The domineering president meets her

How come Uncle Zhang called to ask questions just after I got back?

Fu Shi thought about it for a while and concluded that it must be Leng Yuan, the loudspeaker, who reported to the old man in advance.

"Okay, I'll arrange the time." Fu Shi hesitated for a moment and then answered.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Shi opened his laptop and began to review the documents that had accumulated over the past few days. He was already accustomed to this high-speed workload.

I don't know how long it took, Leng Yuan came in with a work meal, "Boss Fu, please eat."

After that, he placed the work meal in a corner of the negotiation lounge in the president's office. "Also, the father of Manager Mo from the branch office is outside the door and wants to see you. Can you arrange for him to meet you?"

"Yeah." Fu Shi raised his head from his desk. Some things needed to be dealt with. His mind quickly filtered out the reasons why Manager Mo's father came, and he sorted out his thoughts: "Let him in."

Leng Yuan nodded, turned and walked to the office door, politely let Manager Mo's father in, then turned and went out, gently closing the door.

Although Mr. Mo's hair had turned white, he was full of energy at this moment. He walked to the center of the office with arrogance and pride. The sunlight reflected in from the floor-to-ceiling windows was so bright that it stung his eyes. He couldn't help but squint his presbyopic eyes and look towards the direction of the desk.

When I looked carefully and could see the person clearly, I was stunned at first. I saw the young President Fu sitting in the office chair looking at me.

With his back to the sun, his facial expression was gloomy and unclear. For some reason, he was suddenly frightened and quickly bowed his head respectfully, and called out honestly, "Master."

Relying on their status as people who had worked with their father when they were young, these old men, right under their noses, went around every corner of each branch company to commit crimes, cook the books, and suppress new employees at all levels.

On the surface, he respectfully calls me "Young Master", but who knows how many dirty things he has done behind my back.

Many times, Fu Shi turned a blind eye to their actions for the sake of his grandfather.

"Uncle Mo, please take a seat." Fu Shi didn't say anything at first, letting him stand for more than a minute before politely inviting him.

"Thank you, young master." Feeling suppressed by his aura, Father Mo responded uncomfortably and quickly sat down on the white leather sofa chair in the negotiation and rest area nearby.

"Uncle Mo, how come you have time to come to my place today?" Fu Shi asked politely, as if he was chatting with an elder.

"Master~No, Mr. Fu, I..." Father Mo said, lowering his head, but his eyes were rolling around in his sockets. How should he say it so as to hide it from Mr. Fu?

Then, he stood up, picked up the purple clay teapot in front of him, poured tea, and handed it to him with both hands: "Mr. Fu, please have some tea. I came here today to trouble you for something."

Fu Shi sat there calmly watching his expression change, then raised his hand slightly to take it.

"Oh? Is there anything in this world that Uncle Mo can do that can bother me?" Fu Shi took a sip of tea, leaned over to put the teacup down, leaned on the sofa and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Fu, I am sorry to have embarrassed you. My rebellious son has been in trouble recently. I don't know who he offended. The other party beat him to death. I would like to ask Mr. Fu to help me solve the problem." Father Mo briefly recounted the mistakes his son had made, avoiding the important ones.

Looking at the young master in front of him who looks exactly like Master Fu when he was young.

We were all people who worked hard together, so why could others raise such an excellent son, while I have to deal with a son who always gets into trouble, makes trouble, and leaves me with a lot of holes that I can't fill? God is really blind!

As he was thinking, he looked at Mr. Fu, who looked normal, but his attitude of not responding made him feel uneasy.

"Mr. Fu~" Father Mo called out tentatively.

Is this pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Fu Shi looked at Mo's father who was sitting opposite him. He kept shirking the responsibility in his words and did not mention a word about his son's crime.

"I have heard some rumors about your beloved son. Do you know who did it?" Fu Shi said lightly.

"Yes, yes, my son is so miserable! I heard him say that it was Young Master Wen who did it."

"Oh, do you have any real evidence?" Fu Shi asked casually, playing with the teacup in front of him.

"My son saw it with his own eyes. It was the young master Wen who arranged this!" Speaking of the young master Wen, he was like an enemy. Father Mo was extremely jealous and hated him so much that his teeth were itching!

"Uncle Mo, you said earlier that you wanted me to help you solve it. So, how do you want me to help you solve it?"

"This..." Father Mo, who was about to continue criticizing Young Master Wen, was suddenly choked.

How could Fu Shi not know that he was fanning the flames at this moment.

"I know your beloved son has been treated unfairly in your opinion. But everything requires evidence. If you say that all these things were done unilaterally by Young Master Wen, then what is his purpose in doing so?"

Fu Shi gently turned the teacup in his hand with his fingertips, and glanced at Father Mo calmly: "I can't just arrest him and teach him a lesson without asking any questions, right?"

Why did he feel like Mr. Fu was criticizing his disrespectful behavior? After hearing this, Mr. Mo's face turned red, then pale and blue.

He didn't care about etiquette and asked anxiously, "Mr. Fu, just one question, will you help me or not?"

"Oh? Uncle Mo. Didn't I tell you before? How do you want me to help solve it?" Fu Shi looked at him leisurely.

"Let the Wen family's succession be destroyed in his hands." Thinking of his son lying in pain in the hospital, Mo's father said viciously.

"I think it would be more effective to take legal action, don't you think?"

Take legal action?

Wouldn't that mean exposing all the mistakes his son had made to the public? How would the Mo family have the face to stay in the imperial capital then?

Oh, what a sin!

"No, that won't work. You know the Wen family's connections. How can the law alone restrain him? Why don't we find someone to... and let him taste the pain my son felt." Father Mo made a decisive move, as if he was already very familiar with doing this.

Seeing the old fox in front of him finally revealing his greedy and cunning face, Fu Shi's drooping eyelashes drew a deep shadow, giving people the same emotionless feeling as always.

"Uncle Mo, if you decide to go through the legal process, I can provide you with the best lawyer for free because you and my old man have worked together. But I really can't do anything about the other methods you mentioned."

Fu Shi shrugged without saying a word.

Isn't this a clear rejection?

The cunning and treacherous Father Mo suddenly became like a deflated ball, leaning on the sofa in a listless state.

How could I not know how clever and cunning these superiors are? They always put profit first in everything they do, and human relationships are not worth mentioning in front of them.

"If we take legal action to sue Young Master Wen, what do you think, Uncle Mo?" Fu Shi asked again calmly.