Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 246 247: Chairman Fu, please take a trip

  The Internet industry itself is Dongguo's home field.

  Just based on Jiang Yi's fight against Dongguo for so many years.

  In this industry, she has not met a suitable opponent so far.

   Naturally, he would not lose completely in this field.

  The overwhelming momentum greeted everyone in the arena.

  And there are many people with different methods in this circle. They have no way to win in this respect, and they will try their best to defeat you in another.

  For example, today the negotiator of Dongguo asked a fatal question when facing Jiang Yi's crush.

   "When I came to the capital two days ago, I heard that Jiang Juan was involved in a scandal. I don't know if it is true or not."

   "If it is true, do I have reason to doubt Jiang's words?"

Jiang Yi bowed his head, smiled slightly, then raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the other party indifferently: "If the identification of an international negotiator is based on rumors, then do you think Socrates and Confucius will still become everyone? The reason for the rumors It becomes a rumor because it is false, I tell you data and facts, and you question me with scandals? Are you insulting me? Or are you insulting yourself?"

   "Do you doubt my words? Is the data investigation clear? Do you know how much the tax points are at home and abroad? If you don't even know these most basic things, what reason and qualification do you have to question me?"

   "Are you worthy?"

Bang—Jiang Yi threw the pen in his hand on the table: "There is a saying in country Z that rumors stop at the wise. Your words really make me doubt your IQ. Mandela, Harvey, Mohan Maud Nasheed has been in prison, do you know why he still sits in a high position? Because in this world, there are not many people like you who speak rumors."

  Jiang Yi's words only hit the ground loudly, and every time it landed, it was a fatal blow to the other party.

   "It's better not to be terrible with others, terrible speculation and slippery, not aware of one's own mistakes and delusional to pin the **** pot on others' heads."

  Jiang Yi's cold eyes swept across the people present, and everyone held their breaths.

  Wen Sirui sat beside Jiang Yi, frightened by her powerful aura, without saying a word for a long time.

  At this moment, she felt that Jiang Yi in the negotiation field was a god.

   is the **** who overlooks and controls all living beings.

   It wasn't until someone covered her lips and coughed that she suddenly came back to her senses.

  Opening his lips broke the awkward environment: "The negotiation field is a place to speak with data and professional knowledge. Isn't it too much to criticize a person with unfounded and unproven rumors?"

   "The reason why the rumor is a rumor is because it is false, please bring something real next time."

   "Negotiation is a matter of mutual benefit, what does Mr. Moen think?"

  Wen Sirui threw out the question.

  The man who was called touched his lips lightly, and smiled lightly: "Yes, then we—let's get down to business."

  The negotiation did not last long. When Jiang Yi came out of the venue, a group of people followed behind and smiled.

  Jiang Chuanchi has been silent since he entered the arena. This is Jiang Yi's home court.

  And he, like Wen Sirui, suddenly felt that Jiang Yi was the **** in this scene.

   A group of people left the hotel, but Jiang Yi was blocked in the parking lot.

   "Miss Jiang, looking for the old man, I want to invite you to come."

  Mr. Zhao, should be Zhao Zhen's father in Fu Xiting's mouth.

  Seeing this, Jiang Chuan stepped up to Jiang Yi, stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Yi behind him to protect him: "I don't know what is Mr. Zhao doing?"

   "I don't know very well, I just follow Mr. Zhao's orders," the middle-aged butler stood behind a few bodyguards, and responded to Jiang Chuan's words with a strong voice.

   "Then I would trouble you to go back and find out before you come back. If it is because of rumors, please wait patiently for the results of the police investigation. We have nothing to say about the rest."

  The middle-aged butler saw Jiang Chuan's tough attitude and nodded: "What Mr. Zhao means is that if Ms. Jiang doesn't cooperate, we can only go to Mr. Jiang."

  Jiang Yi turned his eyes away from Jiang Chuan, looked at the middle-aged butler standing in front of him, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Then you go!"

  A mere old man wants to stop her?

   What kind of international joke are you playing?

  Jiang Yi bypassed the housekeeper and was about to get in the car to leave. The bodyguards who followed her stepped out to stop her. Jiang Yi raised her eyes to look at her.

  Then slowly turned around, his eyes fell on the butler, with a slight contemptuous smile.

   "Is this the hard way to prepare?"

   "Miss Jiang, don't make it difficult for us, we are also following orders."

  The middle-aged official's words are decent.

   It seems that Jiang intends to make things difficult for him at this moment.

   "Embarrassing you?"

   "Yes," the man responded affirmatively.

