Mr. Fu ran away again today

"Don't worry, just listen to me slowly." Fu Chuxi knew that Mo Chen would object, but he didn't expect his reaction to be so strong.

"You have to listen to me first!" Mo Chen was anxious, and he forgot that Fu Chuxi hated people getting close, so he grabbed Fu Chuxi's hand, "If you like to listen to operas, you can go to them on weekdays, and whoever you want to praise, you can do it secretly , don’t let anyone know about it! Those bastards on the island stretch their necks one by one, waiting for you to make a mistake, so be careful and let them catch you!”

Fu Chuxi looked calm: "I bought everything."

"Can I get a refund?" Mo Chen asked.

Fu Chuxi frowned and glanced at him: "Do you think it is possible?"

"I can't..." Mo Chen thought for a while, "Then how much money you give to this theater troupe will be treated as a gift to the troupe master, and the account will be settled with the money from me. From now on, we will treat it as nothing. What's the matter, you haven't done it, and I don't know!"

Fu Chuxi pursed her thin lips slightly, but said nothing.

"Are you listening to me?" Mo Chen grabbed Fu Chuxi's hand and asked eagerly.

Mr. Fu put the glazed bowl on the low table, first withdrew his hand from Mo Chen, and then handed an envelope to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen remembered that when he invited Mr. Fu back, he said that as long as he wanted to leave, he would let him go if he returned the five-year contract they had signed to him.But I didn't expect that Mr. Fu would run away after only two years.

Mo Chen jumped up and said angrily: "You have caused trouble and are going to throw this blame on me and run away by yourself?!"

Fu Chuxi: "..."

The more Mo Chen thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his eyes twinkled, pitiful.

Fu Chuxi was stunned by his stare: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, you are not a stray cat or dog. Take a look first before talking."

Mo Chen hummed twice, stood aside and opened the envelope, and saw a contract, but it was not theirs, but Fu Chuxi signed it with Chen Jiaban in the name of Mochen Island, and it was a three-year contract.

Even Mo Chendao's seal was used, this matter is considered a certainty.Because there is such a rule in the first fifty or so island rules that the contract sealed by Mochen Island cannot be broken.

In other words, if Fu Chuxi stamped this seal on a contract of sale with Mo Chen's name written on it, he would have to admit it.

Pooh!You shouldn't have handed over the seal to him in the first place, and you should have said stupid things that believed in his vision!

Mo Chen knew that he had slapped him in the face, so he was furious, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on Fu Chuxi.

Thinking about it made me very depressed, and regardless of the white clothes, I sat down on the ground, reached out and found a small wine jar from under the bamboo couch, uncorked it angrily, and poured it into my mouth.

A gust of wind blew by, and the peach petals were carried by the wind, falling on Mo Chen.

Mo Chen just leaned against Fu Chuxi's robe and drank the wine. After he drank half of the pot, Fu Chuxi said, "I have read the island rules."

"Hmph." Island Master Mo was still angry.

Fu Chuxi couldn't help but find it funny when he saw that he was still in his early twenties and acted like a child.

Mr. Fu: "It is written in the island's regulations that it is not allowed to support opera troupes."

Island Master Mo: "Hmph."

Mr. Fu: "My contract is a contract of cooperation, can you see it clearly?"

Island Master Mo: "Hmph."

Mr. Fu patiently explained: "This means that the Chen family class is the Chen family class, not your Chen family class on Mochen Island. I will give them two sums of money in two years, and they must earn money within the time I set. To the profit we agreed upon, of course I will help them operate during this period, so as to earn the profit I want faster.”

Island Master Mo stopped humming, and looked up at Fu Chuxi in puzzlement.

"What's this called?" Fu Chuxi asked.

Mo Chen waited for him to continue, but Fu Chuxi didn't speak for a long time, just looked at him with a half-smile.

"What's your name?" Mo Chen had no choice but to ask.

At this time, Fu Chuxi picked up the shelf and poured it out: "Wine."

Mo Chen handed him the small wine jar in his hand, Fu Chuxi turned his wrist and pressed it on top of his wine jar again, with a look of disgust on his face: "I'm not from your Jianghu, I never pay attention to it, and I drink directly to the jar when I drink."

Mo Chen quickly took the wine glass that had been kept on the plate from the low table, poured a glass of wine, made it [-]% full, and handed it to Fu Chuxi.

Only then did Fu Chuxi take the wine glass, and drank it slowly.

