Chapter 1785: Something is happening

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Back at Dibei City in the evening, An Xiaowan couldn't help but ask: "Speaking of it, is this Dibei City under your name or Huo's name?"
"Of course it is me."
"Oh." An Xiaowan just responded and saw Huo Shen's cell phone ringing again.
The above shows the caller number of Huo's old house.
Huo Shen frowned slightly and threw the phone aside without answering.
The bell rang for a while and then stopped. An Xiao gave up on seeing so soon, it should be no hurry, so there was nothing to say.
At the same time, in Huo's old house, Mr Huo's face was a little heavy.
In fact, he didn't have a face to make this call. After all, he messed up the relationship between them first, and it was also he who first did what hurt their children. They actually endured and tried to solve the problem at first, but then they couldn't help but break out.
"Qi Lin, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Huo saw that he had not rested yet. He sat there with a heavy face, and immediately came over.
Mr. Huo glanced and said with a deep expression of deep voice: "The company's internal turmoil is a bit strange."
"How strange?" Mrs. Huo brought the tea prepared by the maid by the bed to Mr. Huo, and said, "Because Shen Er leaves the company, it is normal to have turmoil."
Mr Huo shook his head thoughtfully, "But it seems like someone is secretly assigning factions."
Mrs. Huo's hand paused slightly, and he stopped talking.
She wanted to say, did Shen Er want to take away the confidants he cultivated in the company? but……
Mr. Huo saw Mrs. Huo's expression for a while, but shook his head. "I wanted to call Shen'er at first, but I had this guess. But I also think that Shen'er is not like that."
He is a cold, arrogant, and sturdy child. Once he said that he would leave Huo's family, he wouldn't take away anything from Huo. So, this is not like.
It is precisely because he does not feel like Shen Er's actions, Mr. Huo feels solemn.
Madam Huo's expression also changed slightly.
"Then... who is moving?"
"I sent someone to observe the traces of the shareholders and found that they were taken out for dinner in turn. But the places were all selected in very closed stores, not related to the Huo Group, and there was no way to spy."
Mrs. Huo's heart tightened, "So, is this someone prepared?"
Mr. Huo opened the notebook and pointed to the mail.
There are only a few unread emails sent back tonight.
"This mailbox is a notification mailbox. In the past, after the secretary sent an email about the board meeting, all those who could come would reply to the email to say that they could come. If they couldn't, they would call to communicate with the secretary."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Huo quickly looked at it.
She still knew something about the Huo Group, so when she saw the emails replied above, there were only a few old people who followed the Huo Group, and she immediately had an extremely bad hunch.
"Secretary received the call?"
"Not many."
But the mail has been sent for a day, and tomorrow morning will be the board of directors. What happened to those who did not reply to the mail and said they could come, and did not have a telephone secretary?
Huo opened the computer and closed his eyes heavily.
"I have a hunch that tomorrow's board... will be a tough battle."
The air became dead.
The tea at the table was a bit cold, and the smell was also dissipated in the air.
The night is boundless.