Chapter 51: 51 Sandwich Little Cotton-padded Jacket

51 Sandwich Little Cotton-padded Jacket

"I hope you can do what you say this time!"

After reaching out and pinching his eyebrows again, Old Charle, whose energy was a bit insufficient, hesitated slightly, then sighed and said:

"Also, he saved my wife after all. After finding the person, try to be gentle, be careful not to hurt anyone."

"Okay, we remember!"

"Hmm, remember, then go, go get the things back for me!"

After the few people from the detective agency left with new tasks, the old man's body relaxed, leaned back on the office chair padded with thick cushions, put his index and middle fingers together, and constantly rubbed his temples that were throbbing with pain.

Still old...

With the gradual growth of Charle Department Store, after the good days of these years, his vigilance has dropped too much. If it were the him twenty years ago, or even ten years ago, it would be impossible to let things develop to this point.

Even if he couldn't bear to stop the Water Company project from the beginning, he wouldn't be so slack that he didn't even ask for control, and agreed to those bastards putting the company name "Charle" on it...

And just when Old Charle was pressing his throbbing head, pondering about taking advantage of the fact that he could still support the stage, and hurriedly cultivating a qualified successor, the office door was knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Hearing the knock, the old man's body stiffened, as if he had pressed some switch, and immediately switched back to the shrewd and capable state, straightened his slightly hunched back, and while looking down at the documents, responded loudly:

"Enter!"

"Dad, it's us!"

Accompanied by a somewhat helpless voice, a doll-faced girl wearing a professional suit helped the furious Mrs. Charle into the office.

"Charle!"

After the office door was closed, confirming that the sound inside would not spread out, the middle-aged woman who had obviously reached the limit of her patience screamed:

"What's going on with the company's shares! You gave out 40% of the shares in one breath, is Charle Department Store still Charle Department Store?"

"You still have the face to come to me?"

Before the middle-aged woman opened her mouth, Old Charle already knew what she wanted to say, directly slapped the table hard, glared, and questioned angrily:

"How is the Water Company matter? Did the problems I was worried about at the beginning finally come out? If it weren't for my quick reaction and not relying entirely on you for negotiations, Charle Department Store would be gone now!"

"..."

Hearing Old Charle mention the Water Company, the middle-aged woman's momentum couldn't help but weaken, but she still supported and continued:

"But you can't give out 40% of the shares in one breath, and most of them are from my mother's side..."

"If you don't give out 40% of the shares, can you still stand here and shout at me now?"

Without covering up his fatigue in front of his family, Old Charle leaned back on the chair, rubbing his eyebrows and looking exhausted:

"Have you forgotten? Fifteen years ago, when Charle Department Store was almost beaten down, I didn't let go of even a little bit of shares. I was definitely more opposed to giving out shares than you, but this time I really couldn't not give them out.

Now it seems the problem is solved, but the solution is too rough. We can make big money, but we have hurt the interests of all peers in one breath.

Do you know? The price standards of fifteen industries have all been hit to the bottom line by us in one breath. The Commercial Federation has a lot of opinions. If you don't give out the shares and let them drink a sip of soup, guess what will happen in the end?"

Looking at his wife, who suddenly trembled all over and seemed to have realized something, Old Charle said expressionlessly:

"This year, although Charle Department Store can become big, after the end of the year, when the heat of the matter drops and the compensation that should be paid is paid, Charle Department Store will no longer belong to Charle.

Without the support of the Commercial Federation and the councilors,

I can't keep this company alone, and I can't even guarantee basic safety. By then, our family can only be reunited in prison, understand?"

Looking at his wife, who was sweating like rain and finally woke up from the stimulation of a huge amount of money, Old Charle seemed to be still angry, knocked on the table and raised his volume:

"Do you know what your stupidest place is? If you don't know, I'll tell you! Your stupidest place is that you always think everything will follow the rules!

You think that if the contract says one-vote veto, you can stop those old nobles from messing around?

You think that if we kidnap factories and retail channels, we can force everyone to make concessions?

You think that after the company grows, you don't need to take care of the Commercial Federation's opinions?

