While Rong Shu was driving to Hongmei Villa, it suddenly started to rain, and it got heavier and heavier.
When she arrived at Hongmei Villa, there was no space in the underground garage, so she had to park in the open parking lot. When she got off the car, she found that there was no umbrella in the car, so she had to put her bag on her head and rushed into the rain with gritted teeth.
The path was very close to the hall, but because of the heavy rain, Rong Shu still got wet. The cold wind blew and she shivered all over.
After the waiter saw Rong Shu, he immediately brought towels.
"Thank you." Rong Shu wiped her hair with a towel and said to the waiter, "Today is Friday, business should be good, right? Are Mr. Song and the others still playing cards in the original private room?"
Seeing what Rong Shu said, the waiter thought she was Mr. Song's friend, "Yes, private room 1103 has been reserved for Mr. Song."
After successfully getting the words out, the corners of Rong Shu's lips raised slightly.
After the waiter left, Rong Shu went to the front desk and ordered a pot of top-quality Biluochun and snacks.
She carried the plate with her front foot and walked to the private room. The glass door was pushed open with her back foot, and several men stepped in.
When Fu Jingting looked up, his eyes inadvertently passed over a row of private rooms and saw a woman pushing open the door of a private room and entering, with a slim and graceful figure.
That back view looks very similar to Rong Shu’s...
"Mr. Fu?" The man next to him saw Fu Jingting pause and asked carefully, "What's wrong?"
Fu Jingting looked away and said calmly, "It's nothing."
Rong Shu didn't know that Fu Jingting was here too, so she entered the private room with tea and a smile.
Rong Shu glanced over and saw four men sitting at the mahjong table playing mahjong in a classical-style room. They were playing mahjong and chatting. It was very comfortable. There were two bosses and young girls accompanying them.
She had read Zhongsi's information before, and quickly found Zhongsi's boss, Mr. Liang, among the four men, and walked over, "Mr. Liang."
Mr. Liang, who was playing cards, only glanced sideways at Rong Shu, "Hey, who are you?"
"I am Rong Shu from Tiansheng Company." Rong Shu put the tea and snacks on the small table and said with a smile.
"I came here to meet a friend in the afternoon. He played cards with you before and praised your skills. I thought that our two families also cooperated, so I came to say hello to you. I didn't disturb you and the bosses, right?"
Mr. Liang said oh and continued playing cards, but the man sitting on the south side of the mahjong table asked, "Is your father Rong Hao?"
"yes."
"I know your father well. We had a mahjong date before. Your father is very good at playing." The man said, scanning Rong Shu from top to bottom with a vague look.
Rong Shu ignored the uncomfortable look and replied with a smile, "Yes, my father's card skills are really good, so he can compete with you, Mr. Yue."
While the two were chatting, a round of mahjong had just finished.
He stood up and waved to Rong Shu, "My waist hurts after a round of beating. My niece, come and beat me."
Rong Shu looked embarrassed and said, "Mr. Yue, I don't know how to play mahjong."
"Your father is so good at poker, how can you be any worse?" The man continued waving, "Come here, if you really don't know how, my uncle will teach you."
Mr. Liang also spoke, "You fight for Mr. Yue. If you really don't want to fight, just go out. Don't ruin the fun."
"..." Rong Shu heard the dissatisfaction in Mr. Liang's words.
Nowadays, Tiansheng is on the verge of collapse. The capitalists are disgusted and refuse to buy it. People also expect that Tiansheng's batch of overseas goods can only be made by his family. Rong Shu must demand it from him, which is why his attitude is so arrogant.
She came here today just to seek public consideration, and she had to endure any grievances.
Rong Shu squeezed the bag tightly and suddenly let go. She stood up and went to sit with Mr. Yue. She smiled lightly and said, "If Mr. Yue doesn't mind, I will play for you. If you lose, the winnings will be yours."
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Mr. Yue then showed a satisfied smile, sat down next to Rong Shu, and patted her shoulder, "Don't be afraid, uncle will teach you."
