The next day was the weekend. Not long after Lu Xiyan got up, Yan Lei came up to report.

"Sir, Mr. Wan Molin asks for a meeting."

"Wan Molin, why is he here?" Lu Xiyan was a little surprised. Wan Molin was the chief manager who stayed in Shanghai who worked hard to guard Du Yuesheng's family business in Shanghai.

Of course, this family business is now constantly being eroded and shrunk, and there is not much left. This has been the reason why people have left the tea and are cold since ancient times.

What's more, Du Yuesheng is evil to the Japanese?

"Please wait for a while, I'll change my clothes and get off." Lu Xiyan was still wearing pajamas, which was inconvenient to see the guests. It would be too unsovereign and would be rude to the guests.

"yes!"

In the living room downstairs, Wan Molin vaguely wore a blue shirt and brought a follower. After listening to Yan Lei's reply, he nodded slightly and took the teacup from He Xiaofen, without any impatience.

After glaring for about three or five minutes, Lu Xiyan changed into a shirt and trousers and walked down from the upper floor with slippers.

"Boss Wan, why are you free today?" Lu Xiyan hurriedly greeted with fists.

"Mo Lin has met Dong Lu." Wan Mo Lin did not give up because of his age, but nodded slightly respectfully.

"Boss Wan, please sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu."

"Dr. Lu, you were elected as Director Hua, and Mo Lin should have come to congratulate you early, but there were so many things that happened later, which was a bit inconvenient, so it has been delayed until today. Please don't be surprised by Mr. Lu."

"Boss Wan, you are so polite. You are a senior and a well-known figure in the French Concession. Xiyan is a junior. You should go to visit you. It's just that Xiyan is plagued by affairs and has no time to go. I should apologize." Lu Xiyan stood up and said solemnly.

"Lu Dongyan is serious." Wan Molin responded hurriedly.

"Boss Wan, please tell me if you have something to do. Everyone is asking for something in the French Concession. They are all Chinese. If you need any help, just speak up." Lu Xiyan said, "Boss Wan helped me a lot in the past, openly and secretly. Xiyan remembers this in his heart and always wants to find an opportunity to repay you."

"Dr. Lu, then Mo Lin said it straight." Wan Mo Lin paused and said, "Actually, I am here to be this lobbyist today."

"For Zhang Xiaolin?" Lu Xiyan was a little surprised.

"Yes." Wan Molin admitted readily that the three tycoons' industries were not completely separated. Although Du Yuesheng was not in Shanghai, the company that belonged to him had to pay him dividends and income from the bank's shares.

But how much is given and how much is given, let’s talk about it separately.

Zhang Xiaolin surrendered so quickly, which was beyond Lu Xiyan's expectation. He also asked Wan Molin for it. No, it should be Du Yuesheng, who asked Wan Molin to act as this peacemaker?

"What did Zhang Xiaolin say?"

"Zhang Xiaolin wants to set up a table of wine in Tailai Restaurant tonight and invite Dong Lu and Inspector Tang to join. As a peacemaker, Mo Lin has made the matter open now. If everyone continues to fight like this, it will only make others get a bargain." Wan Molin said.

"Does Boss Du mean the same?"

"Boss Du is in Hong Kong and I don't know about this for a while." Wan Molin said aloofly.

"I have nothing to talk about with Zhang Xiaolin. Unless he locked up the underground Tuxing and Yanzike, I will not cause trouble for him." Lu Xiyan said, "I am a man who is not a private person, and banning smoking is imperative. If I reconcile with Zhang Xiaolin, how can I explain to the people in the French Concession?"

"Dr. Lu, I understand. I have brought the words. As for whether to go or not, you can do whatever you want, so say goodbye." Wan Molin nodded, stood up and clasped his fists.

Lu Xiyan saw that Wan Molin was not willing to be this peacemaker. He might have been forced to come over.

Apart from Zhang Xiaolin, who has the ability to do this?

"Yan Lei, give me Boss Wan."

"Yes, sir."

...

Zhang Xiaolin asked Wan Molin to be a peacemaker, which surprised Lu Xiyan. Zhang Xiaolin is not Du Yuesheng, and he is a little stubborn. How could he bow his head easily?

Could it be that he deliberately anesthetized himself and underestimated his enemy, or that he has really reached the point where he has lost his skills?

"Xiyan, Xiaohao has called. Mengyao has a difficult delivery. She pushed into the operating room this morning and was preparing to have a caesarean section. She is still in the operating room now." Meng Fanxing's anxious and nervous voice came.

"What, which hospital is in Hong Kong?"

"I didn't hear the specific details of the hospital. Xiaohao should choose the best obstetrics and gynecology hospital. Our family is not short of this amount of money." Meng Fanxing said.

"It's useless to worry about this matter now. We can only wait for the result. In Western countries, caesarean section is no longer a major surgery, so don't worry too much." Lu Xiyan comforted his wife.

"How could I not worry? After all, that was just a knife in the stomach." Meng Fanxing said.

