Mr. Morgan seemed to see through Rayer's thoughts and smiled.
“You don’t really think they acquired your company just to get revenge on that little guy named Richfield!
If you think so, you are underestimating Fang.
This guy is not a simple character. He will not go to war out of anger.
I think he probably just took advantage of the situation.”
Morgan smiled at Rayer, who had a question mark on his face, and picked up a book at hand and said:
“Don’t mind me, I’ve just been studying The Art of War.
Don't worry! Based on my understanding of him, he will never buy your company for no reason!
If he really wants to take revenge on Richfield!
...
...
That bastard has been rotting in that corner for a long time."
"You mean Mr. Fang, you will continue to extract oil, right?"
"This is just my personal guess. Don't worry! I will eventually retain 10% of the shares of this new company, and I will come forward to plead for you."
“Thank you so much!
I wonder if Mr. Morgan can help me arrange a meeting with Mr. Fang. I hope to meet Mr. Fang. I have some bad news to tell him."
Morgan heard what Rayer said and looked at him in confusion.
"Oh? What do you mean by not-so-good news?"
"Well... I received news that someone might want to harm Mr.
"Haha...you're not talking about Mr. Richfield looking for the gunman!"
Leier widened his eyes and said with some scars:
"You... you also know?"
“Haha…you should ask who else doesn’t know about this.
That idiot was blatantly shouting around looking for the gunman.
The whole city of New York will soon know about this.”
"This...this...Does Mr. Fang know about this too?"
"I just didn't bother to pay attention to him! With Richfield's IQ, his company will be acquired soon.
Anyone with a little bit of intelligence would know that this guy is going to go bankrupt and that he won’t get any money from this business.
Moreover, the Chinese gangs in New York have already set their sights on him.
You should remind Richfield to be careful. Maybe before he is discharged from the hospital, the Chinese gang will take action to eliminate him. "
After all, he is the son of old Richfield, so Reyer is still a little worried that Richfield will be killed.
He quickly asked:
"Why...why?"
"Why else? Fang's family and the largest Chinese gang are now cooperating on immigration!
At this time, if someone came out on their territory and blatantly tried to kill their partners.
What do you think they will do?”
After hearing what Morgan revealed, Rayer stood up in a panic and said:
"Oh! Sorry, Mr. Morgan, I have to leave first.
This news is so shocking that I need to go and persuade Mr. Richfield immediately.
I hope he can stop this stupid idea immediately."
Morgan waved his hand indifferently:
“I think you don’t need to waste your efforts. If this stupid Mr. Richfield had really listened to your advice, the company wouldn’t have reached this point today.
I heard that he hates you very much. If you remind him, it might make him even angrier."
"But, after all, he is old Mr. Richfield's son!"
After saying that, Rayer left Morgan's office without looking back.
Morgan looked at Reyer's back as he left, and suddenly thought, could this guy be trying to provoke Richfield on purpose?
…
London, UK.
"Fang, you are the boss of Aston Martin now, can't you buy an Aston Martin yourself?
Why are you taking my car out for a spin?
"You're talking nonsense. I won't be staying in London for a long time. Should I buy a car and leave it here to gather dust?
Besides, in order to help you realize your dream, I have already spent a huge amount of money to buy the entire Aston Martin. Can't I take your car for a spin?
If there were any girls around, do you think you'd have a chance of coming out for a ride with me?
It’s your honor, you know?”
"Okay! You're right! Then please take the girl out for a ride next time!
I don’t want to go out for a ride with you in the middle of winter!
The ground is frozen, and it's easy to have an accident, you know?"
"You have to trust my skills. Hey! Wait, someone has fallen down over there. It's so cold, don't let him freeze to death on the road. Let's go over and take a look."
"Alas! There have been a lot of such incidents recently. We can't save them, so let's just forget it!"
"That won't do. It's not my style to watch someone in danger without helping them. Let's save whoever we can!"
After saying that, Fang Lang parked the car directly to the side of the road, walked to the figure that had just fallen to the ground, squatted down and took a look.
It turned out to be a very pretty girl of about sixteen or seventeen, wearing very shabby clothes.
This person looks familiar! Have you seen him somewhere before?
But at this time, Fang Lang didn't think too much and reached out to feel the girl's breath.
Fortunately, I'm still breathing.
Without any hesitation, he bent down, picked up the girl and said:
"Come on, drive the car. Let's take this girl to the hospital. She's still breathing."
"I said, our car is a two-seater and can't accommodate so many people."
Seeing Reinhardt's reluctance, Fang Lang stepped forward and kicked his car door, saying:
"Then go down and take a taxi to come to me. I'll take this girl to the hospital for a checkup."
Reinhardt stared at Fang Lang in astonishment and said:
"It's so cold, and you kicked me out of the car, you bastard!"
Facing Fang Lang's determined gaze, Reinhardt finally opened the car door and got out reluctantly.