Simply stupid!"

Looking at his wife, whose face was pale and had to be supported by her daughter to avoid sitting down, a look of unbearable flashed in Old Charle's eyes, but in the end, he hardened his heart and added:

"Usually people are willing to play rules with you, that's because they don't have the certainty to win me if they play things outside the rules!

But now it is us who first dumped, destroyed the rules that everyone defaulted to, and drove others to a dead end. Do you still expect people not to play dark hands and continue to talk to you about rules?

At this time, don't you hurry to give up shares, pull capable people to carry it together, and wait for death while sitting on a pile of money and laughing stupidly?"

"Dad! You... don't say that, Mom is also kind and wants to help you, just a little bit lacking in vision.

But Dad, think about it, how many talents can start from almost nothing, and go from a small stall owner to the top three big merchants in the capital in more than twenty years? How can ordinary people's vision compare with yours!"

After looking at her mother who was shaking constantly with worry, the doll-faced girl hurriedly winked to hint while trying to round the field:

"Dad! Mom was just a pampered noble lady at the beginning. After running away from home to follow you, she learned to wash clothes and cook, and worked overtime to help you load goods and check accounts all year round. She fought with you to today, how hard it is!

After so many years, except for some mistakes in judgment this time, she also managed the company's affairs in an orderly manner, and never had any trouble, and when I was still young, you were always very busy, she had to take care of me while learning how to..."

"Stop talking."

Shaking off her daughter's hand supporting her, the woman whose eyebrows and eyes were six points similar to her daughter, and who could vaguely see a few points of the naive appearance when she was young, pursed her lips and turned her head away stubbornly:

"Wrong is wrong, why are you talking about these past things?

Running away from home to follow him in the past, it was your mother who was willing! Now that I made a mistake, it was my own choice, there is no need to use these past things to exchange for sympathy!

Also, look at your father, if no one cares, he will be tired to death in the office. You stay and watch him! There are too many people coming to buy things now, the company's people may not be able to take care of it, I have to go and watch!"

"Mom, your illness has just eased, or I'd better..."

"No need for you!"

"..."

Looking at his wife who pushed the door and left in a hurry, Old Charle was silent for a while, then waved his hand, and said to his daughter who still wanted to say something:

"You don't need to persuade, I don't mean to blame her. The reason why I said that just now is to let her remember the loss she suffered this time. As for the past things, I actually remember them more clearly than you.

Do you know? Because Dad was too poor to have money to supplement your mother's body, she didn't have much milk after giving birth to you.

At that time, I still had to make money to support the family, and I couldn't use my strength by going out early and returning late. She, who was pampered in the past, could only wear a broken apron, holding you who was hungry and crying in the middle of winter to beg people everywhere, and finally knelt down to others to beg for a little milk..."

Recalling the bitter days back then, Old Charle said with a dark look:

"When I was worried about the situation at home and rushed back early to see that scene, I made up my mind at that time that even if I sold my soul to the devil and became a bastard who did all kinds of evil, I would let you two have a good life! Alas... now thinking about it, it's really..."

After touching the four small metal boxes stacked together on his right hand, confirming that the locks on them were still intact, Old Charle shook his head slightly:

"Let's go, your mother's body is not good, let's go..."

"Not good!"

Just when the father and daughter were about to get up, the office door was pushed open by someone, and an employee wearing a shopping guide uniform rushed in, full of panic:

"Boss! In the money box at the shopping plaza, a..."

"Gu! Gu!"

Two deafening frog croaks outside the window interrupted the words the employee hadn't finished, and a gentle and clear male baritone sounded in the hearts of more than 50,000 people around the headquarters of Charle Department Store at the same time.

"People who come chasing wealth, I ask you."

After climbing out of the huge money box with some effort, the giant toad covered with various currencies drummed its golden cheeks on both sides of its cheeks, spat out golden wheels that were enough to converge into a river with a "gua" sound, and then narrowed its eyes and smiled kindly.

"Can these gold I spat out buy your life?" ===== CHAPTER 52 =====

"Is the gold I spat out enough to buy your life?"