"Okay, okay, I won't go there today, I'll be with you at home waiting for news." Lu Xiyan said gently patting his wife's shoulder.

When a woman gives birth to a child, it is a barrier. After all, peace will last forever. If she cannot pass, it will be a corpse and two lives. In this past, are there fewer such tragedies?

Being a woman is hard, being a mother is even harder. No wonder Westerners call the day the child is born a "mother's day".

...

Outside the obstetrics and gynecology operating room of Anji Hospital, Hong Kong.

Meng Hao, Lao Mengtou, Gui Uncle and Hong Sihai, four big men were sitting nervously on the chair at the door. Mr. Meng was wearing a long gown, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, closing his eyes, and talking nonsense.

Meng Hao stood up and sat down for a while, and his eyes never left the door of the operating room.

Uncle Gui sat with the old man, and nervously looked up at the operating room from time to time.

Only Hong Sihai, who is a part-time bodyguard for the driver, sat there motionless, just like a stone statue.

Tag!

The red "in-progress" light on the operating room door suddenly went out!

All four men raised their heads and stood up, especially Meng Hao, whose nervous lips trembled a little.

"Who is the husband of the mother?" After about ten seconds, the operating room door opened and the operating room door opened. A female nurse in her thirties left and asked.

"I, I am a nurse, how is my wife?" Meng Hao rushed up and asked excitedly.

"Oh, the mother is not seriously injured, but she has some abdominal cavity and needs to be hospitalized. In addition, congratulations, Mr. Meng Hao, you are a father, you are a little boy, and the mother and son are safe." The nurse smiled and said.

"Really!" Meng Hao grabbed the nurse's shoulder excitedly and said.

"Of course it's true, Mr. Meng, you are a father now." The nurse is no longer surprised by this situation, and can understand Meng Hao's mood at this moment.

"Hahaha, I'm a dad..."

When Lao Meng heard that it was a "little boy", he almost fainted without any happiness. For him, Meng Hao got married and had children and passed on the family line to the Lao Meng family was more important than anything else.

Now, the third generation of the Lao Meng family finally has, and he is a grandfather.

The corners of the old Mengtou's eyes were wet, and he finally had the face to meet the ancestors of the Meng family.

"Nurse, where is my son, can I hug him?"

"Of course, your wife and children will come out soon. In a while, we will have nurses going to the ward and ask you how to take care of your newborn..."

In the obstetrics and gynecology ward, Meng Hao held his son, looked at his wrinkled little face, and suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted.

"Nurse, nurse, why didn't we hear the child crying just now? Isn't this newborn child crying when he comes out?"

"This medicine does not say that the child will cry as soon as he is born. Moreover, you have a caesarean section and may have a later voice. It doesn't matter," the nurse explained.

"oh oh……"

"Let me see my little grandson." Lao Meng came over and smiled all over his face. The one who gave birth to a handheld made him very happy.

Suddenly, his calf spread out.

Scream!

A tender little water spurted out, and Lao Meng just happened to have his head connected.

Meng Hao was stunned, and Lao Meng was also stunned.

"My grandson's boy peeing was the first time he sprayed his grandfather's face. He would definitely have a future!" Lao Mengtou did not get angry, but instead reached out and wiped his face happily.

After the child urinated, a loud cry came out.

"Mistress Mengyao, thank you for your hard work for Lao Meng's family." Lao Meng's head walked to the bed and solemnly thanked Xi Mengyao.

"Dad, this is what I deserve." Xi Mengyao looked at the child in Meng Hao's arms, full of maternal love.

"Xiaohao, call your sister and brother-in-law quickly. They don't know how worried they are." Lao Mengtou suddenly remembered that his daughter and son-in-law in Shanghai were still waiting for news of Xi Mengyao's caesarean section.

...

Waiting thousands of miles away is more difficult than sitting outside the operating room, because not only can they not be able to use their strength or help, but they will also become more anxious as time goes by.

Lu Xiyan is a man, but it’s better that Meng Fanxing is a woman. Although she has never given birth to a child, she has the feeling of empathy.

If Xi Mengyao really suffers from dysfunction, it will cause her psychological shadow.

Di Lingling...

The phone in the living room suddenly rang. Meng Fanxing looked up and glanced at Lu Xiyan, which meant, you go and answer.

Lu Xiyan smiled bitterly. He could understand Meng Fanxing's mood at this moment, so he could only put down the newspaper in his hand, stand up, and walk over and pick up the phone: "Hey, Lu Mansion."

"Old Lu, it's me. Have Wan Molin went to find you?" Tang Jin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, he's going to find you?"

"Well, what do you think about Zhang Xiaolin's wine and asking for peace in Tailai Tower tonight?" Tang Jin asked directly on the phone.

"Zhang Xiaolin is either trying to get out of his way or just trying to wait for change. Even if I want to make peace between us, he may not be willing to do so." Lu Xiyan said.
To be continued...