Jiang Shu didn't force it. A rich person's style is engraved in his bones. He can eat market food once, but he may not eat it a second time.
So she ate with gusto alone. The charcoal-grilled squid was very fresh and bursting with juice. "I regret it a little, Fu Shiyan."
"What do you regret?"
"That memory hurt Sister Zhuo so deeply. It seems unethical for me to find ways to get close to her and remind her of the past." Jiang Shu fell into his own paradox.
In fact, over the years, she has rarely been soft-hearted to clients because of her work. Regardless of emotions, bonuses are the most important. As long as she can win the order, nothing else matters.
But it seems different this time. After all, Sister Zhuo only had eight years of youth. After being hurt, she still wanted to return the scumbag's things so that he could make a lot of money. Why?
The smell of seafood hit the tip of his nose. Fu Shiyan subconsciously wanted to press his eyebrows. He raised his hand halfway and put it down again.
"Do you still remember the full name of the Sister Zhuo you are talking about?"
Jiang Shu stopped chewing and said, "...Chen Zhuofeng."
Fu Shiyan picked up her leftover sign and unconsciously folded it in half to play with, "The boss of Jingfeng Company is called Wang Jing, and he is still unmarried."
Jiang Shu only knew Wang Jing's English name, but she didn't expect that there was such a thing. She suddenly realized, "Damn, so, this company uses their two names?"
There were food remnants hanging from her mouth. Strangely, Fu Shiyan didn't think she was sloppy, but simply added, "Chen Zhuofeng is married."
"What!" Jiang Shu's theory was overturned. He grabbed his wrist in surprise and asked, "How do you know if it's true or false?"
Fu Shiyan said nothing and focused his gaze on her slender hands.
Yes, in their circle, it should be easy to understand these things.
"In other words, Chen Zhuofeng has given up on getting married, but Wang Jing is still obsessed with using the two people's names as the company's name. It is actually him who can't let go. But since he has given up on it, why doesn't Song Ke get the IP copyright?"
All this information was sent to Fu Shiyan's mobile phone half an hour ago. He only found out about it. The other party was even surprised: "Mr. Fu, why are you suddenly concerned about this small business?"
He typed the reply with one hand: Help employees complete their performance.
Jiang Shu was still talking to herself. She was smart and quickly figured it out, "In other words, my breakthrough was not actually Sister Zhuo, but Wang Jing. I know!"
She took out a tissue and wiped her hands, and was about to leave. In the end, she seemed to feel like burning a bridge, and sat back down with a smile: "Fu Shiyan, are you really not going to eat it? The seafood at this stall is pretty good. How about I order some more? You can do whatever you want.
Take your pick, I’ll pay for it today.”
It's very difficult to get a tough cock like her to pluck her hair.
However, Fu Shiyan replied calmly: "I'm allergic to seafood."
"..." Jiang Shu froze on the spot, finished and didn't remember.
Fu Shiyan had already stood up and threw the broken stick in his hand into the trash can. "You are the most irresponsible employee I have ever hired."
"I... forgot to bring that piece of paper today," Jiang Shu said, then picked up the untouched box of folded ear roots and caught up with Fu Shiyan's broad and tall figure, "If you don't eat seafood, there are still folded ear roots. Do you want to eat them?
Ah? Mr. Fu? That's fine."
The box of folded ear roots was forcefully thrust in front of Fu Shiyan's eyes, and he frowned. Although he had always known about this thing, it looked like grass roots and he had never touched it.