Chapter 178: Let AI tell my fortune

Chapter 178: Let AI tell my fortune

Having his secret exposed, Wen Jin indeed fell silent, quietly awaiting Fu Yanjing's reply.

The man's cold expression returned, and he said calmly, "The Hanjiang Street next door is under development. It's a project of a subsidiary of the Fu family. I came to inspect it and just happened to be passing by."

Knowing that Wen Jinye's trust in him was almost zero, Fu Yanjing added, "There are also reporters at the construction site, and there might be some reports about it tomorrow."

Explaining too much would feel awkward, like reporting something to someone. Wen Jin also said, "I didn't mean to pry."

Speaking of journalists, Fu Yanjing naturally thought of Wen Jin's stalled work.

He later asked Xu Xiangbai, who confidently assured him that the matter had been resolved and left no trace.

But why is she still in a state of "unemployment"?

Fu Yanjing witnessed all the efforts Wen Jin made to improve financial news during those years.

"Aren't you planning to go back to Mingjing?"

Wen Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly. "I don't plan to go back."

"Why? Why weren't you sitting properly—"

Wen Jin interrupted him in a gentle tone, "Do you need to talk about these things to change the subject when you're drinking ginger soup?"

Fu Yanjing: ...

Even when he complains about talking too much, he expresses it in such a roundabout way.

I don't know whether to praise her for her high emotional intelligence and for not using hurtful words, or to complain that she thinks even half a sentence is too much for her.

Such a huge difference made Fu Yanjing unable to taste the spiciness of the ginger juice, let alone the sweetness of the added brown sugar.

Only the bitterness on the tip of the tongue spreads in circles.

*

After hanging up the phone with Wen Jin, the assistant meticulously pressed the timer.

Just as the precise two-hour countdown ended, they knocked on Wen Jinye's door.

His hair was disheveled, his forehead was sweaty, and he was panting heavily, looking like he had just finished what he was doing and rushed over.

"Reporter Wen, I've arrived. I'm within the agreed time."

"You don't need to be in such a hurry." Wen Jin also felt a little guilty. Because of her personality, she easily began to reflect on whether she had said some things that were too uncompromising when she made that phone call to Assistant Dong. "Actually, it's okay to be a little late. Have you finished your work?"

The assistant nodded. "It's all taken care of."

Since we're already here, even if the city gates catch fire, we can't let the innocent bystanders suffer. Wen Jin, being a hospitable guest, politely asked, "Would you like to come in and have a drink of water?"

The assistant was about to refuse when she inexplicably felt a chill on her neck.

His pupils shifted subtly, and he noticed that the boss sitting on the sofa had a dark and unfathomable gaze.

I... I inexplicably sensed a murderous aura!

Do you want to stay a little longer and blame him for arriving early?

The words were on the tip of his tongue but then slipped back down his throat. When he finally spoke, his answer had completely changed: "Then thank you very much, Reporter Wen."

He cleared his throat and rotated his ankle. "I was a bit thirsty, so I stepped on the gas pedal really hard, and my leg cramped up."

For a moment, Fu Yanjing really wanted to sever ties with him.

That clumsy acting wasn't taught by him.

The gaze fixed on the assistant grew even colder, sharp and penetrating.

Before Wen Jin could call the others in, the man on the sofa jumped up and said coldly, "No need to trouble yourself."

He felt extremely uncomfortable.

One person avoids her like the plague, but is extremely considerate to her assistant.

One of them looked like he hadn't drunk water in eight lifetimes.

Fu Yanjing's gaze was like a knife as he looked at his assistant.

This time, the assistant confirmed it: this was murderous intent.

But the man's gaze fell on Wen Jinye the next second with unusual tenderness and consideration, "After all, it's so late, it's not safe to let a man of unknown origin come in."

A licensed assistant with a clean background and good citizenship:

? ? ?

Assistant: Heaven, please judge the loyal from the treacherous! When did his origins become unclear?

Boss, would you like to take a look at my employment contract?

He was clearly trying to create an opportunity for the boss to stay longer!

But Fu Yanjing's expression turned slightly stern when he left.

Her thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and the way her brows were furrowed was not meant to put pressure on him.

Instead, I felt a sense of frustration and defeat, as if I had been kicked out.

The autumn rain is falling, the old trees are wet with rain, and the flowers and leaves are withered.

The night north of the Yangtze River suddenly took on a gloomy hue.

As the car drove into the old town, neon lights flashed and streetlights shone brightly outside the window.

The assistant didn't know how long Fu Yanjing would stay in Jiangbei this time, or what his work arrangements would be afterward.

After all, he would eventually take over the entire Fu family business.

But since he arrived, he seems to be very interested in the development of the Hanjiang Street area, and he goes there to inspect it frequently, causing everyone to be on high alert.

Only today did the assistant find out why.

As usual, while waiting for the traffic light, he reported to Fu Yanjing on the progress of the Hanjiang Street development project.

There is also a persistent and rather thorny issue.

"There are still a few households that are unwilling to move. Some are demanding higher prices, while others do not trust us at all and have declared that they will not move no matter how much money is offered."

Through the rearview mirror, you can see the man with a calm expression, looking down at the new plan sent by the person in charge on the tablet.

After pointing out the flaw in a single sentence, he remained calm and composed, like a piece of cold jade.

“Go and coordinate again. A price increase is acceptable, but it cannot exceed its value. We are not doing charity. For those who are unwilling to move, visit them again to understand their concerns. But in any case, no violent means can be used.”

"Okay, boss, I'll issue the notice first thing tomorrow morning."

He thought the working conversation was over.

But the man in the rearview mirror did not put down his work tablet.

He frowned as he studied the text, looking as if he was racking his brains.

As they approached the hotel where Fu Yanjing was about to stay, the assistant, unsure, asked again, "Do you have any other plans?"

Fu Yanjing turned his head to look out the car window, his brow bone and nose bridge with lines that looked as if they had been meticulously sculpted.

He then realized that his boss was not paying attention.

He rolled down the car window.

A gust of cold wind blew in, carrying raindrops. Fu Yanjing's voice still had its quality, but what he said had absolutely nothing to do with work.

Is there no tenant in room 202?

assistant:? ? ?

After the CPU started spinning wildly, he suddenly realized something.

Fu Yanjing was referring to the house across from Wen Jinye's.

"I'll check right away."

Fu Yanjing rubbed his temples and then instructed, "Also, go to Jiangbei TV station and find out about reporter Wen's work situation. Whatever she wants to do, let her have it. Don't... do it in my name."

After Fu Yanjing got out of the car, the tablet in the back seat was in a always-on mode.

The assistant stretched out his arm, about to manually lock the screen, but his gaze was fixed on the Baidu search page that came into view.

The search history is full of results related to:

How does one be a "green tea man"?

How do you improve relations with your enemy?

What does "The man who knows how to be charming and coquettish has the best life" mean?

"Let AI tell my fortune: Is there any chance for us to be together?"

Assistant locks screen and closes eyes.

He must be blind.