He accidentally glanced at the girl in Fang Lang's arms.
"Hey! She's a beauty! How about you drive and I'll hold her."
Looking at Reinhardt's eyes, Fang Lang knew exactly what he meant, and couldn't help but spit and said:
"Go away, go away, get out of the way. The other girl is not even an adult yet! Get out of the car, I want to take him to the hospital."
Seeing that Fang Lang had already put the little girl in the passenger seat, he slammed the door and walked towards the driver's seat.
Reinhardt shouted in dissatisfaction:
"Hey... Hey... Fang, isn't it a bit too much for you to forget your principles for the sake of beauty?"
Fang Lang walked into the cab without even looking back and said:
"Human life is at stake. There is no such thing as forgetting one's loyalty for the sake of beauty. You bastard, why don't you just take a taxi and run over here!"
Then he drove straight to the hospital, leaving Reinhardt alone in the wind.
Fortunately, the two of them were not really the only ones going out, as the security vehicle not far away soon caught up with them.
Fang Lang rushed all the way to the hospital and said to the nurse at the door:
"Miss Nurse, please help find a doctor. This little girl suddenly fell on the road for some reason."
The nurse took a look at Fang Lang's attire and the car parked outside the door, then walked up slowly and said:
"Come with me!"
He led Fang Lang to a doctor's office.
"What do you mean by malnutrition? Fainted from hunger?"
Fang Lang was stunned by the results of the doctor's examination.
"Yes, this girl is 1.7 meters tall and weighs only 90 pounds. She is so thin, she must be malnourished!"
"What shall we do then?"
"Give him some glucose first! He'll be fine after a short rest. Make sure he eats on time when we get back."
Soon Reinhardt came in.
"How about it?"
Fang Lang looked up and saw that it was Reinhardt. He smiled and said:
"It's okay, I'm hungry!"
"So what are you going to do?"
"Let's talk after she wakes up!"
Audrey Catherine Ruston felt like she had had a very long dream. When she was six years old, her father chose to run away from home because of a disagreement with her mother.
He was left to depend on his mother, and for his future, his mother sent him to Missliden School.
After graduation, I entered the Arnhem Conservatory of Music in the Netherlands to study ballet. Everything was going well.
But the war broke out, and because of a rumor that my uncle's family was Jewish, my uncle, a baron, was executed and all the family property was confiscated.
He and his mother were short of food and clothing, and often ate tulip bulbs and drank large amounts of water to fill their stomachs.
Because I love ballet, I never gave up even though I was so poor that I had to wear the most uncomfortable wooden dance shoes.
She also raised funds for the Dutch guerrillas through ballet performances, and even used her identity as a child to pass information to the Dutch guerrillas.
Finally, the war was over. I was seventeen years old. My mother and I took the hundred pounds we had saved from our frugal lives and came to the Mary Lambert Ballet School in the UK to study ballet.
But after paying the tuition, life of mother and daughter became difficult again.
It is difficult to find a job in London and my mother's income is very low. I didn't expect that today, due to long-term malnutrition, I would have to practice dance intensively at school.
On the way home, I felt dizzy and fainted on the road.
I vaguely remember a tall Asian man coming up to me and touching my breath.
After confirming that he was still alive, he picked himself up without hesitation.
The man’s embrace is so warm!
I don't know why, but lying in his arms makes me feel safe.
He didn't worry at all that the other person might be a bad guy and fell into a complete sleep.
When I woke up again, I found myself in the hospital. Looking at the white hospital walls, I finally woke up from the dream.
Seeing the sick girl slowly open her eyes, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. The little girl finally survived.
He stood up, stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of the girl's eyes and said:
"Girl, can you hear me? Look at my fingers, this is the number."
The girl blinked and said weakly:
"two."
"It's okay, it's okay, I know the numbers. I'm not stupid!"
Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the girl's answer.
The doctor next to him shook his head helplessly and said:
"Mr. Fang, she is just malnourished and fainted from hunger! She didn't get hit hard on the head, so she won't be a problem."
"Oh! Really? That's good."
It's a bit embarrassing! In the future, when a comatose person wakes up in the hospital, the doctor will shine a flashlight into the eyes and then hold up his fingers to ask the person which finger it is, right?
"So what kind of treatment is needed next?"
Fang Lang looked at the doctor.
"No treatment is needed. After returning home, she should have a good rest and take in more nutrition. However, she is a little old now, and I don't know if she can recover to her best condition."
The doctor said to Fang Lang somewhat helplessly.
Fang Lang is a little excited now, the kind of excitement that comes from doing a good thing.
In my previous life, I would not dare to help someone who fainted on the street.
In this life, I don’t have to worry at all, even if the other party blackmails me, I am not afraid.
If you have a lot of money, the lawsuit can kill you. I just want to ask you if you are afraid.
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