Chapter 102 The Boss's Underling is Also a Boss [2 Updates]

The shaking was so intense that Ying Zijing stopped in her tracks.

She took off her headphones: "Um, what's wrong?"

"Look, look there!" Xiu Yu exclaimed excitedly. "Look to the right front!"

Ying Zijing pressed her head and looked in the direction she indicated.

It was a large screen where Qingzhi often broadcasted announcements of students who had won awards or received disciplinary action.

But at this moment, a photo of a person was displayed.

A young man in a blue suit, about twenty-four years old.

There was a name and a brief introduction next to it, but Ying Zijin didn't read it.

There was nothing special about it, and she wasn't very interested.

"Aaaaaah!" Xiu Yu was still going crazy. "Shang Yaozhi, Shang Yaozhi is coming to our school! Aaaaaah, I'm dying!"

Ying Zijing raised her hand to press down on Xiu Yu to prevent her from fainting: "Hmm, who?"

"Shang Yaozhi! The youngest Best Actor in the entertainment industry!" Xiu Yu exclaimed in surprise. "Dad Ying, don't you use Weibo? How come you don't know him?"

Ying Zijin remained silent for a moment.

She spends most of her time on Weibo watching food live streams and recipes, or watching pet bloggers.

By the way, let's increase the number of shares for the video edited by Grandpa Zhong.

“Wow, no way, Daddy Ying, I have to recommend my idol to you.” Xiu Yu pointed to the big screen, “Shang Yaozhi is twenty-four years old this year, has been in the industry for seven years, and won the Golden Flower Award last year.”

"Among the post-95 generation of actors, he is the only one to win the Best Actor award. Isn't that amazing?"

Ying Zijing had never been exposed to these things before, so she simply replied, "They are quite impressive."

"I never expected him to give a speech at our school. How come the principal is so generous lately?" Xiu Yu suddenly slapped his forehead. "I forgot, he graduated from our school's art class and later went on to study at the Imperial Academy of Drama."

Never mind, she took back her praise of the principal.

“I’ve never seen him before when I was in the capital,” Xiu Yu said. “Father Ying, let’s go to the lecture together. I’ll help you get tickets.”

Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then took back her words about not wanting to go.

Anyway, you can sleep during lectures, it's just uncomfortable without a pillow.

Xiu Yu exclaimed excitedly, "Dad Ying, you probably don't know yet, but Shang Yaozhi is actually a triple-threat star. He has a drama coming out this summer, and I definitely have to watch it."

A triple threat star is someone who has a career in film, television, and music.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing glanced at the big screen again.

She's not as good-looking as Fu Yunshen.

Forget it, I won't watch it.

**

The Fu family's old residence.

Grandpa Fu's health has improved a lot recently, and he doesn't fall into a coma as often anymore.

However, because the toxins were not cleared, there are still considerable hidden dangers.

When Ying Zijing treated Old Master Fu, he was asleep and therefore unaware of the treatment.

Fu Yunshen's original intention was also to keep it from Old Master Fu, so that he wouldn't worry or be overly anxious.

The fifteenth of each month is the day for the Fu family to gather.

On this day, no matter how much they disagree on the surface, they must return to the old house and have dinner with Grandpa Fu.

Although Mr. Fu was in poor health, he still held a considerable number of shares in the Fu Group and several major businesses.

This forces those with ulterior motives to only engage in clandestine activities, while maintaining public order and compliance.

Grandpa Fu had four sons in total. In his lineage alone, there were ten brothers and sisters in Fu Yunshen's generation.

This doesn't even include the families of Old Master Fu's brothers.

Therefore, dozens of people would gather at the Fu family's old house for family gatherings every month.

Fu Mingcheng disliked family gatherings because every time the other branches of the family came to the Fu family's old house, they would pull him aside and ask him all sorts of questions, and there was no shortage of flattery and fawning.

But as the eldest son of Master Fu, he had to entertain these people.

"Mingcheng, your sons are all so successful." The speaker was a wealthy woman, her tone envious. "I heard that Yihan has started his own company, and it's quite large. I also heard that he's already connected with some of the big families in the capital?"

Fu Yihan is Fu Mingcheng's eldest son, the eldest son of the Fu family, and the eldest grandson of Old Master Fu.

Fu Mingcheng was very impatient, but he couldn't say it out loud.

But he was pleased by the praise for Fu Yihan, and simply nodded: "You flatter me. Yihan is just doing it casually. His company is just a small workshop and nothing to brag about."

"Oh, it's not an overstatement at all," the lady laughed. "Yihan is so capable; the Fu Group will surely flourish under his leadership, and the old man will be delighted, unlike some of these people..."

As she spoke, she changed the subject, her tone becoming disdainful: "He spends his days idly, going to brothels. Who knows when he'll do something immoral and disgraceful to the Fu family."

"It's really strange. They have the same father and the same mother, so how can they be so different?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the living room stopped what they were doing.

