On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Wen Su looked directly at him calmly, "Mr. Zhou asked me to come, and he asked me to send you some materials."

Fu Shiyan leaned against the door, looking a little foolish, "What information."

"Response information about this crisis."

Wen Su seemed a little afraid of him, tried to calm himself down, and trembled slightly while holding the information.

Fu Shiyan got out of the way, and Wen Su followed in. When he first saw the messy big bed, he looked away a little at a loss. Fu Shiyan sat on the sofa unhurriedly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Wen Su smiled, "You are the executor of Fu's family, so I must be more than afraid of you."

He motioned her to sit down, calmly turned out the cigarette case, "Zhou Liangqi asked you to say something."

Wen Su was stunned, "Do you know that he brought you a message?"

Fu Shiyan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, not the usual one, but a cigar, and he flipped it with his fingertips calmly, his mind clear.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Su sat down and put the materials aside, "The [-] million allocated by the higher-ups must have been in vain."

These are Zhou Liangqi's original words.

Fu Shiyan's gaze remained on the beating sunlight on the window sill.

That day in a castle in the air, he rejected the shortcut offered by Mr. Huang, so now he will naturally have to bear the crisis brought about by backlash, and those few people will not let him go through it so easily.

Fu Shiyan was mentally prepared.

Wen Su continued: "Boss Zhou means that under the crisis of Fu's family, he can come forward to calm down, and he can also turn over funds for Fu's family, but there is one condition."

Fu Shiyan lit a cigar, and the smoke puffed out before he said, "Say."

"He wants Fu to change the situation of centralized power between the top and the bottom, and let foreign capital enter."

Wen Su said this without confidence.

The man chuckled when he heard the words, "Mr. Zhou, you have the heart to kill me, don't die."

For a moment, Wen Su was shaken by the smile on his lips.

"If I don't agree, your trip will be in vain."

Wen Su avoided his scrutiny, "It is."

Fu Shiyan stood up and turned his back to her, "He will punish you."

"...Mr. Zhou is very kind to me."

Looking at his back, Wen Su suddenly understood one thing. Who is Fu Shiyan?

"Then you can go back."

He was so decisive, Wen Su frowned, and said something extra, "Boss Fu, aren't you afraid?"

Fu Shiyan glanced sideways, "What are you afraid of?"

Wen Su has never seen an executor who can be so calm in the face of a catastrophe like him. Today is an eye-opener, and his eyes wavered slightly, "If Mrs. Fu fails to persevere, Mr. Zhou will get more than what he is asking for now." .”

After all, Grandpa Fu was shocked.

"What about you, do you want me to persevere, or not?" As soon as these words came out, the relationship between the two seemed to be getting closer.

Wen Su couldn't take it anymore, "Of course I hope you can persevere. I've seen Miss Wen's interview. She wrote that it will depend on you to be successful in the business world for decades to come."

Fu Shiyan seemed a little surprised, "Have you read that report?"

"President Fu's interviews in Haicheng have always been flocked to by everyone."

Fu Shiyan put one hand in his pocket, and walked up to Wen Su with a cigar in his mouth. He didn't look slutty, but full of wildness.

Wen Su lowered his eyes, unable to retreat.

"The materials are delivered, you go, I'll sleep again." Unexpectedly, only such a sentence came to my ears.

This is driving people away.