Mo Chen waited impatiently, and asked again: "What's your name?"

"Business." Fu Chuxi smiled, "You, an island owner, don't even know how to do business?"

"I know, but I don't understand!" Mo Chen said righteously, "Isn't the existence of the island owner just to eat, drink and have fun, and then help beat back when someone bullies you?"

Fu Chuxi was really speechless now.

Of the seven sects in the Jianghu, this Mochen Island is ranked seventh. Over the years, the Jianghu has been bloody and bloody, and the list of the seven sects has changed wave after wave. Only Mochen Island has a very stable position and has never been listed. , but never moved forward.

When he and Mo Chen didn't know each other, Fu Chuxi secretly praised Mochen Island for knowing how to hide its strength and bide its time, and not to be a big tree that attracts attention.

Now it seems that it is because the island owner never pays attention.

Mo Chen drank his wine and thought for a while: "In other words, this is a business, so it's not considered raising an opera troupe to support actors?"

Fu Chuxi nodded.

"Why do I feel the same, is there a difference?"

"One is used to make money, and the other only spends money and does not make money."

"Is that so? Didn't I understand that you said it was a profitable business?"

Mr. Fu was speechless.

His feelings were wasted before, so Bai explained for a while.

After Fu Chuxi finished his business, Mo Chen dragged him to play a game of chess with him.

Mo Chen has only recently learned chess, and although he is interested in it, he is a stinky chess player.That means Fu Chuxi is patient, able to teach while playing, let Mo Chen ruin the chess, I don't know how many times.

After a game of chess, it was evening.

Fu Chuxi took the ledger out of the island, and when he looked back, the sky was full of sunset, reflecting the lone figure in white clothes holding a chess piece in a daze in the peach blossom forest, showing a bit of loneliness.

Fu Chuxi felt a lot of emotion in his heart, sighed and turned to leave.

Mo Daozhu groped for a white piece used by Fu Chuxi, and thought happily: Today compared with last time, I took more time to make a cup of tea!

Thinking of this made me feel good, and I ate two extra bowls for dinner.

Mo Chen knew that the matter of buying an opera troupe would not go smoothly, and as expected, Fu Chuxi only mentioned it at the morning meeting in the middle of the month. An elder, four hall masters, and three general managers who participated in the morning meeting all voted against it.

In fact, these three managers can see the situation clearly, and know that Mr. Fu is a good material for doing business. After only two years on the island, all the business in Mochen Island has only profit and no loss, and the income has doubled. The sect is the envy of Yishui.

But helplessly, they didn't dare to go against the elder and hall master, so they could only follow suit.But everyone knows that Fu Chuxi's eloquence is really as long as it is not rough, no one can get half of it in front of him.

Mo Chen knew even more that Fu Chuxi was a reasonable person.Not only a bunch of great truths, but also countless fallacies.

Sure enough, the elders and hall masters were at a disadvantage after a lot of verbal and verbal attacks. Fu Chuxi's question made everyone speechless, and all of them could only blow their beards and stare with anger.

If other people suggested, they could still have a "martial arts contest to win or lose", but this Mr. Fu is a businessman who doesn't know martial arts, and in the end he only made Elder Cui so angry that he kept yelling, "The one surnamed Fu will bring trouble to Mochen Island!" .

Mo Chen was eating snacks and watching the fun, thinking that you are a ruined island and I am the only one guarding it, and it is no better than the emperor's rivers and mountains, so what's wrong with it?

Fu Chuxi was calm and relaxed, sitting on the chair and blowing tea leisurely, glanced at Mo Chen who was watching the battle, and saw that Mo Chen's mouth was stuffed with pastries, and the hand hidden in his sleeve stretched out quietly, and rushed to him Thumbs up.

"Mo Chen!" Elder Cui yelled.

Mo Chen was giving a thumbs up, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and swallowed the pastry in his mouth.In the end, he choked on a mouthful of pastry and beat his chest repeatedly, Fu Chuxi quickly stepped forward and handed over the teacup in his hand, Mo Chen drank several sips of tea with his hand before smoothing down the pastry in his throat .

Mo Chen was so choked that his eyes were full of tears, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said, "Master, please tell me."

Seeing his ineffective appearance, Elder Cui didn't want to say what he said just now.

But Zuo Mo Chen is the owner of the island, and he has to make the final decision on this matter.

Elder Cui could only suppress the fire: "The island owner thinks it's inappropriate to buy a theater troupe, right?!"