When Zhao Fan, who was talking to Su Di, saw Meng Fu coming out, his voice suddenly stopped.

Then he walked over and looked Meng Fu over from head to toe. Apart from being a little out of spirit, there was nothing else wrong with her. Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "You finally came out."

I will join the "Bourne" crew tomorrow. If Meng Fu doesn't come out, Zhao Fan will really go find Su Cheng.

"What is this?" Meng Fu came out with a box in his hand.

The box was a blank paper box. Zhao Fan had seen it before. Last time, Meng Fu asked her to deliver the box to Mr. Jiang.

"Tan Xiang," Meng Fu yawned and waved at Zhao Fan and Su Di, "Do you want some?"

As she spoke, she tipped the box onto the table and poured out forty or fifty sandalwood sticks. The sandalwood sticks were very thin, about thirty centimeters in length.

Meng Fu likes to tinker with these strange things more than once or twice.

Zhao Fan had never used the "Stretch Your Legs and Stare at Your Eyes Pills" that she had given to Jiang Quan and the unknown brand perfume that she had given to herself, but after all, they were gifts from the stingy Meng Fu, so she had kept them well at home.

Seeing the sandalwood, she sat down as well.

...

...

Zhao Fan didn't know anything about fragrance, but Su Di had been dealing with spices all year round, and many of the spices that Su Cheng had were purchased from Su Di.

Meng Fu took out this incense. Although it was not lit, Su Di saw that the texture was good. It was not burning, but it also had a light refreshing fragrance. He could also guess that this incense was not an ordinary low-quality incense on the market: "Miss Meng, where did you get this incense?"

No one looked at Meng Fu's box of things, and Su Di couldn't imagine that someone could make sandalwood without a pharmacy.

"Ah, it was delivered by my friend," Meng Fu said lazily. She glanced at Su Di again, "It was the facial mask."

"No wonder." The one who buys facial masks on behalf of others.

Su Di understood, no wonder he felt it was not inferior sandalwood.

Meng Fu's friend who does the shopping for her is from the Federation. Although most of the Federation's products are not as good as the spices made by Doctor Feng, they are not much worse.

"Here, five sticks each." Meng Fu stared at the incense for a long while.

Then he reluctantly gave ten to the two of them.

"Thank you, Miss Meng." Su Di himself has no shortage of these people. With his identity, the spices he can access are all first-class products.

But he solemnly accepted everything Meng Fu gave him.

Zhao Fan accepted the previous perfume because she liked collecting perfumes, but she always thought that sandalwood was something for the elderly or rich people with good taste. When Meng Fu gave her the sandalwood, she originally didn't want to accept it.

But seeing Meng Fu's painful expression, she changed her mind temporarily and held the sandalwood that Meng Fu gave her with care: "Master Meng, don't worry, I will definitely treat it as a treasure and light one every night."

Meng Fu: "..."

She looked at Zhao Fan expressionlessly and said, "That's not necessary. One a week is enough."

"You're so frivolous," Zhao Fan rubbed Meng Fu's already messy hair, "I see, go take a shower and have dinner."

Su Di took Meng Fu's words seriously to heart, one a week.

Meng Fu thought that she would have to go to Jiang's company next, so she stopped joking with them.

She thought about it and divided it between the two of them, with a large portion still left. Excluding the portions given to Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Quan, there should be a little more left.

As she thought about it, she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Outside--

Zhao Fan took a piece of paper, wrapped the sandalwood, and complained to Su Di, "She was reluctant to even give her a box. Her fans will see her true face one day."

The steamed buns for Su Di’s breakfast were ready. There were many small shops near No. 1 Middle School, so he went out and bought a few boxes.

The boutique near No. 1 Middle School did have boxes, all of which were colorful and had bows on them. Su Di tried his best to pick out a few that didn't look too "feminine".

I gave two to Zhao Fan, and he also used one by pulling the bow himself.

He gave the remaining five to Meng Fu.

Sure enough, as soon as Meng Fu came out, she praised Su Di for being sensible.

While eating the buns, she divided the remaining sandalwood into four portions. She asked Zhao Fan to send one portion back to the village chief, one portion was for Su Cheng to return, and the other two portions were for Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Quan.

"Going out?" Zhao Fan put the box into his bag and noticed that Meng Fu was not wearing pajamas.

