Chapter 300 - Ning Qing, The Lu Family Would Be Handed Over To You
“What?” Song Yaijng stood up.
Lu Dinghua also stood up from the sofa, and he walked to Song Yajing’s side. He stretched out both hands to hold onto her shoulders. “Yajing, it is not the time to be leaving things up to chance. The plane crashed. The body of the pilot was the first body to be discovered. The chance of Shaoming surviving the crash is close to zero. Our house now is having crises both inside and out. The Lu group of corporations is one delicious piece of meat that everyone is salivating over. They all want to take a bite, and we need to have a contingency plan for the worse case scenario.
“We have 25% of the stocks in our hands. Shaoming has 26% in his hands. If Shaoming gets into an incident, the stocks would lay in the hands of Ning Qing and her son. The amount of shares that we have added up as a family would be 51%; we still can keep a steady position as a large shareholder of Lu Corporation. But the annual shareholder general meeting would have a vote count. If they make a deal under the table, once the annual shareholder general meeting starts, they would want to strip Shao Ming’s position of President away from him. If they vote, then the Lu Corporation would belong to another party. How would we have the face to face our ancestors and descendants?
“Yajing, since we do not know if Shaoming is alive or dead, those old things still fear Shaoming. We still hold power. We should make a swift decision and announce the news of the death tomorrow morning. They would be at a loss not knowing what to do, and I would merge of all subsidiaries of Lu Corporation to hold an annual general shareholders’ meeting, and I’d suggest that I would continue and take on the role of Lu Corporation’s president.
“Yajing, we still have hope. Shaoming’s son, Little Young Master Lu is our hope. Shaoming was only 16 when he debuted his own company in America. Our Little Young Master Lu can do the same. Over these 16 years, we will give him support as his grandparents, and in the future, we will hand over the Lu Corporation to Little Young Master Lu.”
Song Yajing’s eyes were filled with tears, and they trickled down endlessly. She covered her mouth and sobbed painfully.
Those with white hair sending off those with black hair; it is really the most cruel thing on earth.
“Dad.” This time, the tears flowed down from Ning Qing’s eyes. She nodded saying, “Dad, you are in the back looking for Shaoming. Let me fight the war in the front. I will guarantee, as long as I am here, non nonsense would not be able to enter the Lu family. I will strive to earn as much time as I can.”
“Yes, Ning Qing. Dad believes in you.” Lu Dinghua patted Ning Qing’s shoulder and ordered the butler, “In the time I am not here, all matters at home will be at Madam’s discretion.”
The butler looked towards Ning Qing. His expression was polite and admiring. He nodded and said, “Madam, we will all listen to your orders in all aspects. We will also go down with the Lu family.”
Ning Qing broke out into a smile while she cried, “Yeah.”
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Lu Dinghua brought manpower over to fly to Lake Baikal. Ning Qing was in charge of the Lu family.
She had just fed milk to Little Young Master Lu and comforted him to sleep. Song Yajing walked into the room and said, “Qingqing, those buzzards are already on their way here.”
“Umm, Mum, you ask the maids to prepare a table full of dishes. It is time for a meal.”
“Okay.” Song Yajing nodded her head.
“Mum.” Ning Qing turned her head around to look at Song Yajing and winked playfully. “Are you scared?”
Song Yajing gave a displeased expression at Ning Qing before saying, “Qingqing, Mum is a person who has weathered many storms. Those old leeches are not of any importance to me. As long as Shaoming is still alive, Mother and Daughter-in-law will grit our teeth and protect this home. Everything will turn out well.”
Ning Qing hugged Song Yajing and said, “Mum, don’t worry. Shaoming is definitely alive.”
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The maid opened the doors of the villa. Eight or Nine elders walked inside.
Ning Qing and Song Yajing came forward to welcome them. “Oldest Uncle, Second Uncle… This is Seventh Grandpa,” Ning Qing said with a smile.
The elders all looked at Ning Qing. Ning Qing’s eyes were still red rimmed, but there was no hint of sadness or fluster on Ning Qing’s small face. She was refined and elegant in her speech. These elders had heard of Lu Shaoming’s flight crashing, and it was a hotly debated topic. They hated that they could not sit in the position of President of Lu Corporation at this moment.
But they were not sure; they were afraid.
Did this Lu Shaoming actually die?
So they came over to assess the situation.
Ning Qing’s elegant demeanour made the elders’ hearts frustrated.. Everyone had a secret expression in their eyes, and they benevolently said, “Little girl Ning Qing, you still remember all of us. Your memory is really good.”