  Jiang Yi smiled slightly, glanced at Wen Sirui, who understood, took out his mobile phone and called the police.

   When there was a stalemate, the police came.

   Not only the police came, but the media also came.

  The focus of the current news is on these people, and the media is almost moved by the news.

   Seeing that Jiang Yi was really serious, the old butler relaxed a bit from his stalemate.

  This afternoon, before the old butler got home, the news came out.

  The titles are all one-sided.

   "My Cao, is this a settlement before the result comes out?"

   "Jiang Yi is such a miserable child."

   "I heard that Mr. Zhao was also a ruthless character when he was young, but he has restrained himself in recent years."

   "After all, I'm old, I'm getting older, can I still imitate Qin Shihuang's immortality if I don't restrain myself?"

   "Old Master Zhao is back, does it prove that Zhao Zhen is going to die?"

"Maybe!"

   "What does Mr. Zhao want to find Jiang Yi? To force her to admit that this matter has something to do with her?"

   "It's not impossible."

  There are many discussions on the Internet.

   A group of people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal wanted to let the bullets fly for a few more days.

  Jiang Yi just got into the car when Fu Xiting called.

On the   side, the man said calmly, "Are you done?"

  Jiang Yien said: "Just came out."

   "In the same car as Jiang Chuan?"

   "Not here, separated, what's the matter?" Jiang Yi leaned on the back seat with a lazy posture.

   "Someone will bump into you in a while, tell Xiao Wen to drive steadily."

   Little news?

  Jiang Yi wanted to laugh when Fu Xiting called Wen Sirui.

  This weird and old-fashioned title really makes people want to say something.

   "She is older than me, if you call her Xiaowen, do you want to call me Xiaojiang?"

  Fu Xiting stretched out his hand and tugged on his tie on which side, the man who just came out of the tea room was stained with the smell of tea: "Baby, you are fifty in your two lifetimes, are you sure you are still young?"

   "Small life is enough,"

  Jiang Yi held the mobile phone in one hand, and was about to reach out to pick up the water on the side with the other. Unexpectedly, he just walked out of the parking lot.

   An unlicensed car crashes straight out of the parking lot entrance.

  Wen Sirui held the steering wheel, breaking out in a cold sweat.

   With a bang, Jiang Chuan, who was about to get in the car, slammed the car door shut, and ran towards Jiang Yi.

  The media that had surrounded the parking lot rushed forward one after another with cameras on their shoulders.

   Today, two pieces of news on the Internet have exploded in the capital.

  One is that the old man of the Zhao family approached Jiang Yi.

  Second, Jiang Yi had a car accident.

   Regardless of whether the second thing was done by the first person or not, there is always someone who can make it be done by one person.

  In the evening of this day, Jiang Yi went to the hospital for a checkup.

  Fu Xiting never showed up.

   Until returning to Yu Garden, Wen Sirui hadn't stopped the car when he saw the chaebol tycoon wearing off-white home clothes standing in the yard teasing the cat.

  In her impression, few men can wear white so well.

   And Fu Xiting is obviously one of these very few people.

  The man is standing in the bright April sun with a piece of dogtail grass, playing happily with two cats.

  She watched Jiang Yi get off the car and walked towards the man.

  The latter changed the direction of the dogtail grass in his hand, reached out to hug Jiang Yi, bowed his head and kissed her lips, and Jiang Yi tiptoed to respond to him.

  The warmth of the picture made her, an outsider, quite envious.

   After a while, Jiang Yi took over the dogtail grass from him, and took over the job of teasing the cat.

  Fu Xiting probably sensed Wen Sirui's gaze, looked at her and nodded.

  Wen Sirui sat in the car and responded to his greeting.

   This was April 2010, Wen Sirui's first impression was the love between the two.

  Among the many things that happened in the future, every time she recalled this scene, she would persuade Jiang Yi from the perspective of a bystander.

   "Arrangement ready?" Jiang Yi stood beside Fu Xiting holding a cat teasing stick, and asked shallowly.

   "It's done."

   "I don't know if that old man is his opponent," Jiang Yi said with great concern.

  Fu Xiting smiled and touched her head: "Even if not, you are not the one who suffers."

  This night, the atmosphere in the Jiang family's old house was gloomy.

  As the outside world said, the old man of the Zhao family was in a very high rank in his early years.

   It's just that now that I'm older, I've retired.

   "You raised a good granddaughter."

  Old Master Zhao opened his mouth with a sarcasm.

  Although Mr. Jiang’s position was not low when he was young, he was still a little worse than Mr. Zhao, so when Mr. Zhao said this sarcasm today, he had no power to refute and could only smile.

