Chen Xiaolu subconsciously looked up at the gray sky, and her face became more strange. She reminded him in a low voice, "It's cloudy today, and the weather forecast says there will be light snow."
Ding Ning's mouth twitched. "F * ck, how bad is this woman at chatting? Doesn't she know that I am resolving the embarrassment?"
After graduation, no hospital in Ninghai was willing to accept him. But after he saved a girl on the Bund, his fate changed. With his brilliant medical skills, he completed the counterattack of his life in just half a year. He not only invented the traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia, but also developed the Rice Bean Oral Solution, the latest antibiotic with epoch-making significance. At present, he serves as the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine Anesthesia of Ninghai University, and is also a special professor of Ninghai University. He has been awarded the honorary title of academician of the National Academy of Science and Technology … "
Just when Ding Ning felt more embarrassed, Chen Xiaolu recited Ding Ning's information as if she was familiar with it, with a complacent look on her face.
Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly. These information were all on the surface, and it was not surprising that this female reporter could find it out. He smiled noncommittally, "So what?"
"According to the information I got, you have always been low-key and never accepted interviews. I am very curious. You have such good medical skills, but why don't you like publicity? Isn't it better to let more people know you and know you? It is convenient to benefit more patients, isn't it?"
Chen Xiaolu suddenly blinked her big bright eyes and asked very seriously.
"Show off? I don't have that hobby. "
Ding Ning lit a cigarette and said dismissively. "I think your idea is a little extreme.
"I think your thinking is a little extreme. Nowadays, there are indeed some people who like to play to the gallery and exaggerate their own abilities, which really makes people feel disgusted. But I think there are two sides to everything. Good things should be publicized more and let more people know about them. Medical skills are like a good product. No matter how good the quality is, if you don't publicize it, no one will know about it, and you won't be able to sell it. As a doctor with medical ethics, you never accept interviews and even refuse to publicize your medical skills. This kind of thinking is wrong. It's a waste of your good medical skills and a doctor's benevolence. How can you bear to see more patients being tortured by diseases instead of bringing them a ray of light and hope …"
Chen Xiaolu's small mouth was very good at talking, and she began to give a long lecture very quickly.
In fact, she meant that he had to accept her interview, or he would be sorry for the country and the people.
"Okay, I'm convinced by your eloquence. With your eloquence, it's a pity to be a reporter. You should go perform in a talk show. I guarantee that you will become famous."
Ding Ning raised his hands helplessly. It was the first time he had met such a good talker. He was a little ashamed and wanted to kill himself to apologize to the world.
"I was very eloquent when I was a child. From childhood to college, I have never lost in recitation competitions, Mandarin competitions, or debate competitions."
Not only was Chen Xiaolu not ashamed, but she was proud of it and proudly flaunted it.
Ding Ning gave her a thumbs up in admiration. "I really envy your husband."
Chen Xiaolu blushed and said bashfully, "I'm still single. I haven't even had a boyfriend. How can I have a husband?"
"Oh."
Ding Ning looked like he suddenly understood. "Then I envy your future husband."
"Hee hee, I'm not as good as you say."
Chen Xiaolu thought Ding Ning was praising her and said modestly.
"Why not?"
Ding Ning held back his laughter and said seriously, "People say that one woman is equivalent to three hundred ducks. With your eloquence, one person is equivalent to ten women. In other words, your husband marrying you is equivalent to marrying ten women. Such luck with women, tsk tsk, how can I not be envious?"
"Ding … Ning … don't run if you have the guts."
At first, Chen Xiaolu didn't react and was enjoying the handsome guy's praise. When she realized that something was wrong, she gnashed her teeth and was about to lose her temper, only to find that Ding Ning had already run away.
She was so angry that she kept stomping her feet.
"Sister Xiaolu, thank you for coming. Why don't you come in?"
Just as she was pouting angrily and thinking about how to deal with Ding Ning the next time she caught him, she suddenly heard the girl's hoarse voice.
Turning his head to look at the girl with red and swollen eyes, he took two quick steps to the girl's side and gently hugged her frail body, saying with heartache, "Ainur, you must be strong. If you collapse, your parents will be even more upset."
"Sob … Sister Xiaolu, how can brother die just like that? We just talked on the phone yesterday, sob …"
Ainur burst into tears and threw herself into Chen Xiaolu's arms, crying loudly.
Ainur studied broadcasting and was in her fourth year this year. She was interning at a television station. Chen Xiaolu had always taken good care of her, and she was very dependent on this big sister. After a while, they became good friends.
Now that her brother, who had always loved her the most, was dead, how could she bear this blow? Even her voice was hoarse from crying. Seeing Chen Xiaolu was like seeing a relative, and she released all her sadness.
The sadness infected Chen Xiaolu and made her eyes turn red. No matter how talkative she usually was, she could not speak at this time and could only gently pat Ainur's back to comfort her.
Beep, beep, beep. Screech!
A BMW Z4 rushed over arrogantly, honking its ear-piercing horn. It almost hit Chen Xiaolu and Ainur, but it stopped right next to them.
"Good dog …"
The car window opened, revealing a pale face that was obviously the result of excessive drinking. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, he suddenly realized that both the adult and the child were rare beauties. He immediately swallowed his words and stared at the two girls, who were scared out of their wits, and said lecherously, "Beauties, add me on WeChat and make friends."
"Get lost!"
Chen Xiaolu was filled with anger. This bastard almost hit them and scared her out of her wits. Not only did he not apologize, he even wanted to hit on girls.
Not only was the young man not angry, he even whistled frivolously. "Girl, you're hot enough. I like this type. Just you wait, I'll find you later."
After that, he ignored Chen Xiaolu's angry gaze and started the car, driving directly into Anival's villa.
