Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 246 247: Mr. Fu, please come.

The Internet industry itself is Dongguo’s home field.

And just based on Jiang Yi's fight with Dongguo for so many years.

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

Naturally, I won't lose completely in this arena.

He greeted everyone in the room with a crushing aura of determination to win.

And there are many people in this circle with different methods. If they can't win in this aspect, they will try their best to defeat you in another aspect.

For example, when faced with Jiang Yi's crushing defeat, the negotiator from the Ritong Kingdom asked a fatal question.

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

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

Jiang Yi lowered his head, smiled lightly, then raised his eyes, his eyes falling on the other party indifferently: "If you use rumors to identify an international negotiator, then do you think Socrates and Confucius will still become everyone? The reason for rumors

It becomes a rumor because it is false. I tell you data and speak with facts, and you use scandal to question me? Are you insulting me? Or are you insulting yourself?"

"Do you doubt my words? Have you checked the data clearly? Do you know how far apart the tax points are at home and abroad? If you don't even know these most basic things, what reasons and qualifications 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 with the wise. Your words really make me doubt your IQ. Mandela, Halvi, Mo

Do you know why Mohammed Nasheed can still sit in a high position even though he has been in jail? Because there are not many people like you in this world who speak with rumors."

Jiang Yi's words only hit the ground, and every time they hit the ground, they were a fatal blow to the other party.

"It's better not to be terrible to others, to be terrible speculators and slippery, not to realize your own mistakes and to want to put the shit basin on other people's heads."

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

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

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

He is the God who overlooks and controls all living beings.

It wasn't until someone on the other side covered his lips and coughed that she suddenly came back to her senses.

He opened his mouth and broke the awkward situation: "The negotiation field is a place where data and professional knowledge speak for themselves. Is it too much to criticize a person with unfounded and unconfirmed rumors?"

"The reason why rumors are good is because they are false. Please bring something real next time."

"Negotiation is a mutually beneficial matter, what do you think of Mr. Moen?"

Wen Sirui threw the question out.

The man who was named touched his lips lightly and smiled lightly: "Yes, then let's get back to business."

The negotiation did not last long. When Jiang Yi came out of the meeting, a crowd of people followed him with smiling faces.

And Jiang Chuanchi has been silent since entering the stadium. This is Jiang Yi's home court.

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

As a group of people left the hotel, Jiang Yi was blocked in the parking lot.

"Ms. Jiang, I'm looking for an old gentleman to ask you to come over."

Mr. Zhao should be Zhao Zhen's father as Fu Xiting calls him.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan walked up to Jiang Yi, stretched out his hand to push Jiang Yi behind him to protect him: "I wonder what Mr. Zhao is doing?"

"I'm not sure, I'm just following Mr. Zhao's instructions," the middle-aged housekeeper, with several bodyguards standing behind him, responded to Jiang Chuan with force.

"Then please go back and ask clearly before you come back. If it's because of the rumors, please bear with Mr. Zhao and wait for the police's investigation results. We have no comment on the rest."

Seeing Jiang Chuan's tough attitude, the middle-aged housekeeper nodded: "Mr. Zhao means that if Miss Jiang does not cooperate, we will have to go to Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yi withdrew his gaze from Jiang Chuan, looked at the middle-aged housekeeper standing in front of him, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Then go ahead!"

A mere old man wants to stop her?

What kind of international joke are you kidding?

Jiang Yi walked around the housekeeper and was about to get in the car and leave. The bodyguard following behind stepped out and stopped her. Jiang Yi raised her eyes and looked at the person.

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

"Are you preparing to force others into a difficult situation?"

"Ms. Jiang, please don't embarrass us. We will do as you are told."

This is a fitting thing for a middle-aged official to say.

It seemed that Jiang was trying to embarrass him at this moment.

"Is this embarrassing for you?"

"Yes," the man responded affirmatively.

Jiang Yi smiled lightly and glanced at Wen Sirui, who understood and took out his cell phone to call the police.

When the stalemate continued, the police came.

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

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

Seeing that Jiang Yi was serious about it, the old housekeeper relaxed a little from his stalemate.

That afternoon, before the old housekeeper got home, the news came out.

The titles are all one-sided.

"I, Cao, are you settling the score before the results come 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. If I don't restrain myself, can I still imitate Qin Shihuang and become immortal?"

"Mr. Zhao is back. Does this mean that Zhao Zhen is dying?"

"Maybe!"

"What does Mr. Zhao want to do with 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 are watching the excitement and don't mind the matter wish they could let the bullets fly for a few more days.

As soon as Jiang Yi got in 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 with Jiang Chuan?"

"We're not here, we're separated, what's wrong?" Jiang Yi leaned on the back seat with a lazy posture.

"Someone will hit you soon, please tell Xiaowen to drive more carefully."

Little news?

Jiang Yi was made to laugh a little by Fu Xiting's name for 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 mean to call me Xiaojiang?"

Fu Xiting reached out and pulled his tie on the other side. The man who had just come out of the tea room was smelling of tea: "Baby, you have been fifty for two lifetimes. Are you sure you are still young?"

