Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 115 115: Confrontation with Jun Chu

When Jiang Yi received the call from Fu Xiting, everyone became energetic.

The person she didn't even bother to save her phone number now called her in person. Jiang Yi said he wasn't shocked, which was a lie.

The two of them had just finished their battle of wits and courage at the bazaar, and they still had to be tortured when they returned home?

Jiang Yi didn't dare to think about it.

"I'm downstairs at your house, come out."

Jiang Yi:.

"Dr. Fu, the capitalists need to let people take a breather, right?"

Fu Xiting held a cigarette and leaned on the back seat with his mobile phone. The cool breeze blowing in from the window made the cigarette in the man's hand flicker.

The warm yellow light on the side of the road in the community shone down and fell on this man.

Inexplicably, it felt like there was a layer of warmth covering his body.

"Two hours, five hundred thousand, do you want it?"

Fu Xiting now spends money on Jiang Yi. He probably knows Jiang Yi's lifeline, and he also knows that this girl loves money.

The man's slender fingertips stretched out the window and tapped the ashes.

"What money? I don't earn dirty money."

Jiang Yi is a principled person.

She had to think about whether she had the ability to earn the money Fu Xiting sent to her door.

If this man pulls some tricks, won't she lose more than she earns?

"A cocktail party for a Spanish businessman, two hours."

"Wait for me," Jiang Yi perked up as soon as he heard this.

I changed into some crisper clothes and went downstairs.

When he opened the door, he looked around, as if he was afraid that Yi Tian and Jiang Chuan would know.

Jiang Yi opened the door and at first glance saw a man leaning on the back seat smoking.

Fu Xiting at this time was different from the day.

He was like a leopard with its sharp claws retracted, exuding a lazy aura all over his body.

Just like the little kitten at home, lying lazily on the balcony and licking its paws.

Jiang Yi inexplicably felt that his idea was a bit weird and trembled.

Go around to the other side, open the door and get in the car.

At the window on the second floor, the gauze curtain was slightly raised. Yi Tian stood there in her pajamas, looking at Bentley walking away, feeling her fingertips tremble slightly.

At the end of 2009, when the Spring Festival was approaching, Jiang Fu was invited to attend a cocktail party held by the Four Nations Group hosted by the Dongting Group. It was said to be a cocktail party, but it was just a cocktail party with top businessmen from five countries sitting together to drink and chat about interesting things about each country.

What I saw and heard was at most one or two sentences of useful information inserted into the conversation.

But even so, there are gains.

Jiang Yi knows very well that rich people often have a purpose when they say they want to go out for a drink. Otherwise, how could someone like Fu Xiting waste his time having a drink with someone who doesn't matter?

Dongting Group's Fu Dong's time is measured in seconds. This is a saying often said by students at Capital Business School.

Just because once upon a time, a piece of Fu Xiting's time schedule was circulated on the upper reaches of the Internet.

In human terms, he wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a dog. Most of his rest time is spent on the plane.

Two hours, five hundred thousand, not easy to earn.

In the past, Jiang Fu definitely looked down upon this small amount of money.

But today——Although mosquitoes are small, they are still meat.

People in real society know that the road to prosperity is paved with money.

As the car drove away, Fu Xiting reached out to press the window and cast his deep gaze on the figure behind the curtain on the second floor window.

After a long time, the man curled his lips slightly and withdrew his eyes from the closed car window.

There are many poor people in this world.

"Information," Fu Xiting handed the folder in his hand to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi picked it up and flipped through it casually: "What do you need me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just listen to our chat as my fiancée."

Jiang Yi:.

There was a private winery, with walls full of red wine, and two Spanish businessmen sitting in a dark environment. When Jiang Yi followed Fu Xiting in, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the corner at first glance.

Lin Jingzhou was sitting next to the Spanish businessman. When he saw Fu Xiting coming, he stood up slightly, stretched out his hand to button the suit he had just unbuttoned, and showed him basic etiquette.

The moment Jiang Jing saw Lin Jingzhou, Fu Xiting's hand fell on her waist at the right time. The man greeted the Spanish businessman in fluent English and introduced Jiang Yi to him: "My fiancée, Jiang Yi."

"This is Mr. Devon."

Jiang Yi came to his senses and slightly raised the corners of his lips to greet the other party: "Hello."

"Mr. Fu has two people. I thought he was a translator, but I never thought he was his fiancée."

The Spanish businessman laughed and teased.

After all, Fu Xiting was a veteran who hung out in shopping malls. He smiled and said, "My fiancée is more important than my translator."

Lin Jingzhou's eyes fell on Fu Xiting, and he teased with a smile: "I have long heard that Fu Dong and his fiancée are inseparable. When we meet today, they really live up to their reputation."

The scene at today's bazaar had already spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. When he went out, the girl in the translation department was still speculating on the relationship.

He is nothing more than a rich businessman like Fu Xiting, who has a trillions of wealth at a young age, has stepped on the former richest man in the country, and has been on the global wealth list for many years. A man will not bend for any woman. As long as he is willing,

With just a few clicks of his fingers, there were dozens of women standing in front of him, naked and swaying.

And his fiancée, a female college student who has not even left school, even though she has some status in the capital, is far less than one ten thousandth of Fu Xiting's.

This love story between a business tycoon and a female college student will not last long after all.

When Fu Xiting heard what Lin Jingzhou said, his arms around Jiang Yi's waist tightened slightly. The man opened his thin lips inexplicably: "Lin Fan's words are good."

Lin Jingzhou had no idea that many years later, when he was pinned to the ground and witnessed the wedding of Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi, someone would give him this sentence.

At that time, he could not be described with just four words: heartbreaking.

At that time, it was too late for him to regret.

The four of them sat down. Jiang Yi's purpose of coming today was the same as Lin Jingzhou's.

Fu Xiting communicated with the Spanish merchants in fluent English, talking and laughing. When talking about Jiang Yi, she cleverly picked up a few words.

Then the topic returned to Fu Xiting.

"What major did Miss Jiang study?" a Spanish businessman asked Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi leaned back on the chair, her aura completely inconsistent with her age.

"Majoring in Art, minoring in International Negotiation."

Lin Jingzhou's eyes tightened when he heard the word international negotiation.

He looked at Jiang Yi with a somewhat searching gaze.

When the Spanish businessman heard this, he seemed to be surprised: "I don't think you are interested in international negotiations."

Jiang Yi held a glass of non-alcoholic drink, stirred the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass with a straw, and said with a smile: "It is inaccurate to define a person by his appearance, Mr. Devin."

Bang————The cup in Lin Jingzhou’s hand fell to the ground and the flowers scattered.

(End of chapter)