Mr. Fu had just regained his breath. Fu Shiyan stayed in the company almost day and night, and the people in the secretary's office followed suit.
"You don't give me any rest time. Mr. Fu is working too hard." One of them vomited bitterness.
"Who says otherwise? Ever since Mr. Fu turned the corner, Mr. Fu has regarded the company as his home..."
"Maybe we are not allowed to fail again..."
Secretary Huo walked in with documents in his arms and heard the employees' mutterings. He frowned and asked, "Are you very free?"
Everyone looked at each other.
"It's a special period, just get over it," Secretary Huo wanted to say, just wait until Jiang Shu comes back, but the words turned into, "Just wait until this period is over."
After finishing his business, Fu Shiyan often sat in the lounge in a daze. There were thousands of lights outside, but now none of them belonged to him.
He had never cared about this before, until he met Jiang Shu, and for the first time he felt attached to and looked forward to "home".
Jiangcheng. How is she doing in Jiangcheng? What is she doing now?
After returning from the airport, he went to see his grandfather. In the old house, his grandfather nodded seriously, "Yes."
Fu Shiyan closed his eyes and made sure that what Qingying said was true.
Overwhelming regret came over me.
He didn't elaborate, but Grandpa had a general guess. He patted his grandson on the shoulder and said, "Jiang Shu is a good woman. I feel relieved to have her by your side, but I don't feel relieved to have you by her side."
"
This is very mysterious.
"It's hard to have both ends of the world, but try to do it better and don't let others down."
That night Fu Shiyan stayed at the old house. He did not go back to the master bedroom. Instead, he sat in the study and listened to the gurgling rain outside.
I remember one time, right here, he was angry because Jiang Shu had touched a small photo, and she cried. Thinking about it now, he was really a bastard. When he realized this, Fu Shiyan suddenly realized that he cared about her without knowing it.
Deep into the bone marrow.
Two months later.
At the beginning of the month, there was finally exciting news for investors who bought Fu's shares. A German bank and several investment banks invested US$500 million in Fu's. Related analysts said that such a large-scale investment would accelerate the development of the domestic Internet and
Save Mr. Fu from dire straits.
Is it dire straits? Not yet.
Fu Shiyan finally appeared in front of the media after many days. His spirits were obviously much better, and everyone was silent.
He said: "I am very welcome to meet a powerful opponent, but the premise is that this opponent must be really powerful and not just a bluff."
One sentence explained that a few days ago, he just didn't bother to respond. If this battle was to start, he would definitely not give in.
It seemed that one could glimpse the man who had restrained his sharp edge and re-opened his wings.
After getting into the car, Mo Yi nodded to him and drove the car to a certain place with understanding.
In fact, he was very busy. Secretary Huo was discussing business with him and asked with a frown: "Do you think Zhou will continue to attack?"
"If Fu's stock has not hit the bottom, they will not take advantage of it." Fu Shiyan replied, feeling depressed and sensitive. Zhou had obviously planned it for a long time. How could he give up so easily? There might be even bigger moves.
"Is there any news?" the man in the back seat suddenly asked.
Secretary Huo was silent for a moment, "...not yet. Our people have searched almost all over Jiangcheng, but there is still no news."
The car stopped, and the street trees outside the car window were all dark yellow. Autumn has arrived again, and this season always makes people feel discouraged.