"Being young is enough for this life,"

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 hand. Unexpectedly, he had just left the parking lot entrance.

A car without a license plate crashed directly out of the parking lot entrance.

Wen Sirui held the steering wheel and broke into a cold sweat.

A banging sound made Jiang Chuan, who was about to get in the car, slam the door shut and run towards Jiang Yi.

The media originally gathered in the parking lot rushed forward with cameras in their hands.

Today, two pieces of news on the Internet caused a stir in the capital.

First, the old man of the Zhao family came to Jiang Yi.

The second is that 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 happen alone.

That evening, Jiang Yi went to the hospital for a symbolic check-up.

Fu Xiting never showed up.

When Wen Sirui returned to Yuyuan, before he could park the car, he saw this chaebol boss wearing an off-white housecoat standing in the yard playing with his cat.

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

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

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

She watched Jiang Yi get out of the car and walk towards the man.

The latter changed the direction of the dog's tail grass in his hand, put his arms around Jiang Yi, lowered his head and kissed her lips, and Jiang Yi stood on tiptoes to respond to him.

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

After a moment, Jiang Yi took the dog's tail grass from his hand 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 of the love between these two people.

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

"Have the arrangements been made?" Jiang Yi stood next to Fu Xiting with a cat teasing stick and asked lightly.

"It's done."

"I don't know if that old guy is his opponent," Jiang Yi said worriedly.

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

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 was in an extremely high rank in his early years.

But now that I am older, I have retired.

"You raised a good granddaughter."

Mr. Zhao always spoke with sarcasm.

Although Mr. Jiang's position was not low when he was young, he was still inferior to Mr. Zhao. So when Mr. Zhao said this sarcastic sentence today, he had no power to refute and could only smile.

"Every one of Dafang's veins are inverse bones."

"Mr. Zhao, you know."

"I know it's one thing, but it's another thing that he dares to touch members of my Zhao family."

Mr. Zhao's words were not polite, and even more so, they sounded threatening.

Mr. Jiang was 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 over and give you an answer."

come over?

When the housekeeper standing behind Mr. Zhao heard these words, he slightly raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Jiang.

From his confrontation with Jiang Yi today, it seems that Jiang Yi doesn't care about this old man of the Jiang family.

"Then I'll wait," Mr. Zhao said with a cold and angry expression.

Before Mr. Jiang's call came out, the doorbell rang.

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

Looking at him, he bowed down and called Butler Cao respectfully.

"Assistant Fang, what is this?"

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

Cao Xu was confused: "Who to pick up?"

"Mr. Zhao."

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

Turning sideways and looking back at the door, he asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

So arrogant.

"Mr. Zhao, Director Fu asked me to treat you to a visit."

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

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

He can't help but know.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Zhao was taken into the Yu Garden grounds.

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

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

This is evidence of Fu Xiting's rights.

The background of this person who has reached a high position at such a young age is not as simple as others may 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 ran out from his feet as if they had obeyed the order.

He was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

His heart was beating wildly, and he stood there panting for a long time before calming down.

And Fu Xiting, looking at the frightened old man standing at the door, had no intention of getting up. He stretched out his hand to close the number, sat on the sofa, and stared at him.

Just like a superior person, he has a sense of indifference and contempt for all sentient beings.

"Mr. Zhao, please."

Fang Chi's request had a meaning of urging.

Mr. Zhao stepped in and sat opposite Fu Xiting. Fang Chi brought tea and placed it in front of him at the right time.

The old man lowered his eyes and glanced at the water glass on the coffee table, with a faint smile on his lips: "I don't dare to drink Mr. Fu's tea."

These words are undoubtedly connotative.

A cup of tea with Jiang meaning almost cost his son his life.

"Only when you seek a plan can you have means. Does Mr. Zhao think there is something in him that I seek?"

The implication of Fu Xiting's words is that I want something from you, so I will think of ways to use means against you.

A man with nothing is not worth his efforts.

"What Mr. Fu means is that Mrs. Fu did this without any motive?"

Fu Xiting took the coffee and took a sip calmly.

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

Mr. Zhao stared at Fu Xiting with a cold gaze.

"Young people, being too arrogant may not be a good thing, what do you think, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Xiting suddenly laughed as if he had heard some joke. The hearty laughter made Fang Chi feel as if something was gripping his heart.

"furious?"

"Mr. Zhao, do you want to establish authority in front of me?" Fu Xiting still looked contemptuous.

"The sky in the capital is no longer what it was 40 years ago. Mr. Zhao wants to use his former status to suppress me? Don't you see who is the master now?" Bang, the man put the cup in his hand on the table.

superior.

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

"It's just that Zhao Ying came out of the Zhao family, but now there's also Mr. Zhao. The intrigues between women, I just think that the girls are ignorant. How can Mr. Zhao, who has been born in the past, be so ignorant?"

"Director Fu is going to put the shit basin on Zhao's head."

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

"How dare Mr. Zhao say that he has a clear conscience?"

"You talk about benevolence, justice and morality for the country and the family, but in fact there are a lot of dirty tricks, right?"

(End of chapter)