Fu Shiyan had just withdrawn from the entertainment and tightened his coat while looking at the boundless night. Not long after, a young man wearing glasses followed behind him. He looked a little immature, but the ambition in his eyes was hard to ignore.
The assistant handed him an umbrella: "It's raining outside, Mr. Meng."
Meng Wenxin.
It was him who, in two years, allowed Mr. Fu to achieve three consecutive jumps on his original trajectory, and also made him jump from a small employee to the general manager of the headquarters. You can imagine how ruthless and decisive he is in doing things.
Many people commented that Fu's Meng Wenxin was by no means a piece of cake. Countless companies were looking at him and wanted to poach him, but they failed.
And this upstart from Haicheng was holding an umbrella to shield the man in black from the rain while he was smoking at the door. He respectfully shouted: "Director Fu."
The smoke was mostly wet by the wind and rain. Fu Shiyan glanced sideways, "The cash flow in the hands of Guangguang Capital can drown three generations of your nine tribes. It would be strange if you go to touch them and not be retaliated."
His voice was so deep that Meng Wenxin lowered his head unconsciously, "I was offended, mainly because there was something wrong with the intelligence, otherwise I wouldn't have missed it."
Rather confident.
Fu Shiyan finished smoking a cigarette, and the cigarette butt was wet by the rain.
He didn't know what he thought of, "How long have you been following me?"
"...It's been almost two years."
Two years ago, Fu Shiyan inspected the branch. There was a problem with the project and the whole department was in chaos. Only Meng Wenxin remained calm and calm and took action to solve the problem.
Fu Shiyan saw him and took him directly back to the headquarters for training.
He was smart enough, well-measured, young and hard-working. Fu Shiyan valued him more than ordinary people. When he didn't show up, Meng Wenxin was handling everything for him.
Everyone is guessing whether he is starting to train a successor.
There have been so many rumors that Meng Wenxin may have felt this way himself.
"Two years." Fu Shiyan narrowed his black eyes, seeming to sigh, "I haven't even cooked a wolf like you."
His words were like the anger of an emperor, and Meng Wenxin's face became confused, "Dr. Fu, I have never betrayed you, and I have never had the same intention!"
Fu Shiyan raised his eyes and said, "I just said casually, why are you in a hurry? The hand holding the umbrella is even unsteady."
"...I, I just don't want to be misunderstood by you." Meng Wenxin lowered his head, "Guangguang did offer high returns to tempt me, but I didn't fall for it."
Fu Shiyan tapped his fingertips but said nothing.
This kind of silence is the most annoying.
"...Fu Dong."
Fu Shiyan immediately smiled: "I said it, just casually."
Mo Yi arrived by car and stood firmly on the side of the road, waiting for him to finish the matter.
Fu Shiyan didn't know what he was thinking of, and the corners of his mouth were a little gentler, and he curled his lips, "Zheng Cheng just got you out of trouble. Keep a low profile. Not every time I can help you out."
Meng Wenxin broke into cold sweat all over his body, "I will pay attention and will never trouble you again."
Mo Yi got out of the car with an umbrella and greeted Fu Shiyan. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around and said, "I'll give you a master of intelligence and let him report tomorrow."
Meng Wenxin was stunned.
Fu Shiyan got into the back seat, and Putao was sitting in the corner, with a bulging face and a pouty mouth, looking very angry.
Fu Shiyan's indifference and hostility were dispelled, and he laughed, "What's wrong, Miss? Who made you unhappy?"
"Mom!" she said angrily.
Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows.
Mo Yi was the first to explain: "My sister said that she was temporarily busy and couldn't see the grapes, so she asked me to leave first."