Rong Shu turned her body to the other side and quietly avoided Mr. Yue's hand.
Soon a new round of fighting started.
Mr. Yue glanced at Rong Shu's cards, which were in a mess. Seeing that she was playing cards casually, she really didn't know how to play, so he didn't say anything to teach her. Instead, he was chatting with Mr. Liang and the others, and the manager accidentally put his hand on the back of Rong Shu's chair.
superior.
Even with Rong Shu around, several bosses spoke unscrupulously, talking about anything and occasionally using a few obscene remarks.
With that said, the topic turned to the marriage between Rong Shu and Fu Jingting.
Mr. Yue asked knowingly, "Okay, niece, how could you and Mr. Fu get divorced? Divide Mr. Fu's several hundred million in property?"
"If we don't get along, we divorce." Rong Shu pursed her lips tightly and quickly replied, "The Fu family is Mr. Fu's assets. How am I qualified to share it? I just left the house after divorce."
"Mr. Fu is so incompetent." Mr. Yue said regretfully, and looked at Rong Shu unscrupulously, "After all, you slept with him for six years, and after getting divorced, I didn't give you any compensation."
Mrs. Rong sneered in her heart.
Fu Jingting doesn't know how to behave. He is so good at it. He only has Gu Manyin in his heart. He has been married for six years and has never touched her.
If she said this, she would be laughed at by everyone.
Rong Shu suppressed her emotions and smiled back to Mr. Yue: "I don't have everything. I still have Tiansheng Company left by my father. Mr. Yue, you are an old friend of my father. I need to trouble you to help me more in the future."
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Mr. Yue laughed loudly, "Okay, niece, you have already spoken, how can uncle not help?"
Rong Shu's poker skills are really poor, and she is fooled by others.
Before the lap was finished, the wad of cash I took out of my bag was empty.
She was caught in the rain when she arrived, and the thin sweater inside was half wet. In addition, all the men in the private room were smoking. The windows were wide open, and the cold wind blew in. After blowing for a while, her head felt a little dizzy, and she kept trying to hold it back.
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Mr. Yue saw that Rong Shu's fingers were as slender as white jade. He moved his chair and put his hand on hers, "Try this."
"Niece, your hands are too cold." As he said this, Mr. Yue took the opportunity to touch Rong Shu's hands twice more.
Rong Shu wanted to withdraw her hand, but Mr. Yue held her tightly.
Mr. Yue approached Rong Shu and said to her coaxingly, "Mr. Fu won't hurt others, but uncle will. If you have anything to do, just ask uncle. Your company's overseas order should be done by Zhongsi. Uncle will talk to Liang later."
He always said, let him sign a contract with you!"
Rong Shu was already feeling uncomfortable, and when she smelled the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat on his body, her stomach began to churn.
From the time she came in, she couldn't bear it anymore.
Rong Shu pulled out her hand with force, moved her chair, and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Yue, it's hard for me to play your cards like this."
Mr. Yue was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, and he said angrily, "Niece, what's the matter with you? I still want to say good things to Mr. Liang and help your company, but why are you looking down on me?"
"You don't want to help me, you just want me to sleep with you." Rong Shu lifted off his hypocrite mask.
"As for your company, you don't even have the money to save it. It will be a matter of time before it goes bankrupt." Mr. Yue sneered, "You are really pitiful. You have been married to Mr. Fu for six years, and he didn't even help you save Tian Sheng."
Mr. Yue spoke more and more unscrupulously, "Tell me, apart from showing off your beauty, where can you get connections and money to save Tian Sheng?"
"..."
Rong Shu had already grabbed the teapot on the small table and was just about to smash Mr. Yue's head into pieces, breaking the pot and smashing it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the private room door, and then it was pushed open.
Mr. Liang was about to drive Rong Shu out. When he looked up, he saw the tall figure at the door and immediately stood up from his chair.