They certainly knew who the lady was referring to.

Who else could it be but Fu Yunshen?

Fu Mingcheng didn't react much when he heard what was said earlier.

But upon hearing the last sentence, his expression changed, becoming chillingly gloomy.

"I misspoke, I said the wrong thing." The lady's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tried to make amends. "Mingcheng, I'm a straightforward person, please don't take it to heart."

Fu Mingcheng gave her a cold look, and this time he completely ignored her.

The lady didn't look well.

As mealtime approached, the Fu family members sat down at the table, waiting for Old Master Fu to come down.

At six o'clock sharp, footsteps could be heard upstairs.

Grandpa Fu slowly descended the stairs, holding onto the handrail, with Fu Yunshen following beside him, offering assistance from time to time.

Seeing this, Fu Yichen snorted coldly: "All you do is try to please Grandpa, you have no skills at all."

Hearing this, Madam Fu, who was standing nearby, told him to shut up.

Fu Yichen said nothing more, coldly watching Fu Yunshen sit down to the right of Old Master Fu.

As long as Fu Yunshen is there, Fu Mingcheng cannot sit in that position.

Halfway through the meal, Grandpa Fu suddenly put down his chopsticks.

His every move was being watched, and when he stopped, everyone else stopped as well.

"Since everyone is here today, we can also discuss some matters." Old Master Fu coughed and said calmly, "My health is gradually declining, so I will be handing over some matters to you soon."

Upon hearing this, the Fu family members at the dinner table couldn't help but change their expressions.

But several of them had happy expressions on their faces.

"Dad, what are you saying?" Fu Mingcheng frowned, but said calmly, "Why are you sitting here saying such discouraging things?"

"Whether it's discouraging or not, you know it yourself." Old Master Fu glanced at him. "Today, let's announce something."

He waved, and the professional manager who had been waiting nearby understood and immediately stepped forward, handing over a document.

Old Master Fu put on his reading glasses, flipped through the documents, and said, "I plan to split up several of my businesses."

Upon hearing this, Fu Mingcheng was tempted, but he restrained himself.

When the old man wanted to divide the assets, it naturally started with him, the eldest son.

However, Old Master Fu's next words made Fu Mingcheng's face instantly turn ugly.

"I'll leave this Imperial Fragrance Workshop to Yun Shen."

Not to mention Fu Mingcheng, the other members of the Fu family didn't look much better either.

Fu Yichen immediately snapped, "Grandpa, are you getting senile? Yuxiangfang is the Fu family's flagship business. You're giving it to a spoiled brat? Aren't you afraid he'll squander it all?"

"Yichen!" Madam Fu scolded, "How dare you speak to your brother like that?"

Then she said to Fu Yunshen, "Yunshen, don't mind him, Mom will help you discipline him."

Grandpa Fu looked over, his eyes indifferent.

"Grandpa, it's alright." Fu Yunshen looked up, smiling nonchalantly, his tone casual, "I don't want it, you should give it to someone else."

Fu Yichen sneered, only daring to lower his voice to mock, "You do have some self-awareness."

"If Xiaoqi doesn't want it, then we'll leave it for now." To everyone's surprise, Old Master Fu didn't intend to give Yuxiangfang away to anyone else. "Let's eat first today, and we'll talk about it another day."

Everyone had different feelings about the meal, and after finishing, the other rooms left in a hurry.

Fu Yichen followed Fu Mingcheng into the study, and an uproar immediately ensued.

"Dad, I really don't understand. What makes my eldest brother any less good than Fu Yunshen? And why did Grandpa bypass you and give Yuxiangfang to him?"

Fu Mingcheng remained silent, his brows furrowed.

"Dad, why do you think Grandpa likes that spoiled brat so much?" He was completely baffled, and even more angry. "Is Grandpa blind? Can't he see how good my older brother is?"

"You're not allowed to say things like that again," Fu Mingcheng said sternly. "Especially in front of your grandfather. You're not a child anymore; can't you think before you speak?"

Fu Yichen's arrogance vanished instantly: "I just can't stand him."

Fu Mingcheng waved his hand: "At least your grandfather didn't give away Yuxiangfang today."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Give your older brother a call."

Fu Yichen's eyes lit up, and he went out happily.

Fu Mingcheng was still sitting in the study. After a while, he took out his key, opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper, and his expression gradually turned cold.

**

After Old Master Fu rested, Fu Yunshen did not stay at the Fu family home for long.

He got into the Maserati, ready to return to his single apartment in the city.

Just as I put my hand on the steering wheel, my phone, which was on the seat, rang.

It wasn't a smartphone, but that big, all-black brick phone.

No caller ID is displayed.

Fu Yunshen glanced at it and answered, "What's wrong?"

He was breathing rapidly on the other end and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed, his smile fading: "Speak."

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Therefore, the celebrities in the entertainment industry have no real-life counterparts; they are all made up by the author. Please do not take them personally.

(End of this chapter)