Transmigrated as the Dead Wife of a Hong Kong Tycoon [1980s]

Fan Qi was deeply fond of a powerful figure from a Hong Kong novel—a man whose turbulent early life had shaped him into someone irresistibly charismatic.

But admiration was one thing. Fan Q...

Chapter 91 (3/3)

"The eldest master said that WO is short of funds, and all he can do is to help."

He came in for Xuejie and finally asked to go to Liu Xiangnian, so he was bound to be ridiculed by Liu Qiaoyan in the future. If there is no other way, just endure it. Since there is another way, and it is a good way, then solve it with money. Feng Shichang said: "You ask the second wife to cooperate with Xueming and let her listen to Xueming."

"OK."

The lawyer returned to the law firm and immediately made an appointment with Feng Xueming's mother and son and Mrs. Feng Er to meet at the law firm.

The lawyer conveyed Feng Shichang's opinion.

Feng Xueming said: "Now this matter is being reported by newspapers and TV stations. They are all paying attention to it. It is very difficult, very difficult! The money spent is a very large number."

Hearing that it was a very large number, Er Tai looked at Feng Xueming with eyes as innocent as a deer even though she was already over 40 years old: "Very large, how much is it?"

"It may cost 50 or 60 million." Feng Xueming said.

The second wife exclaimed: "So many?"

Feng Xueming frowned and looked at her: "If you say it's a lot, it's definitely a lot, but if you say it's really a lot, it's not that bad. Think about the real estate developer who was kidnapped in 1983. How much ransom did the kidnappers ask for?"

"That's two completely different things. The kidnappers will definitely ask for a high price, but you are looking for someone to help you."

"The emperor doesn't send out hungry soldiers, let alone me asking someone to do something for me." Feng Xueming said to her, "Second aunt, do you care more about the money or my father?"

Liu Qiaoyan rolled her eyes as she watched from the sidelines: "Your son got his father in jail, and my son is trying to find a way. Are you reluctant to spend the money now?"

"No, how can I take out so much money at once?" The second wife looked at Liu Qiaoyan, "Your elder sister, Xueming is the eldest son. If something happens to Shichang, you shouldn't put all the burdens on my shoulders, right?"

When Liu Qiaoyan heard this, she jumped up and said, "Do you have any shame? Your son sent me to jail, and all the money is usually with you. Now, my son is looking for a way out, and you still want me to spend money?"

"We are all members of the Feng family. We can't pay all the money, right?"

Feng Xueming held his mother and said to his second wife, "Second Aunt, I still say the same thing, think it over carefully. We're leaving first."

Feng Xueming sent his mother home and went back to the company. When he entered the office, someone called him and asked him to sign an urgent document. He bent down to sign and found a newspaper on the desk. There was a news item in the newspaper: "Passionate, Fan Qi kissed Chen Zhiqian in public. Neighbors: Indulged until midnight."

Seeing that the boss found him reading an entertainment newspaper, the employee wanted to take the newspaper away, but Feng Xueming took it first and said, "Lend me the newspaper."

He walked into the office, sat in a chair, put his feet on the desk, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, put down the newspaper, made a phone call, and said to the lawyer: "Lawyer Zhang, I suggest that you ask my second aunt to persuade Xuejie to give 30 million to William so that William and my father can reconcile and reduce the punishment. In this way, my father will not have to go to jail."

"What do you mean, young master?" asked the lawyer. This lawyer was a transactional lawyer and was employed by both Feng Enterprises and WO.

"It can save half of the money, and this money can also allow Xuejie and William to fly away together."

"Master, do you want to take this opportunity to let the second master leave?"

"No, it's because if my second aunt keeps delaying, things will become even more difficult. I really don't want to take over such a difficult matter. Everyone will be happy if we do this, right?" Feng Xueming could hardly suppress his smile, but said in a sincere tone.

"Okay. This is one way, but Mr. Feng may not accept it."

Of course his father would not accept it. Feng Xueming said, "What should we do? If we delay it any longer, the matter will get out of hand and we won't be able to solve it even if we have money. Right?"

"Indeed."

Feng Xueming hung up the phone and raised his eyebrows. He wondered what would happen if his father came out and heard that his beloved son took his money and ran off with that foreigner?

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the newspaper and read the news.