirit was too touching! Why couldn't he see it?
The Old Branson continued, "I have finished speaking. If you all have any objections, you don't need to tell me, it's good that you guys are holding back. Those who want to attend the lunch can stay.
It was very clear that everyone could feel the determination of the Old Branson, and he would absolutely not give in!
Very quickly, the children and grandchildren of the Old Branson turned around and left, leaving only Yang Bo and his group behind.
The Old Branson did not seem to care at all. He smiled and turned to Yang Bo, "Mr Yang, it's good now.
"Alright!" Yang Bo agreed with a smile.
Yang Bo and Old Branson did not stay in the living room. The two entered a room.
Fann Changhua followed him for a few steps and wanted to follow along, but he was stopped by Tom.
Tom smiled and said in an extremely respectful manner, "Hello sir, the two of you gentlemen would like to go into the room to have a conversation. Everything here can be used, please enjoy your meal!"
Fann Changhua stopped and laughed, but did not say anything.
Soon, Tom turned and left.
Mei Chaoning looked in the direction that Yang Bo had left and could not help but say, "So this is the difference!"
Fann Changhua did not stop and asked: "Teacher, do you know what's going on?"
Mei Chaoning shook his head, "If I knew what is going on, I wouldn't be staying here!"
Gao Xin laughed: "Could it be because Old Branson admires Mr Yang so much, or else why would he give something to him for no reason?"
"Could it be that the Mr Yang is the Old Branson's illegitimate child?" Wang Tong suddenly said.
"It doesn't look like it at all, right? Yang Bo looks like a pure Chinese man, how can he have foreign blood?"
Fann Changhua slightly hesitated, "In my opinion, there must be a secret behind this, or perhaps they have some sort of secret deal?"
"A secret deal between two men?" Someone suddenly said.
The scene suddenly became quiet, but everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Mei Chaoning frowned, and scolded: "Don't speak nonsense!"
Fann Changhua laughed: "That's right, everyone, don't talk nonsense. Old Branson is so old, he might be interested in the fresh meat, but the one with the surname Yang …"
"Fann Changhua, what did you say?" Mei Chaoning immediately interrupted, his tone sounding severe.
Fann Changhua was startled, but quickly regained his senses and quickly replied: "Teacher, I was wrong, please do not take offense to this, do not take offense!"
Mei Chaoning snorted, "Alright, let's all eat, maybe after they finish talking, we will be busy, this time we might give them many things, the thing that we want, there should be other treasures that we can obtain!"
Yang Bo and Old Branson sat in the study room with tea placed in front of them. Neither of them spoke out first.
After a long while, the Old Branson stared at Yang Bo and said: "Mr Yang, thank you for the medicinal wine, you have made me feel much better in the past two days."
Yang Bo laughed, "You just drank a drop, and already have such huge effects."
Old Branson nodded. It was because of this reason that he sought Yang Bo out, as it was just a single drop of medicinal wine, it caused his mental energy to soar, and even some of the functions he had lost in the past two days, he seemed to have recovered somewhat.
This morning, he felt that he had regained some sort of function, which strengthened his resolve!
"Mr Yang, I won't beat around the bush. Just tell me the price, how much is that small bottle of medicinal wine you took out that day?" Branson asked.
Yang Bo did not reply. He took out the small wine bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Old Branson stared at the medicinal wine on the table, his eyes shining.
Yang Bo laughed: "Since Mr Branson has tasted this type of medicinal wine, then let me be frank with you. This bottle of medicinal wine can extend my life by ten years, and is worth two billion!"
"Two billion?" Old Branson opened his eyes wide, "This is impossible!"
Yang Bo stared at him and laughed, "Mr Branson, since you think it's impossible, then is it also impossible to sell the medicinal wine to you?"
Branson shook his head, "There's an ancient saying in China, you can negotiate over a sky-high price or pay back what you owe!"
Yang Bo stared at Branson, "If you really want to talk about it, what is your psychological price?"
Branson thought for a while, "Ten million!"
Yang Bo laughed heartily, "Mr Branson, if it's just for this price, you don't need to invite your children over right?"
Yang Bo obviously wouldn't agree to such a price. Back in the Hong Kong Prefecture, those rich people wanted to spend ten million on his medicine wine, but in the end, wouldn't that price double?
This place was not the Hong Kong residence, so there was no need to think too much about the affairs of the world. Naturally, they had to sell it at a high price, 10 million pounds was less than 100 million, of course Yang Bo would not agree!
"Eleven million!" Branson did not give up and continued.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]