"What is that?"
Fu Nan asked.
Fu Wenzhou glanced out the car window, a slow smile playing on his lips, but a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Who's in charge of the Ruan family now?"
Fu Nan was suddenly taken aback: "Young Master Fu, are you saying... the mastermind behind this is Ruan Mingchen?"
The Ruan family elders recently transferred almost all of their assets to Ruan Mingchen, the eldest son of the Ruan family, and some real estate funds to Ruan Zhi. As for Ruan Yinyin, she was kept in a sanatorium and had no chance of causing trouble.
To be able to mobilize so many connections and escalate the situation to this point, there is truly no one else in the Ruan family besides Ruan Mingchen.
Fu Nan belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly asked, "Young Master Fu, what should we do next?"
If Ruan Mingchen really did this, then it's much more troublesome.
Fu Nan really couldn't understand why Ruan Mingchen would kick someone when they were down.
He suddenly thought of a question and asked, "Could Xu Qingran's death also be related to Ruan Mingchen?"
Fu Wenzhou took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled blue smoke. He sneered, "He wants to start with Youyou and use that to control me."
Fu Nan asked, puzzled, "What's he after? Although you don't get along with him normally, it's never been to the point of mutual destruction. At least on the surface, your relationship is still okay. Why would he suddenly resort to underhanded tactics? Besides, what benefit would this bring to the Ruan family? It's like hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of your own."
Fu Wenzhou held a cigarette butt between his fingers, a hint of contempt rising in his eyes: "Having too big an appetite will only lead to your own demise, it's a pity that Ruan Mingchen doesn't understand this principle."
Fu Nan glanced at Fu Wenzhou and said nothing more. Generally speaking, when Young Master Fu said something like that, it meant he had already made his assessment.
Fu Wenzhou glanced down at the time and suddenly stubbed out his cigarette: "Doesn't Ruan Mingchen have a cooperative project with Taiye? Go contact General Manager Li of Taiye and tell him that I am willing to acquire his subsidiary for twice the market price."
Fu Bei asked in confusion, "You want to share the profits with Ruan Mingchen?"
Fu Wenzhou draped his coat over his arm and strode outside: "Hmm, tell President Li to seriously consider whether to cooperate with Ruan Mingchen or with me, Fu Wenzhou."
Fu Nan nodded in agreement.
Fu Wenzhou drove directly to the hospital after leaving the company.
With media exposure, there must be a large number of reporters surrounding the hospital entrance. Song Qingyou only left home this morning, and she should be at the hospital by now. What if these people bump into her and hurt her again?
Fu Wenzhou sped along the way, afraid of arriving too late.
The main entrance was full of reporters. He glanced at them impatiently and dialed a number.
"Clear the people at the hospital entrance, and make sure they leave within ten minutes. Those media studios that belong to these reporters can forget about staying in Beijing."
His words were cold and his tone left no room for doubt.
The people on the other side repeatedly said yes, not daring to neglect their ancestor.
After all, this mad dog bites anyone it sees, and who knows, it might actually bankrupt all the media outlets in Beijing.
They said it would be ten minutes, but in reality, less than five minutes had passed when the group of reporters at the door suddenly scattered. Some of them, unwilling to give up, looked around and saw Fu Wenzhou's car. They gritted their teeth and tried to go forward, but were grabbed by their colleagues.
A colleague lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy? How dare you mess with him!"
The female reporter's eyes never left Fu Wenzhou's car. "This is headline news. I don't want to lose this interview. If you're scared, you can leave. I'll go by myself."
When his colleague realized he couldn't persuade her, he simply gave up; he didn't want to lose his job.
The woman walked quickly over, and as she got closer, she deliberately straightened her clothes, unbuttoned two buttons on her chest, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and knocked on the closed car window.
After knocking a dozen times, the car window finally rolled down slowly.
She caught a glimpse of the other person's profile and her breath caught in her throat.
Fortunately, she quickly regained her composure and hurriedly said, "Mr. Fu, hello, I'm a reporter from the Orange Evening News. I interviewed you a year ago. Do you remember me?"
She gave a shy smile. "I wanted to ask you about your girlfriend today. Would you mind telling me whether Xu Qingran's suicide was related to Miss Song?"
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