Jiang Shu knew everything, but she pretended not to understand. She let sleep rage on, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The Fu family's recent situation is not very good. If the gods above fight, the people below will also suffer. There is no room for compromise.
So Fu Shiyan, as the executor, also had a headache.
This is where the big industry causes headaches. If something big happens, you have to be the first to deal with it.
Just at 7:30 last night, the domestic news ended, and it was exactly 7:30 in the morning abroad. After two hours of fermentation, by the time the stock market opened at 9:30, domestic and foreign stocks fell a lot, an unexpected percentage.
This is a huge shock and cannot be avoided.
So all the media came to visit, some were exaggerating, and some were anxiously waiting.
Fu Shiyan had a media conference last night, but because of a phone call and a voice from Jiang Shu, he rejected them all and went to pick her up in person. ωωw..net
Friends from the media waited stubbornly in the conference room all night.
In the corner, there sat a petite woman with a calm face. Wen Yuan was wearing a work uniform. She had a laptop in front of her. Like her colleagues, she was typing quickly on the keyboard to deliver news to the outside world.
Wen Yuan had stayed up all night and was inevitably a little tired. When she was resting with her eyebrows pressed, someone came over and said, "I don't know what important matter Fu Shiyan has to deal with. There are so many people."
After hearing this, Wen Yuan just smiled. Let alone these people, in fact he didn't bother to care about many things. Even if such a big turmoil broke out in the business world, he probably didn't care much.
On hand are water and meals thoughtfully sent by Fu's people. They are very sincere and extremely sorry.
But their boss might not think so.
Just as she was thinking, there was a sudden commotion ahead, "Mr. Fu is here!"
She raised her eyes.
The man was surprisingly handsome, wearing black trousers with long legs. The expression on his face seemed gentle but was actually indifferent. He felt sorry and nodded slightly, "Please be patient, the media will start soon."
The style remains undiminished.
Regarding the question about the trade war and Fu’s attitude, Fu Shiyan’s answer was so flawless that it sounded official no matter how you heard it.
Until the assistant next to me immediately picked up someone, "Wanke, Wen Yuan."
Fu Shiyan did not respond. From the corner of his eye, he saw the neat figure of the girl in the last row standing up. Her voice was very soft, "Mr. Fu, if foreign capital takes coercive measures against Fu and withdraws their technical support, how will you respond?"
Fu Shiyan's eyes looked a little far away, and something seemed to flash in his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He answered unhurriedly: "We at the Fu family have no shortage of talents."
She was really confident, showing that Fu was not afraid no matter what the other party did. Such a firm response gave many people reassurance.
Otherwise, if the trees fall and the hozens scatter, the Fu family will be finished, and so will they.
The media conference ended and a group of people escorted Fu Shiyan away. This was supposed to be a normal process.
In the evening, Fu Shiyan left the Fu family. Outside the building, a girl carrying a shoulder bag stopped his car.
Mo Yi stopped hastily and turned around to ask Fu Shiyan: This..."
Fu Shiyan was resting with his eyes closed. He didn't even open his eyes when he heard this, "Let her come up."
Wen Yuan quickly got into the car from the back seat with a bright smile, "Brother Fu, I knew you would take this path."
"Why don't you go home with the driver?" Fu Shiyan still didn't open his eyes.
"I am a worker now, how can I have a driver following me?" Wen Yuan took out a document from her bag, "I think you will be very interested in the foreign investment research document."