Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 503 An Ambitious Woman
There is a secret joy in my heart.

But his emotions were always hidden deep, and he got into the car calmly.

When the car passed by the luxury jewelry store, his eyebrows moved slightly, "Stop."

Qi Shen hurriedly stopped the car.

"President?"

"Follow me to choose a gift."

If she likes bracelets, she probably likes something else too.

He listened to what Wen Sihe said last time.

Women still have to coax.

She must let her know that with Shen Sheng, she won't gain anything, but with him, it's different.

For a while, Fu Yancheng didn't know what was going on with his thoughts.

It stands to reason that he should dislike Shengmian's dirty stuff.

A flirtatious woman.

A fickle woman.

But he actually hoped that she would leave Shen Sheng, at least for the sake of money, and come to him.

He stopped in front of a row of necklaces. Apart from that bracelet, he didn't actually have any jewelry that he liked.

It was a coincidence that the bracelet was brought from the Jewelry Exhibition Center last time.

And now the goods in these counters, like this one that has been displayed on the counter for a long time, are actually mostly left over by rich people.

Fu Yancheng never went shopping before, but he still watched it here for 10 minutes today.

Then, he frowned and left directly.

Back in the car, he said, "You can contact the jewelry exhibition center in China and ask them to send you a gift."

Qi Shen glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

Fu Yancheng still had that unmoving expression.

Qi Shen has followed him for so many years, but he is actually very clear that the CEO's temper is really not good, he's just cold and doesn't bother to talk to other people.

It would be terrible for someone to stir up his anger, and he would never want to see this day.

"Okay, I'll contact you right away."

Fu Yancheng took the documents on the side and put them on his knees, feeling much better.

What he didn't know was that after Sheng Mian deposited all the money into the account, he began to think about doing something.

She called Wen Zhao and asked about the details of the script. When she heard that the script was written by Wen Sihe, Sheng Mian frowned.

Wen Sihe is indeed very famous as a screenwriter. If he can act in his script, it means that the next year will be a big hit.

Wen Zhao is already famous now, and Sheng Mian also likes his acting skills.

If investing in movies can help Wen Zhao tide over difficulties and make money, then why doesn't she invest, since she has money now anyway.

On the other hand, after Wen Zhao went to the company, the boss directly threw the contract in his face.

His face hurts from being smashed, and he heard the other party scold him.

"I thought you could win Wen Sihe as the leading man in the script, but you are such a waste that you were replaced. Now that the betting agreement has failed, pack your contract well and go to Tongxing Entertainment to report immediately. They bought you at a high price."

Wen Zhao's pupils shrank violently, and he felt dizzy for a while.

"President, can you see that I have made money for the company?"

Before he could finish speaking, another cup of coffee was poured over.

There were already coffee stains on Wen Zhao's clothes, but now there were new ones, he just felt very humiliated, and slowly clenched the hand hanging on one side, then loosened it weakly.

"If I go to Tongxing Entertainment, I will die."

The boss looked at him with contempt in his eyes.

"The male number one who didn't win the script, you are useless to the company. I will sell you to Tongxing Entertainment now, and you can still earn hundreds of millions. You are just ignorant. If you follow President Du, she is willing to spend money to support you. Maybe you can even win the Oscar."

The last sentence was mocking him.

Wen Zhao felt even more humiliated, and his eyes were red.

But he can't do anything, he signed a prostitution contract with this company, everything is not up to him.

If he rises up now, he will be in huge debts and sent to prison in no time.

These people have a lot of means, and he has already seen them before.

"I see."

He turned to leave, but the boss spoke again.

"Serve Mr. Du well, and don't let your fans down."

In the eyes of fans, he is a high-ranking star and their male god.

But in the eyes of these capitalists, he is just a ball that can be kicked around.

(End of this chapter)