"bite"
"bite"
"bite"
...
A series of text message reminders interrupted the passionate vice president in the conference room.
At the company's monthly meeting, forgetting to mute the phone, even a single vibration is a sin. Only one person is so brazen, and that's...
"Excuse me, please continue."
After the vice president regained his composure, Fu Jin clasped the phone on the table.
On the screen, MMS messages are loading in a queue, and the content of the top one can already be seen.
Seeing the number the message was sent from, Fu Jin smiled playfully.
He gestured to the vice president, then picked up his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair and walked out of the meeting room.
Seeing this, the secretary followed him out, and sure enough, Fu Jin was standing at the window waiting for her.
"Mr. Fu."
"Well, find a clean account and transfer the agreed amount to Xiao Wu."
"Xiao Wu..."
The secretary paused for a moment before remembering who the other person was. Her tone was a little hesitant, "But didn't he refuse us and refuse to help us get the document?"
Fu Jin handed her the phone and said, "Take a look at this."
The secretary had been with Fu Jin for many years and was no pushover, so she quickly understood what was going on. However, when she saw the contact person listed, she was stunned for a few seconds.
Little Potato, isn't that...
"Is this from Xiaoman?"
"Um."
Fu Jin didn't know what he was thinking about, and a very faint curve rose at the corner of his lips.
The secretary gathered her thoughts and asked tentatively, "Since it was Xiaoman who sent it, why did you give Secretary Wu money?"
Fu Jin unfolded his suit jacket and put it on. "If Xiao Wu didn't help, how could she, a little potato, get the secrets? Haha, unless Qu Zhengzhi suddenly converted to Buddhism."
The secretary understood Fu Jin's meaning and laughed too. "Secretary Wu is really interesting. We tried to bribe him but he refused. Yet, he secretly helped a child for free."
His slender arms stretched out from the sleeves of his unbuttoned suit, looking a little unruly. "That's how people are. They don't want to betray their boss, but they will be soft-hearted for a touch of childlike innocence."
The secretary was slightly startled.
By the time she reacted, Fu Jin had already walked away.
Although she had followed Fu Jin for many years, she had never seen through him. No word could describe him well, and he didn't seem to be able to easily classify himself into any category.
He was calm and composed like a bystander. A person like him must be lonely in his heart.
The secretary shook her head and thought, forget it, as an employee she shouldn't worry about the boss's affairs.
She took out her work phone and dialed a number. "Hey, transfer one million to this account. Do it cleanly..."
-
At this moment, at Qu's company on the other side of the city, Xiao Wu was busy with his work and didn't notice that a text message had come in to his phone.
In the lounge a few steps away from him, Su Man was curled up in bed, looking through the photos she had just taken.
Unlike what she expected, it did not contain any factory promotion or product list, but a few news clippings from newspapers.
From the early 2000s to the present, there has been a span of nearly twenty years, and the above reports are all about unscrupulous factories.
But all the brands claimed that they had been deceived and put the blame on the factories, and all the factories were closed down without exception.
After a brief period of turmoil, those brands quickly made a comeback, and several of them still occupy a place in the toy market today.
Thinking about what Fu Jin said about Director Hao's factory being less than a year old, Su Man continued to search. Sure enough, a year ago, there was a similar news story, but because the brand itself was not well-known, it didn't cause much of a stir. If Su Man hadn't seen it here, she wouldn't even have known that the brand had such an incident.
Small brands go unnoticed, while big brands can use their PR. Factories are constantly upgrading their products, creating a cycle of change, and the only ones who suffer are the children who don't understand why...
"ah!"
A short scream interrupted Su Man's thoughts.
Hearing Xiao Wu's voice, Su Man thought something had happened. She rolled down to the ground and just as she left the lounge, she saw Xiao Wu staring at the phone screen with a look of shock on his face.
Su Man was puzzled, "Uncle Wu, what's wrong with you?"
When Xiao Wu saw Su Man, his emotions calmed down a bit, but his eyes still showed some panic that he couldn't hide. "Uh, I'm fine. You're awake."
Seeing that Xiao Wu didn't want to mention it, Su Man didn't ask any more questions and nodded. "I slept well. Thank you, Uncle Xiao Wu."
"You're welcome. Well, the recording time is almost up. I'll take you down first."
After sending Su Man to the studio, Xiao Wu found a secluded place and dialed a number.
"Hey, I can't take this money."
Secretary Fu Jin on the other side was surprised. "Ah? Mr. Wu, what are you talking about? What money?"
Xiao Wu was helpless. "We're all secretaries, so let's stop playing dumb. I told you I won't sell out the company, so I can't take this money."
"Secretary Wu, you must have misunderstood. We didn't do anything. After you rejected me yesterday, we gave up. As for how you are doing now, we really don't know."
"But it's obviously..."
"Secretary Wu, the boss called me. Let's talk later."
“Beep…beep…beep…”
Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Xiao Wu, unable to repay the debt, should have been anxious, but looking at the string of zeros on the screen, he...
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