Meng Fu took a sip of milk and said in a light voice: "Well, let's go to Jiang's."

Zhao Fan originally wanted to persuade Meng Fu to take a rest, but in the end he just sighed, "Okay, come back early, otherwise Director Gao will have to sit on a stool and scold you when you go to film tomorrow."

She estimated that apart from Su Cheng, no one could persuade Meng Fu.

"I know." Meng Fu put the cup down, went to the study, took out a USB drive, and said slowly, "I'll be back in the afternoon."

**

Mr. Jiang is still in the hospital.

I told Jiang Quan that I wanted to come out early in the morning.

Jiang Quan did not let anyone tell Mr. Jiang about the Jiang family signing the agreement. Although the doctor said last time that Mr. Jiang did not have any serious physical injuries, he still needed to rest.

But early this morning, he struggled to get up and said he wanted to go to Jiang's.

Jiang Xinchen was taking care of him in the hospital, and couldn't persuade Grandpa Jiang, so he called Jiang Quan.

Jiang Quan and the Jiang Group directors were busy with the share issue and had no time to persuade Mr. Jiang. They only asked Jiang Yu to come over. He persuaded the old man with reason and evidence, "When we sent you to the hospital that day, President Jiang, the directors, and the eldest lady were all very worried about you. I heard from the eldest lady's assistant that she didn't rest for the past two days, and President Jiang didn't either. Old man, please don't let them worry about you anymore."

When Mr. Jiang gets stubborn, Jiang Yu can't control him.

He just looked at Jiang Yu calmly and said, "Even if you block the news, I can guess that Jiang Quan has compromised?"

Jiang Yu paused.

Mr. Jiang was in charge of the overall situation, so he knew that he couldn't hide it from Mr. Jiang.

Seeing that he remained silent, Mr. Jiang's mind sank for a moment. He struggled to get up, "I knew that Jiang Bo and the others would not let it go."

It was also within Mr. Jiang's expectations that Jiang Quan would eventually agree.

"When is the deadline?" The old man looked at Jiang Yu.

"Nine o'clock today." He just came out, and Jiang Yu did not hide it.

The old man's cloudy eyes changed constantly.

"It was signed by the eldest lady." Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then repeated what happened that day to the old man.

The old man was in a coma that day and had no idea what happened afterwards.

Jiang Yu usually takes minutes at meetings. He has a good memory and can reproduce the words of several people vividly.

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Jiang Yu, and twitched the corners of his lips: "Did Fu'er really say that she is a member of the Jiang family?"

"Everyone present heard it." Jiang Yu nodded.

"Okay! Okay!" Old Master Jiang coughed twice excitedly. Meng Fu had been back at the Jiang family for two years, and only during this time had she become closer to him. But whenever the Jiang family was mentioned, she would be a little impatient. She had never admitted that she was a member of the Jiang family. This was the first time that Old Master Jiang's dim eyes lit up. "You are worthy of being a member of the Jiang family for being able to stand up now!"

Jiang Yu nodded to help the old man calm down: "The eldest lady has your style. She will also go to Jiang's today. If she knew that you were there, she would be angry."

Meng Fu has always been well-behaved, but the last time she got angry at the Jiang family, it was really creepy.

Old Master Jiang wanted to go over and show his support to Jiang Quan, but after Jiang Yu said that, he thought for a moment and said, "Okay, go and inform Jiang Quan that several other families will definitely be involved this time. Tell him to be careful of the Tong family..."

**

Nine o'clock.

Several shareholders and directors in power of the entire Jiang Group gathered in the Jiang's conference room.

"Boss Jiang, we have cashed out as much of the stock as possible," one of them asked the secretary to distribute a copy of the document in his hand to everyone, "Jiang Yu just called to remind us, and we found out that Jiang Bo and his team opened a bet against us, betting that we would fail this time."

As he spoke, he turned on the computer and projected it onto the wall. "This is our stock that just opened."

In the past two days, Jiang Bo organized a bet and brought the matter to the surface. They are all businessmen, and there are no close brothers in the business world. No company would not be tempted, and basically all of them participated in these bets.

Shareholders and investors all knew the inside information, and today, Monday, Jiang’s stock price hit the limit down as soon as it opened.

No one in the conference room was surprised.

