Wensu looked directly at him calmly, "Mr. Zhou asked me to come. He asked me to send you some information."
Fu Shiyan leaned against the door, looking a little careless, "What information."
"Information on response to this crisis."
Wensu seemed a little afraid of him, trying to calm down, and the hand holding the information was shaking slightly.
Fu Shiyan stepped aside, and Wensu followed in. He saw the messy big bed at first sight, and looked away at a loss. Fu Shiyan sat down on the sofa leisurely, "Are you afraid of me?"
Wen Su smiled, "You are the executor of the Fu family. I must be the only one who is afraid."
He motioned for her to sit down, and calmly took out the cigarette case, "Zhou Liangqi asked you to come up with what you want to say."
Wensu was stunned, "Did you know that he brought a message to you?"
Fu Shiyan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. It was not a cigarette that he usually smoked, but a cigar. He calmly turned it over with his fingertips, thinking clearly.
When Wensu saw that he was silent, he sat down and put the information aside, "The 600 million allocated by the superiors have already been wasted."
These are Zhou Liangqi’s original words.
Fu Shiyan's gaze always stayed on the beating sunlight on the window sill.
That day in the castle in the air, he rejected the shortcut offered by Mr. Huang, so now he will naturally have to endure the crisis caused by the backlash, and those few people will not let him get through it so easily.
Fu Shiyan was mentally prepared.
Wensu continued: "What Mr. Zhou means is that when the Fu family is in crisis, he can step in to calm it down, or he can turn around funds for the Fu family, but there is a condition."
Fu Shiyan lit a cigar, and when the smoke puffed out, he spoke: "Tell me."
"He wants Fu to change the situation where power is centralized from top to bottom and allow foreign capital to enter."
Wensu had no confidence in saying this.
The man chuckled lightly when he heard this, "You, Mr. Zhou, will kill me if you don't want me to die."
For a moment, Wensu was stunned by the smile on his lips.
"If I don't agree, your trip will be in vain."
Wensu avoided his scrutiny and said, "So."
Fu Shiyan stood up and turned his back to her, "He will punish you."
"...Mr. Zhou is compassionate and kind to me."
Wensu looked at his back and suddenly understood one thing, what kind of person Fu Shiyan was, he was the only one who invited you into the urn, no one could plot against him.
"Then you go back."
He was so decisive, Wensu frowned and said more, "Mr. Fu, aren't you afraid?"
Fu Shiyan then turned his head and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Wensu had never seen an executor who could be so calm when faced with a disaster like him. Today was an eye-opener, and he said, "If Mr. Fu had not been able to persevere, Mr. Zhou would have received more than what he asked for now."
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After all, the Fu family's grandfather was alarmed.
"What about you, do you want me to hold on, or are you unable to hold on?" As soon as these words came out, the relationship between the two people seemed to get closer.
Wensu couldn't take it anymore, "Of course I hope you can hold on. I've seen Miss Wen's interview, and she wrote that the success of the business world in the next few decades depends on you."
Fu Shiyan seemed a little surprised, "Have you read that report?"
"Mr. Fu's interviews are always popular in Haicheng."
Fu Shiyan put one hand in his pocket and walked up to Wensu with a cigar in his mouth. He did not look dissolute, but full of wildness.
Wensu lowered his eyes, unable to retreat.
"The materials have been delivered, you can go, I will sleep for a while." Unexpectedly, this was the only sentence that came to my ears.