Fu Xizhou and Gu Beisheng looked at each other and answered the phone.
"Hello."
On the other side of the phone, the man spoke first.
Calm and reserved, very magnetic.
It's Mr. Chen!
Fu Xizhou's breath tightened, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Gu Beisheng patted his back gently and then came back to his senses: "Is this Mr. Chen?"
"it's me."
Fu Xizhou whispered: "Are you free this weekend?"
"I think I don't have any business to do with Mr. Fu." Mr. Chen rejected him directly.
Fu Xizhou was rejected for the first time.
I couldn't see Mr. Chen's face, but I could only hear his voice.
This familiar voice reminded him of many memories of his elder brother.
At this moment, he was even more certain that he was his eldest brother.
He asked in a low voice: "I heard that Mr. Chen came out to work hard and hasn't gone back for many years. When do you plan to go home?"
This question is ambiguous.
If he were the eldest brother, he would definitely answer.
However, Mr. Chen smiled lazily: "Where can a person like me, who licks blood from the tip of a knife, have a home?"
Fu Xizhou frowned and almost asked if he was Fu Qingjue.
But reason suppressed his excitement.
If it is true as Sheng'er said, what is his last resort?
If the phone is monitored, this problem will only bring trouble to the elder brother.
He was greatly moved, and after a while, he pretended to be a stranger and said, "Since Mr. Chen is unwilling to cooperate with Fu, so be it. I wish you all the best."
There was silence on the other side of the phone for several seconds before he replied in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, and I wish you happiness."
After hanging up the phone this time, Fu Xizhou suddenly felt uncomfortable and looked lonely.
"It's him."
Gu Beisheng nodded, she also heard it.
Mr. Chen does not seem like a person who is willing to chat with others, especially the last sentence, which seems to be a blessing that he mustered up a lot of courage to say.
What he said was like a warning.
Fu Xizhou also understood it tacitly and did not reveal anything more.
Fu Xizhou looked at her: "Sheng'er, we are in Myanmar and Vietnam. Let's stay for a while. I want to take some time to check the current situation of my eldest brother."
Gu Beisheng nodded: "Okay."
At the same time, the president's office on the 17th floor of Huaihua Group Myanmar-Vietnam Branch.
Mr. Chen stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and beside him stood a white-haired old man in his sixties or seventies.
Mr. Chen nodded slightly, his expression and body movements expressed a kind of respect.
The old man looked at him, his eyes full of scrutiny: "Xiao Chen, you think about each sentence for three seconds and still leave a blessing. This is not like you."
The old man's tone was tentative, his expression was meaningful, and a suffocating sense of majesty spread throughout the room.
Mr. Chen smiled faintly and asked: "If we can become friends, why should we become our enemies?"
The old man smiled meaningfully, his eyes gleaming a little.
Mr. Chen always had a faint smile on his lips, which seemed to be his protective umbrella.
"How long have you been following me?"
"Ten years."
"Not bad." The old man nodded, his eyes like an eagle: "Do you want to eat this piece of fat meat from the Fu family?"
Mr. Chen clenched his hands behind his back into fists and asked respectfully in a low voice: "What do you mean by Mr. Huo?"
"Fu Qingjue is dead. The only young and capable Fu family member is Fu Xizhou. Anyway, he is suffering from stubborn diseases and will not live long. It is better to give him a ride to save him from the hard work of living. I am old, and this matter