The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Those smiling faces made it seem as if Ning Yuetong was really the Ning family’s lost child of more than ten years. When everyone was about to welcome him in, they saw the middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked at Ning Yuetong. After thinking for a moment, he whispered, "good." The Duan family had already quickly prepared the ceremony to worship their ancestors.
Especially after hearing that someone was coming over there.
Those smiling faces made it seem as if Ning Yuetong was really the Ning family’s lost child of more than ten years.
A black car slowly stopped.
A middle-aged man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses got out of the car.
Mr. Duan went to meet him.
Even Duan Xishen, who had rarely appeared since the beginning, reappeared in everyone's sight.
Ning Yuetong followed the two of them.
Everyone held their breath.
After the middle-aged man got off the car, he immediately shook hands with Mr. Duan and Duan Xishen.
"Is the old man in good health?"
Mr. Duan smiled and said, "Very good."
"Congratulations, old man, on getting your wish fulfilled."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Duan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
When everyone was about to welcome him in, they saw the middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked at Ning Yuetong.
He reached out and shook hands with Ning Yuetong.
I only heard the man whisper, "Thank you on behalf of the people."
"hiss……"
Although he used such a calm tone, the weight of this sentence was quite extraordinary.
Ning Yuetong's ears quickly burned, and her beautiful eyes seemed so soft that they seemed to be dripping with water.
"I don't deserve it."
The middle-aged man lowered his head and took a few documents from the secretary behind him.
"This is the land transfer contract, as well as some official documents regarding tax reductions and exemptions, and several subsidy funds. Once we sign the contract, the money will be directly transferred to the Ning family's account."
Ning Yuetong barely suppressed her inner excitement.
"OK!"
Mr. Duan laughed heartily.
"It's a good time to offer ancestor worship, so we should comfort our ancestors first.
He looked at the visitor
"I wonder if I can place these documents before the ancestral tablets at home?"
The middle-aged man was slightly startled.
Seeing Mr. Duan's eyes filled with tears, he was very excited. After thinking for a moment, he whispered,
"good."
The Duan family had already quickly prepared the ceremony to worship their ancestors.
Several documents were also placed on the desk of the Duan family's ancestor.
Ning Yuetong looked at this grand scene, and the heart in her chest was floating, as if it was about to ascend to heaven.
The children of the Duan family who were watching this scene were all extremely excited.
The ceremony officially begins.
He walked forward step by step and knelt in front of the ancestral tablet of the Duan family.
Three kneelings and nine kowtows.
Every time she knelt, she made sure to perform the correct posture.
The focus of everyone's attention.
Everyone is envious and jealous.
But there is also helplessness and admiration.
It is a great honor to have this person come in person on a day like this to express my gratitude in person.
No matter what, Ning Yuetong submitted a contribution.
No one can surpass her.
The last kneeling, the last kowtow.
Ning Yuetong raised her head.
From then on... she was the eldest daughter of the Duan family.
Ning Yuetong was emotionally agitated, with a hint of sadness in her eyes...
All the hard work during this period is worth it.
There was a sudden commotion behind me.
“…We need to retrieve it first.”
"Really not, the contract needs to be considered separately."
Ning Yuetong had a very bad premonition in her heart.
Before she could react.
Someone took away the contracts before the ranking.
Ning Yuetong's face turned pale. When she looked up, she saw the secretary who was originally standing next to the middle-aged man.
She stood up quickly.
"I'm sorry... Is it because of the ancestor worship ritual that I offended you or..."
The secretary frowned and glanced at the middle-aged man behind him.
After receiving the man's nod, the secretary spoke.
"I'm sorry, but these contracts and policies may not be signed."