"Is he your brother's friend?"
Chen Xiaolu saw that he actually entered Brother Ainur's villa and asked with a frown.
"I don't know. I don't know many of my brother's friends. I've never seen this person before."
Ainur shook her head blankly. She was still immersed in her great sorrow and did not take the young man's words to heart. She only thought that he had been scolded by Sister Xiaolu and felt embarrassed, so he was looking for a way out.
"Let's go and take a look."
Chen Xiaolu also did not take his words seriously. She had seen many frivolous men like this, but she always felt that something was wrong. If this person was Brother Ainur's friend, he should not be so rude.
Chen Xiaolu saw that the young man and a middle-aged man in a leather coat got out of the car together and swaggered towards the villa's hall. Along the way, there were many helpers who greeted them politely. Chen Xiaolu immediately heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were indeed Brother Ainur's acquaintances. Otherwise, there would not be so many people who knew him.
"Maybe they are my brother's colleagues. The people who greeted him were all employees of my brother's company."
Ainur's observation skills were very sharp, and she immediately made a judgment.
Chen Xiaolu nodded noncommittally, and then no longer paid attention to it. She let go of Ainur's hand and planned to go to the already built spiritual shed to light incense for Anivar.
"Anivar's body is not cold yet. I don't want to think about anything now. If there's anything, we'll talk about it later. You are not welcome here. Get out."
Just as she walked to the spiritual shed, she heard a woman's angry voice coming from upstairs.
Chen Xiaolu was slightly taken aback. Thinking back to the arrogant attitude of the young man who did not seem like he was here to mourn, she wondered if it was that young man who had angered Ainur's family.
She pricked up her ears and listened carefully. Unfortunately, the scene was too noisy.
She could not hear anything clearly.
Her curiosity was piqued. Just as she was about to go upstairs to take a look, she saw a figure suddenly float past her.
That's right, it was floating. The figure was extraordinarily fast, as if his feet were not touching the ground. With a whoosh, he floated past her eyes, making her wonder if her eyes were playing tricks on her.
When she rubbed her eyes and looked again, there was no one there. She remembered that she was in the mourning hall. Coupled with the gloomy weather, it made her hair stand on end. She couldn't help but shiver. Could it be that she had seen a ghost in broad daylight?
Just as she was about to continue sneaking up to see what was going on, a commotion suddenly came from outside the villa. The relatives and friends who had come to help all had sorrowful expressions on their faces as they hurried out to welcome them.
Even though Anivar's body was in a terrible state after the serious car accident, and should have been sent to the crematorium to be cremated, according to the Uyghur's funeral customs, fallen leaves should be returned to their roots. They had to bring him home for a while before he could be buried. That was why Aikel insisted on bringing him back.
Hauna did not stay idle either. He went to the mosque to invite a monk to cleanse the body. Both sides arrived at almost the same time.
Chen Xiaolu had not seen a Uyghur funeral ceremony before. Seeing that Ainur had already put on a white veil and tied a white cloth around her waist, she went out crying to welcome them. Chen Xiaolu immediately followed to support her, throwing her previous curiosity to the back of her mind.
Aikel's tears flowed freely, but he still suppressed his grief and carried Anivar's body to the prepared room with a few strong relatives.
Anivar and Xilin's mother went downstairs when they heard the news, crying so hard that they fainted several times.
Tears flowed silently from Xilin's eyes. With the help of Yuan Shanshan and Diba, she also went downstairs and stood guard in front of the cleansing room.
The arrogant youth drove away resentfully with the man in the leather jacket. No matter how arrogant he was, he did not dare to disrupt the ethnic minority's funeral customs. These Uyghurs could tear him apart alive. Ding Ning followed behind Diba.
Ding Ning followed behind Diba. Seeing Xilin silently crying, his heart ached. As he watched the arrogant young man leave, a frightening cold light flashed in his eyes.
The youth was called Tang Cheng, Yang Wenyu's cousin. The man in the leather jacket who came with him was a lawyer.
Yang Wenyu's shares in Miner Medical Company were under Tang Cheng's name. This time, he had come on behalf of Yang Wenyu to force Xilin to sell all her shares at a low price.
Li Wei's deduction had come true. Tang Cheng had provided a fake account book and offered an extremely low price of 200,000 to buy 30% of Anivar's shares under the pretext that the company had been incurring losses.
Xilin was not stupid. The company's market value was at least hundreds of millions. Tang Cheng had offered 200,000 to buy the shares at a low price. Did he take her for a fool?
Even after Ding Ning rejected her outright, Tang Cheng still pestered her relentlessly. He threatened and tempted her, resorting to every possible means. If Ding Ning had not been concerned about the funeral, he would have dealt with them long ago.
Although the negotiation had been interrupted by the return of Anivar's body, Ding Ning knew that Yang Wenyu would never let it go. Trouble would come one after another.
But what puzzled Ding Ning was that Yang Wenyu had taken 40% of the shares because he had taken a fancy to Anival's ability. Logically speaking, Anival should have 60% of the shares. Why did he only have 30% of the shares?
He wanted to ask, but the funeral was the most important thing at the moment. He could only bury his doubts in the bottom of his heart. He wondered if there were other shareholders in the company.
With the relatives waiting in front of the clean room, Ding Ning and his friends had nothing to do. When they saw Li Wei and the others waiting by the side in boredom, they quietly waved at him and walked to a remote corner, wanting to ask what was going on.
However, Li Wei did not know what was going on. He had always thought that Anivar owned 60% of the company's shares.
Then, he quietly called his son, Li Yong, over to ask, but he also did not know what was going on.
After all, he was just a college graduate. Although Anivar had taken care of him, he had not entered the company's senior management and knew nothing about the company's share distribution.
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