Although everyone felt uncomfortable because of his sarcasm, he was indeed right.
It was the same voice again, "Patriarch, isn't five days too short?"
Gu Mai: "That's enough. You didn't even need five hours to deal with the scapegoat. I believe that you capable family heads will handle it well."
Everyone fell silent, knowing there was no room for negotiation, and could only agree.
They all lowered their proud heads, and some took the opportunity to flatter, "Indeed, the head of the family still needs someone like you, carefully selected by the old head of the family, to be competent."
These words both flattered Gu Mai and took the opportunity to criticize Gu Mi, who was in a position where he couldn't actually accomplish anything.
Gu Mai gave an ambiguous smile, and everyone assumed that his flattery was successful, so they quickly chimed in.
He waved his hand, "Please go back, esteemed family heads. Every word you say here will shorten the processing time by one minute."
Everyone left as he wished, except for the head of the Southern family, who had a strange feeling lingering in his heart, but could not find the reason.
His gaze lingered on Gu Mai before he turned and left the study.
The room was finally quiet again.
Gu Mai put down what he was holding, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then closed his eyes. The figure that flashed in his dark vision made him quickly open his eyes.
He smiled wryly: "You've been coming more and more often, and I really want to see you too."
Only his own voice echoed in the empty room, and the dark and quiet retro study looked somewhat eerie at dusk.
After saying that, Gu Mai once again immersed himself in the mountain of documents.
Almost simultaneously, Zhuo Wen received news that Gu Mai had personally gone to the royal family to ask for the person back. Perhaps feeling disappointed, she looked at the empty room and said, "Yue'er, he still chose his family. You shouldn't have had any illusions about him at all."
Even when speaking to Zhuo Yue, he remained calm, perhaps because he could never be angry with her, even when she wasn't in front of him.
He called Shi Yu and asked him to prepare all the materials and personally deliver them to the royal family.
This time, there was no need to hesitate anymore. That suicide note was not enough to awaken his feelings for Zhuo Yue. Zhuo Wen even thought that if he came back, he would give him a chance to apologize to Zhuo Yue in person, because that was the person Zhuo Yue wanted to see.
It's just a pity that she probably won't be able to wait that long.
The news that the Sige family had offended the royal family was already common knowledge in the top business circles of S country, but no one expected that the current head of the family would be able to bring the person back from the royal family.
Now no one dares to ignore the young patriarch's methods and abilities; even the people of Sige have developed a sense of respect for Gu Mai.
Gu Mai worked tirelessly through the night to handle these matters, barely getting a chance to close his eyes, because whenever he did, that smiling figure would be nestled in his arms.
He thought: Faster, faster...
After sending the report to Shi Yu, Song Xingyao also paid special attention to news from S country. However, what puzzled her even more was that Fu Siming was going on business trips more and more often. Every time he came home, he looked tired and had to leave after saying only a few words.
If it were simply an investment issue, it certainly wouldn't be this complicated.
Three hours after she received no reply to her message, she called Pei Jing's cell phone again.
Unfortunately, the call didn't go through this time either.
I'm always a little flustered.
Sitting opposite Fu Siming was a man wearing a classic jacket, whose aura didn't seem as serious as he had imagined.
Even though the other party's power was beyond the reach of ordinary people, Fu Siming did not feel uncomfortable at all.
The man glanced at Pei Jing behind him and said, "I don't know the etiquette of business communication. Is it inappropriate for outsiders to be present in this kind of setting?"
Fu Siming: "Commander Li, no matter what kind of exchange it is, the important thing is the content, not who is in the venue."
"Hahaha!" The man laughed loudly, sat up from the backrest, and personally refilled his empty cup with tea. "You are indeed a promising young man! I heard your grandfather say that if you hadn't gone into business, you would have been a good candidate for politics."
His words eased the tense atmosphere in the room considerably.
Fu Siming followed his lead and finished his tea before the two began to get down to business.
"You're quite clever, but I don't think your brother is that clever. In the years Jiang Jiayao spent in Jiangcheng, he might have gotten away with some small favors, but how could he have gotten involved in those things?"
Fu Siming remained silent until the other person continued speaking.
"If your grandfather hadn't been one of my comrades-in-arms, I would never have believed that his grandson could do such a thing." He seemed a little angry as he said this, with the seriousness and imposing presence of a soldier.
Fu Siming came this time because he knew in advance that the Fu family was on the list of those who always cracked down hard on the arms trade.
Not only was Fu Siming puzzled, but even Commander Li was shocked.
Fu Bowen's audacity was not beyond his expectations, but since it involved the old man and the Fu family, he could no longer sit idly by and wait for his doom.
"Thank you, Commander Li. When is the higher-ups scheduled to come down?"
Commander Li tucked a roll of old-fashioned cigarette between his fingers and lit it himself before anyone else could react. "It should be soon, in about ten days to two weeks. I haven't submitted the list yet, but it won't be delayed for too long. After all, it's a key issue that needs to be addressed, and they'll probably be cracking down hard. Although I know that your Tiansheng has no connection with the Fu Group or even the Fu family, and that you built it up from scratch, I still owe Old Fu a favor. Please handle this matter as soon as possible."
As he sighed, he exhaled a long plume of smoke.
Fu Siming also picked up the teapot beside him and filled his empty teacup with tea. "I understand, Grandpa Li. Give me some time, and I will handle it as soon as possible."
The change in address completely broke the serious atmosphere in the room. Those who knew them were talking about something that could shake up the political and business circles of Jiangcheng, but those who didn't would have thought it was just an elder and a younger person chatting casually.
Fu Siming chatted with Commander Li for a while longer about those old stories before leaving the room.
Upon discovering that both of their phones showed missed calls from Song Xingyao, Fu Siming dialed the number back.
Just as Song Xingyao picked up Fu Xunzhi and was about to return to Haiyan, she received a call from Fu Siming.
"Hello, Fu Siming?"
"Yes, what's wrong? I was talking about something and couldn't look at my phone."
Her gentle voice instantly soothed the restlessness in my heart, "Why have you been so busy lately? Have you finished the merger and investment?"
"Yes, it's all over, but I'll be quite busy for a while now."
Song Xingyao already felt she wasn't the clingy type, but she still felt a little annoyed, muttering, "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were avoiding me..."
Hearing her soft complaint, Fu Siming hesitated and was stunned for a second.
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