Chapter 383 Wills
The words "birth, old age, illness and death" are a major event that cannot be neglected whenever they are mentioned.
Qin old man thought and thought, originally still a little sleepy, but now the spirit.
He got up from the bamboo chair and took out a stack of documents in the bookcase.
This is Qin's will drawn up half a month ago. At present, there seems to be nothing to change, but he has to take it out and have a look. Only by looking at it more can he be practical.
Line by line.
I saw it impressively written: After the death of the man who told me, 15% of the shares of Qin family and Yuxiangfang were transferred to Marcus, and the rest were equally distributed to other younger generations.
Father Qin looked and looked, and after making sure there was nothing to modify, he put the documents back in their original position.
Then, he picked up a photo frame placed on the second floor of the bookshelf.
In the photo, when he was young, Qin was handsome, his wife nestled beside him, and a pair of brothers with similar looks stood in front of them, young but handsome.
"Xiulin, Huai Yue, Ah Kuo..." Qin's father sighed between his lips and teeth and overflowed one name after another. His eyes swirled back and forth on the faces of his wife and eldest son, with pity and nostalgia.
Finally, he stared at Marcus with his lips hooked, and his old fingertips brushed on the photo: "Our son has grown so big... it's good."
Father Qin wiped the photo frame several times with glasses cloth as usual.
The difference is that after wiping, he did not put the photo frame back in place.
Instead, he held it in his arms, lay back on the bamboo chair slowly, and closed his eyes to sleep with satisfaction.
"Dad? Dad? Dinner! Dad?"
At noon, Qin Mingcheng went upstairs and knocked and knocked in front of Qin's father's door.
After not getting a response for a long time, he hesitated, gently pushed open the door, and saw the old Qin who had fallen asleep without accident.
Without choosing to wake him up, Qin Mingcheng withdrew from the room and closed the door.
"What's the matter with your father? Won't you come down to dinner?" When Mrs. Qin saw that Qin Mingcheng was the only one who came down, she asked with concern.
"Nothing," Qin Mingcheng shook his head. "I fell asleep."
"Sleeping again?" Mrs. Qin surprised, "Why are you asleep again? Master has been a little sleepy recently."
"I don't know." Qin Mingcheng said, and sat opposite Mrs. Qin across a dining table.
The two began to eat. At first, they were silent. Finally, Mrs. Qin couldn't hold back and took the lead in asking, "Mingcheng, did your father mention to you who he wanted to give Yuxiangfang?"
Qin Mingcheng clung to cutting steak with a knife and fork, and he shook his head.
"No."
Mrs. Qin lowered her eyes anxiously: "It's such a time, how can your master have no wind at all? He is so old, and he doesn't know how to take care of it in advance..."
Do something? What do you want to order?
Although Mrs. Qin didn't say it clearly, the two people present knew each other well.
Qin Mingcheng: "Dad refused to say property matters until now, for fear that he didn't really want to give Yuxiangfang to..." After a pause, he spit out the name with difficulty, "Marcus."
As soon as this came out, Mrs. Qin's face changed.
"Which can ah! Master is just old, not old!"
When she said this, her eyes crossed a trace of resentment.
In fact, the old lady Qin is not without this guess, but it has always been lucky, but at present, the master is afraid that he will not really do this!