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Chapter 878 Signing a contract with the Wen family

Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes, and the surveillance screen showed that it was Wenhua, but it was just another box.

She had been there, with Fu Shiyan.

There were several people in the picture, and the one in the main seat was clearly the man who had appeared in her mind. His eyes were long and slender, with a hint of ruthlessness and contempt, but his overall aura was tough.

Wen Jing sat next to him, and Qingying on the right was also there, and the others didn't recognize him.

Seeing her confusion, Lu Xun took the initiative to introduce: "Have you never met several directors of the Wen family and the Fu family?"

After he said this, she had some impression, as if she had seen him before.

"Where did you get the surveillance?"

In Fu Shiyan's territory, being able to monitor him is considered a skill.

Lu Xun didn't answer, but stared at the screen to relax.

Not long after, someone pushed open the door and walked in. It was Secretary Huo holding documents. He handed them out one after another and said: "Dr. Wen, I just received the news that Mr. Zhou is afraid that he will not be able to come. It is said that there is something wrong with Miss Wen Yuan."

Did it again."

Wen Jing looked unhappy.

Fu Shiyan curled his lower lip, and the emotion in his eyes was as if it had been tempered with ice.

"Uncle Wen, if Xiaoyuan's illness can't be cured, it's better to send her abroad." He picked up the documents and teased her.

Wen Jing's face turned blue and white, "It won't be too bad if Liang Qi stays with her."

Fu Shiyan was noncommittal, but his background was sarcastic.

"The application reform of artificial intelligence will hit the traditional industries first. Uncle Wen, thank you for your coordination." He signed his name at the bottom of the document and finished it in one go.

When several people saw him writing, they all signed.

Wen Jing sat aside, his expression moving slightly, just staring at the documents in front of him, "You know, I don't agree with your change."

Fu Shiyan nodded: "You want stability."

The old school has the conservativeness of the old school, which is almost stubborn.

"You need the support of the Wen family to explore and expand new industries. I can provide you with a prerequisite. You know what it is."

Wen Jing held on to his crutches with a solemn expression.

Fu Shiyan put one hand on the table and turned his pen unconsciously.

"If you give me this support, I will double the profits of the Wen family at the end of the year."

Wen Jing picked up the pen, signed the document, and said to himself: "Let's make Xiaoshu's birthday party public on Saturday."

After signing, he stood up and left the room with Qingying's support.

Fu Shiyan continued to write, his face was gloomy and there was no emotion.

Several directors stood up and said goodbye before Fu Shiyan raised his chin and motioned to Secretary Huo to put away all the contracts.

The pen spinning on his fingertips fell on the table with a clatter. He leaned back slightly and glanced at the direction of the surveillance camera. His eyes were aimless, but extremely intimidating.

Jiang Shu seemed to be looking at him from afar, and subconsciously moved his head.

Lu Xun slowly turned off the computer, "It seems that Saturday is a big day."

Jiang Shu's mind still had Fu Shiyan's eyes just now, which were deep and unexplorable.

"I remember Jiang Cheng is a good player in artificial intelligence. Whether it's semiconductors or blockchain, you have the advantage."

Lu Xun showed a smile that concealed his merit and fame, "It's true, Fu Shiyan is just a moth flying into the flame."

He was so confident that Jiang Shu frowned for no reason, "Fu has funds and resources from the Wen family, so he may not be able to surpass you. Don't underestimate him."

What's more, that was Fu Shiyan... there was nothing he couldn't do.

Lu Xun turned his head and said, "Rely on the resources that come from marriage? I don't care."

Jiang Shu's back stiffened.

Lu Xun knocked on the table, and Zhang Ruo brought in another box.

"I never send fakes."


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