Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 246 247: Mr. Fu invites you to go

The Internet industry itself is Dongguo's home field.

But 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, they wouldn't lose completely in this arena.

That 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, the negotiator of Ridong Kingdom 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's 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 the distance between tax points 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 dropped the pen in his hand on the table: "There is a saying in country Z that rumors stop at wise men. Your words really make me doubt your IQ. Mandela, Harvey, Mo Hammad Nasheed has been in prison, do you know why he can still sit 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 your own mistakes and delusional to pin the shit on others."

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

Wen Sirui sat next to Jiang Yi, frightened by her powerful aura and didn't say a word for a long time.

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

It is the god who overlooks all living beings 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 embarrassing 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 rumors are rumors is that they are 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 named 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 with a smile on their faces.

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

And like Wen Sirui, he suddenly felt that Jiang Yi was the god 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 go."

Old Mr. Zhao should be Zhao Zhen's father as Fu Xiting said.

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'm not sure, I just follow Mr. Zhao's orders," the middle-aged butler stood behind a few bodyguards, and responded to Jiang Chuan's words with rigidity.

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

Seeing Jiang Chuan's tough attitude, the middle-aged housekeeper nodded, "What Mr. Zhao means is that if Ms. Jiang doesn't cooperate, we can only go to Mr. Jiang."

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

A mere old man wants to stop her?

What international joke are you playing?
Jiang Yi bypassed the butler 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 the person.

Then he turned around slowly, his eyes fell on the housekeeper, with a slightly contemptuous smile.

"Is it difficult to prepare for the strong?"

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

The middle-aged official said this appropriately.

It seemed that Jiang intended to make things difficult for him at this moment.

"Is it difficult for you?"

"Yes," the man responded affirmatively.

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

When the stalemate was at an end, 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 his stalemate a bit.

This afternoon, before the old housekeeper 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 old, can I imitate Qin Shihuang's immortality if I don't restrain myself?"

"Master Zhao is back, does that 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 is a lot of discussion online.

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

As soon as Jiang Yi got into the car, Fu Xiting called.

On the other side, the man's tone was calm: "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 Xiaowen 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's older than me. If you call her Xiaowen, do you want to call me Xiaojiang?"

On which side Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to tug on the tie, the man who just came out of the tea room was smeared with the scent of tea: "Honey, 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 crashed straight out of the car park 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 door shut, and ran towards Jiang Yi.

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

Today, two pieces of news on the Internet 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, 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.

Wen Sirui hadn't parked the car until he returned to Yu Garden, when he saw the rich man in beige home clothes standing in the yard teasing the cat.

In her impression, there are very few men who can stand out in white.

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

A man is standing in the bright April sun with a stalk of dogtail, 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 dog's tail 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.

In a moment, Jiang Yi took over the dog's tail grass from him, and took over the job of teasing the cat.

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

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

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

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

"Arranged?" Jiang Yi stood beside Fu Xiting with a cat teasing stick and asked shallowly.

"That's it."

"I don't know if that old man is his opponent," Jiang Yi said in a worried voice.

Fu Xiting smiled and touched her head: "Even if not, it's not you who suffer."

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

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

It's just that now that he's older, he's retired.

"You raised a good granddaughter."

Mr. Zhao opened his mouth with a sarcasm.

Although Mr. Jiang's status was not low when he was young, he was still inferior to 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.

Mr. Jiang was very embarrassed: "We really don't know the cause and effect of this matter, but if Mr. 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," Old Zhao said coldly and angrily.

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

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

Looking at it first, he 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 too loud nor too soft, so Mr. Zhao in the room naturally heard it.

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

So wild.

"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 can't help but know.

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

The car went up the winding mountain road all the way, and the winding street lights looked like Yulong lanterns on the moat.

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

It 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, two cats rushed out from his feet as if following orders.

He was so scared that his hairs stood on end.

The heart that was not young was mobilizing frantically, and it took a long time to stand still and pant before it calmed down.

As for Fu Xiting, looking at the shocked old man standing at the door, he didn't intend to get 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 of looking down on all living beings.

"Old Zhao, please."

Fang Chi's request carried the meaning of urging.

Mr. 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 in the connotation.

A cup of tea with Jiang Yi in it almost killed his son.

"If there is seeking, there is means. Does Mr. Zhao feel that there is something in him that I seek?"

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 your motive is."

Mr. 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.

"furious?"

"Old Zhao wants to stand 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. .

With slightly angry eyes: "I, Fu Xiting's woman, it's not your turn to bully me."

"That's all there is to Zhao Ying, but now there's Mr. Zhao. The intrigue among women is just a ignorance of the girls, and Mr. Zhao is so ignorant of a half-brothered man?"

"Director Fu is going to put the shit 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)