The news that the Scott family was preparing to withdraw their investments from Jiangcheng had caused quite a stir, and many people had begun to speculate whether it was because foreign companies were no match for the powerful local companies.
There are also some rumors circulating about the development of Jiangcheng, which have caused the Ministry of Commerce to start paying attention to the matter in recent days.
The mental hospital in Jiangcheng.
The television was showing an exclusive interview with Gu Mai by a reporter.
Reporter: "Mr. Gu, why did you suddenly withdraw from Jiangcheng? What were the reasons?"
Gu Mai chuckled softly on the television, "How could that be? Jiangcheng's economic market can be said to be among the world's most developed. It's just that the family group has made strategic adjustments and changed its business focus."
As the nurse poured the medicine out of the box and placed it on the table, her eyes inadvertently glanced towards the television.
The room was huge and completely white; if it weren't for the sound of the television, it would probably be even more eerie.
Fu Yao stared blankly at the television screen. The next second, her quiet and dazed expression turned into agitation. She grabbed the silver tray on the table and threw it far away.
Her eyes were fixed on the man on the television screen, and she muttered to herself, "How could you leave? How could you..."
The nurse was startled, her surprise quickly turning to anger. She picked up the things from the ground, muttering, "You still think you're some kind of young lady from the Fu family? What a nuisance! Take your medicine or leave it. You've been in the hospital for so long, and no one has come to see you..."
He placed the tray against his waist and glared fiercely at Fu Yao.
Unfortunately, Fu Yao's gaze was fixed on the man on the television in front of her, and she didn't notice her expression at all.
After Fu Yao was admitted to the hospital, she was sometimes quiet and sometimes agitated. Most of the time she was in a daze, but no one knew what was wrong with her today and she smashed things.
The nurses were too lazy to take care of him; he was mentally ill anyway, so it wouldn't matter if he didn't take his medication for a day.
The door shut out Fu Yao's shouting as she picked at her fingers. She leaned closer to the TV, looked at that familiar face, and smiled in a very eerie way.
She couldn't hear the television anymore; she was just staring at the man's face with a kind of fascination until the half-hour interview ended.
Gu Mai tidied up almost everything in Jiangcheng and sat in his study, unsure whether he was tired or because he was having increasingly frequent dreams.
The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to hide, revealing a deep weariness.
A maid brought in a glass of hot milk. "Master, please drink this and get some rest. Things here are almost done. You've been looking tired lately, and you don't look well."
Judging from his expression, he seemed to be doing his duty without any other intention.
Gu Mai waved his hand.
He still felt a vague unease; he hadn't forgotten the setbacks he'd encountered when entering the Jiangcheng market, and he felt things had gone too smoothly...
He rubbed his temples a couple of times to slightly relieve his headache.
The appointment information in my email is due soon.
Besides unease, there was also a strange sense of fear. This feeling was so unfamiliar to Gu Mai, he had never experienced it before, and he could hardly breathe.
I took a couple of big gulps of water and felt a little better.
Since the experiment restarted, the dean has suspended her outpatient appointments and moved her office back to the research lab.
However, I still intend to finish processing the appointments on hand. The appointment time marked on the calendar has a small ancient character written on it.
This name sounds familiar, doesn't it?
Song Xingyao still couldn't find any information about this man.
He finished the report in his hand and clicked send. When he picked up his phone, he found that Fu Siming's chat box showed as unread.
Since his birthday, Fu Siming has often come home very late at night, and sometimes he can't hide his weariness.
Upon clicking, I discovered a large bouquet of roses, accompanied by the message, "Wife, I've been coming home late these past few days. This is my apology."
Song Xingyao recalled the first time she went to Haiyan after losing her memory, and the red roses covering the ground at the entrance, and her heart ached.
It wasn't until a few days ago that she learned from Aunt Qi that Fu Siming had specially ordered it to be sent back, but she was caught up in Jiang Jiayao's matter and was unable to receive his gift.
Seeing the address at the beginning, a smile crept onto her face, a mixture of shyness and joy.
It seems she's finished with her work. Usually, she's the one who puts Fu Xunzhi to sleep before he gets back, or she's already asleep herself, leaving only a lingering warmth beside her the next morning.
When Luo Luo came in carrying a stack of data, she noticed Song's slightly flushed face and asked, "Teacher Song, is the air conditioning set too high? Shall I turn it down for you?"
Song Xingyao took the data from her hand and coughed lightly: "No need, thank you for your hard work in the experiment. You can go back early today. The analysis results will be sent to you in a couple of days."
Luo Luo then said "Oh".
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Gu Mai left only one personal butler in Jiangcheng; the rest of the people went back to S country first.
But today, he didn't let the butler accompany him when he went out.
As he parked his car in front of the research institute, he suddenly remembered the message his assistant had sent him a couple of days ago.
It turns out that the old man wanted to enter the Jiangcheng market more than 20 years ago by relying on the Fu family, but the result was obviously not good, so he failed and went back.
He had someone deliver the contract to Tiansheng this morning. I wonder what Fu Siming's reaction will be when he sees the contract.
Even the upturned corners of his mouth couldn't hide his weariness.
Seeing that it was almost time, Song Xingyao was about to stand up and rest for a while.
A light knock came at the door.
"Please come in."
Lolo led the person in, "Teacher, your appointment."
Facing him was Gu Mai's slightly bluish face, but his thin features still appeared delicate.
"You must be Mr. Gu? Please have a seat."
She pointed to the sofa beside her, the door closed, and the room became eerily quiet.
Song Xingyao instinctively felt that his gaze wasn't particularly friendly, but she didn't sense any aggression either.
It's just that when their eyes occasionally glance over, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable.
The delicate features that are unique to foreigners appear somewhat sunken due to their thinness, making them look overly sharp.
"Mr. Gu, hello. Did you contact me via email? Weren't you abroad at the time?"
“I had business in Jiangcheng and happened to run into you. I came here because I’ve heard so much about you. My friend said you are the most famous hypnotist in S country. It’s worth the trip.”
These flattering words were irrelevant to the consultation, and Song Xingyao was not interested.
But his eyes gave the impression that the two knew each other—no, it should be said that he knew himself very well.
This understanding made Song Xingyao somewhat resistant, so she quickly moved on to a formal consultation.
"You flatter me. Since Mr. Gu has come all this way, let's get down to business."
Song Xingyao changed the subject, "You don't look too well, probably because you haven't been resting well. Could you tell me more about it?"
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