Feng Huai is the head of the Feng family and also Feng Ce's father. Feng Ce's ability to have such a good skin is not only due to Shen Wei.
Even though Feng Huai is now in his forties, he is still in his prime, exuding the steady temperament of a mature man.
"Yiyi, this is the jewelry company I promised you before."
Feng Huai handed over a transparent document bag, which contained a change of person in charge letter, various company seals and financial information, and handed it to her.
Ye Nanyi almost forgot that there was such a thing.
"Thanks."
She took it, and if she had nothing else to do, she planned to leave first.
"Why don't you open it and take a look at the financial situation of this company? Aren't you afraid that I will give you a shell company?" Feng Huai sounded like an elder, half joking.
She wasn't worried about this. She believed in Feng Huai's character. Besides, with Li Beihan behind her, the Feng family wouldn't do anything about such a trivial matter.
It's the Han family.
It was said nicely on the day of the marriage recognition banquet, but now it is silent.
Feng Huai: "By the way, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year is the political and business dinner in the imperial capital. If you are free, you can come to attend. I will ask your aunt to send you an electronic invitation later. If you have any problems in the business field in the future, you don't have to contact us. I’m polite.”
"Okay, thank you in advance."
Before leaving, Ye Nanyi looked back at Mr. Shen.
Shen Kangxiong: "Jiaze, come and accompany grandpa!"
"Forget it, I'm a scientific researcher, so I can't play chess. Jiahao, you stay with grandpa."
"Let Brother Ce accompany you!" Shen Jiahao shied away.
As soon as Feng Ce was about to take the fighting position, Mr. Shen looked disgusted and said, "Come on, you stinky chess piece, I won't play with you!"
The lively atmosphere of the family is very harmonious.
After leaving Shen's house, Ye Nanyi planned to borrow buns from Shu Yuan.
She had already agreed with Sister Yuan that during the Spring Festival holiday, Li Beihan could experience what it was like to be a father.
On the way, she received a phone call.
"Hello? Yes, is it Sister Nan? I am A Cong, do you still remember me?"
A Cong?
It was Acong, the younger brother behind Zhao Niu who was born with a disability.
She had told him before that if people in the slums needed to buy medicine, they could register and let her know.
"Well, does anyone need to buy medicine?"
"Yes, yes. Aunt Liu has a cold recently, and Grandma Wu, she and her adopted granddaughter both have fever. It has been for many days, and..."
Ah Cong read out the medicines those people wanted to buy, most of which were antipyretic, cold and anti-inflammatory medicines.
This kind of medicine that is always available at home is a luxury for people in the slums. It is because the current medicine is too expensive and they cannot afford it based on their conditions.
She remembered that the Han family's main business was medicine and medical care.
This is really a piece of fat.
Ye Nanyi drove to the pharmacy. It seemed that she could only borrow the buns later.
Like last time, she bought a lot of food and delivered it to the slums.
Lei Bao and Da Xiong helped carry the food out of the car and handed it to Zhao Niu Acong and others for distribution.
Zhao Niu and others distributed food and medicine to the elderly and children with limited mobility with ease.
"Madam, you are so kind." Big Bear said flatteringly.
Kind?
Ye Nanyi glanced sideways at Big Bear, with a half-smile on his lips, "Have you forgotten that the money I threw into the sea before was lost in the sea?"
Use the word "kindness" to praise her? That's right?
"Ahem..." Big Bear coughed twice awkwardly, and when he met Madam's eyes, a chill ran down his spine.
Ye Nanyi leaned against the car door, holding an apple-flavored lollipop in his mouth.
In this life, she never thought of being a kind person.
"Nan, Sister Nan!" Zhao Niu ran over panting.
Ye Nanyi looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhao Niu holding a little girl in his hands. The little girl looked to be five or six years old at most. She was dark and thin, with a red face that was chapped and purple.
"What's going on?" Ye Nanyi took a few steps forward, took off his coat, and wrapped the little girl tightly.
"Sister Nan, Grandma Wu, Grandma Wu may be dying..."
Ye Nanyi frowned and immediately ordered Lei Bao to send the little girl to the hospital first, while Da Xiong stayed and went with her to see Grandma Wu.
As soon as we approached the slum, there was a stench of rotten fish and shrimp in the air.
This stench almost made Daxiong spit it out. Even a rough man like him couldn't stand this smell, but Ye Nanyi seemed not to be able to smell it, and there was not even a trace of disgust on his face.
Zhao Niu led the way to a broken shed made of shipping containers.
After opening the heavy cotton curtain, it was dark and cramped inside, and a damp, moldy smell hit my nostrils.
On a few tattered quilts, an elderly man lay with white hair on his head and a stooped body. His heavy eyelids were deeply wrinkled, and his face was covered with wrinkles like ravines.
"Grandma Wu..." Zhao Niu walked forward with his waist hunched over, helped the old man up, and leaned on the wooden board.
Grandma Wu's eyelids moved, and she barely managed to hold herself up halfway, "Xiao Xi...save Xiao Xi...she, she is still a child...don't worry about me, people who should have died long ago have lived enough for so many years... …”
Ye Nanyi stood at the door without saying a word, as if his acupuncture points were pressed.
When my grandma passed away, I was so worried about her.
Daxiong: "Old lady, don't say that. We will take you to the hospital now."
The old man waved his hand, "No need, save Xiao Xi... the child is, is, hope..."
hope.
The older generation of people in the slums place their hopes on their children. Only with children can they have hope.
I hope that when they grow up, they will leave the slums and escape from the slums.
After saying that, the old man lowered his hands feebly, closed his heavy eyelids slowly, and breathed his last breath.
Zhao Niu looked at the old lady, lowered his head, and let out a long sigh. He regretted that he should not have charged them protection money in the first place.
"Sister Nan, leave the funeral to me." Zhao Niu took the initiative.
Ye Nanyi nodded, left a little money, put down the cotton curtain, turned and left.
As soon as he came out, Lei Bao's phone called. Ye Nanyi put the receiver close to her ear, her eyes very calm.
"Madam, it was too late when the little girl was sent to the hospital. The child is young after all, and his resistance is too weak..."
Ye Nanyi's heart sank, her face expressionless, she answered and hung up the phone.
She no longer wanted to lament the fragility of life.
This kind of thing happens every year in the slums.
If it hadn't been for Li Beihan back then, she would have probably frozen to death here long ago.
She stood on the half-collapsed wall and looked around. The sea was full of harmful garbage floating on the sea, and there were ruins of houses.
In the distance, on the other side of the low hill, are tall buildings rising from the ground.
Why can't it be developed here?
What materials were used in the reclamation plan back then?