   "Dafang's lineage, everyone is against the bone."

   "Old Zhao, you know it."

   "I know it's one thing, but it's another thing if he dared to touch people from my Zhao family."

  Mr. Zhao's words were not polite, and even smacked of threats.

  Elder Jiang was very embarrassed: "We really don't know the cause and effect of this matter, but if Elder Zhao needs an explanation, we can ask Jiang Yi to come and give you an answer."

come over?

  The butler standing behind Mr. Zhao heard this and raised his eyes slightly to look at Mr. Jiang.

   Judging from his confrontation with Jiang Yi today, Jiang Yi doesn't seem to care about the old man of the Jiang family.

   "Then I'll wait," Elder Zhao said with a cold and angry face.

   Before Mr. Jiang's phone went out, someone rang the doorbell.

  Cao Xu went to open the door, opened the door and saw Fang Chi standing beside Fu Xiting standing at the door.

  Looking at it, he first bent down respectfully and called Steward Cao.

   "This is Special Assistant Fang?"

   "My husband asked me to pick him up," Fang Chi said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

  Cao Xu was puzzled: "Who will pick up?"

   "Old Zhao."

  Fang Chi's voice was neither loud nor soft, so Mr. Zhao in the room naturally heard it.

   Looking back at the door sideways, the voice is not low: "Who is it?"

  So rampant.

   "Old Zhao, Mr. Fu asked me to invite you to walk around."

  Fang Chi stepped into the house and stood at the entrance, looking at Mr. Zhao.

  He doesn't know about others, but this Fu Xiting——.

  He couldn't help but know.

  At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Zhao was brought into the boundary of Yu Garden.

  The car went all the way up the Panshan Highway, and the winding street lights looked like Yulong Lanterns on the moat.

  Yu Garden among the mountains and forests is a symbol of this era.

   is evidence of Fu Xiting's rights.

  The background of this person who sat in a high position at a young age is far less simple than what others see.

  In the reception room, the lights were flickering, Fu Xiting was leaning on the sofa with a book, the warm yellow light fell on him, adding a bit of softness to him.

  When Mr. Zhao came in, the two cats rushed out from his feet as if following orders.

   His hairs stood on end in fright.

  My young heart was beating wildly, and it took me a long time to stand still and pant before calming down.

  As for Fu Xiting, looking at the old man standing in shock at the door, he had no intention of getting up. He reached out to close the number, sat on the sofa, and stared at him.

  Like a high-ranking person, with a little indifference to all living beings.

   "Old Zhao, please."

  Fang Chi's request was meant to urge.

  Old Master Zhao stepped in and sat opposite Fu Xiting. Fang Chi brought tea in a timely manner and placed it in front of him.

  The old man looked down at the water cup on the coffee table, and smiled with a smile on his lips: "I dare not drink Fu Dong's tea, old man."

   These words are undoubtedly connotative.

  The cup of tea that contained Jiang Yi almost killed his son.

   "If you seek something, you will have the means. Does Mr. Zhao feel that there is something in him that I want?"

  The implication of Fu Xiting's words is that I have a request for you, so I will find a way to use means against you.

   A man with nothing in his hands is not worth his troubles.

   "Dong Fu's words mean that Mrs. Fu did not do this without motive?"

  Fu Xiting took a sip of coffee without haste.

   "Then please tell Mr. Zhao what the motive is."

  Master Zhao stared at Fu Xiting with cold eyes.

   "Young man, too rampant may not be a good thing, what does Director Fu think?"

  Fu Xiting seemed to have heard some joke, and suddenly burst out laughing. Fang Chi's hearty laughter seemed to be caught by something.

   "Rampant?"

   "Mr. Zhao wants to establish dignity in front of me?" Fu Xiting still had that contemptuous expression.

"The weather in the capital is not what it was 40 years ago. Mr. Zhao wants to use his former status to suppress me? Don't you look at who is in charge now," bang, the man put the cup in his hand on the table. superior.

   His eyes were slightly angry: "I am Fu Xiting's woman, but it is not your turn to bully me."

   "It's fine if there is a Zhao Ying in the Zhao family, and now there is an old Zhao. I think the intrigue between women is that the little girls are ignorant, and the old Zhao is so ignorant with people who are half in the yellow earth?"

   "Director Fu is going to put the **** bowl on Zhao's head."

  He finally understood that Fu Xiting invited him here today to settle accounts.

   "Old Zhao dares to say that he has a clear conscience?"

   "You are talking about serving the country, family, benevolence, righteousness and morality on the table, but there are actually a lot of dirty tricks, right?"

  (end of this chapter)