When Jiang Bo set his sights on the Jiang family, the people in the office were already prepared for this day.

Everyone was silent, making the best possible plans for the Jiang family's disaster.

"Where's the eldest lady?" The board member looked outside the door and asked Jiang Quan, "Didn't she say she would come today? Where is she?"

In the past two days, Jiang has been preparing for today's stock market crash.

But Meng Fu, who took the lead in signing the contract, never saw it.

"She must be busy." Jiang Quan pressed his temple. Jiang Yu did not get through to Meng Fu on that day. Instead, Meng Fu's assistant called Jiang Yu back and told him that Meng Fu was very busy.

Several Jiang family executives in the conference room remained silent when they heard this.

A director who had admired Meng Fu before couldn't help but frown. He still remembered the aura of Meng Fu's speech that day, which was somewhat similar to the old man's attitude when he was young.

These people were not surprised that the appraisal certificate could not be produced today.

But Meng Fu's attitude made several directors very disappointed.

The group couldn't help but shook their heads.

At 9:20, Jiang Bo and his group came in.

Jiang Quan closed the stock page and looked at Jiang Bo neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Mr. Jiang, shareholders, good morning," Jiang Bo was followed by his lawyer and secretary. He looked at the people in the conference room calmly, crossed his fingers in front of his chest, and said calmly, "I wonder if Mr. Jiang has finished writing the appraisal report?"

Everyone present knew what the lawyer behind Jiang Bo did. He was used to buy up Jiang’s collapsed shares.

Several shareholders of Jiang Group showed indignation on their faces.

Jiang Bo saw the anger of these people and knew clearly that Jiang Quan did not have the appraisal certificate at all. It turned out that he was just bluffing last time.

Jiang Quan pursed his lips and looked at Jiang Bo with a cold gaze, "It's not time yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Even at this time, you are still struggling.

The secretary behind him helped Jiang Bo to pull out a chair. Jiang Bo sat down contentedly, with his hands placed on his chest in a proper manner. He looked at Jiang Quan with a half-smile, very politely: "Then I will wait for Mr. Jiang for another ten minutes."

As he spoke, he motioned for the lawyer to put out the draft acquisition agreement.

Nine twenty-eight.

Jiang Bo glanced at the tightly closed door and smiled politely, "It seems that Mr. Jiang's appraisal letter has not come out yet. In order to save our respective time, Mr. Jiang should sign this equity transfer letter."

Seeing Jiang Bo like this, the other shareholders of Jiang Corporation were indignant. The old director couldn't help but spit out, "Despicable villain!"

Some of these people accompanied Mr. Jiang throughout his military life.

He has a bad temper.

He was not just referring to the MS contract, the most important thing was that Jiang Bo took the opportunity to open a bet agreement.

It is too difficult for Jiang Bo to take over Jiang Group by himself, but through this gambling agreement, Jiang Bo has obtained a lot of financing, and Jiang Group is within his reach!

Jiang Bo didn't even want to give Jiang a chance to survive!

Jiang Bo didn't care even though he was called a mean person. He still had a smile on his face. "All businessmen are dishonest. Mr. Yan, you have been in the battlefield for so many years, but you still don't understand the business world."

"Mr. Yan, there's no need to argue." Jiang Quan stopped the old director from speaking. He glanced at Jiang Bo, then took the transfer document handed over by lawyer Jiang Bo.

Jiang Bo was surprised by Jiang Quan's forbearance.

Jiang Quan didn't want to listen to Jiang Bo slandering anyone in the Jiang Group anymore. He took a black pen, looked through the equity transfer document calmly, took off the cover with one hand, lowered his head and turned to the last page to sign his name.

He glanced at Jiang Quan, looked around, and couldn't help laughing. He felt very happy. "Boss Jiang, where is your eldest daughter? Didn't she say she was in charge of the MS case? Where is she?"

As soon as he finished his sentence, the half-closed door of the conference room was pushed open.

The person who pushed the door was tall and aggressive, looking extremely difficult to deal with.

After he opened the door, he took a step back. Behind him, a thin figure slowly walked in, and said in a leisurely voice: "Dad is here."

Jiang Quan was signing his name, and just as he made the "丶" gesture, he was held down by a clean and slender hand.

He looked up and met Meng Fu's calm gaze.