Beijing city.

On a road leading to the suburbs, a visual feast of luxury cars is taking place.

One after another, shiny cars whizzed past, all heading in the same direction, all of them aiming for the same destination.

Soon after the famous families in the aristocratic circle received the invitation letter engraved with Fu's name, a reliable "rumor" spread.

——Mr. Fu made the invitation this time with the intention of finding and selecting domestic partners in Beijing to invest in the company.

You should know that the roots of Fu Technology Group are far away in France, and its long-term development network is also in France. There are very few in China, and those that exist are only rare and can be counted on one hand.

And there is not a single company in Beijing that does this.

At this moment, such a huge olive branch was suddenly thrown out. After being surprised, it attracted many people to come one after another. This kind of opportunity, anyone wants to grab it. -The luxury car arrived at the destination on the invitation letter.

Under the guidance of the waiters who were dressed in uniform, had regular features and straight postures, all the vehicles were led into the resort-style manor which opened today.

In front of the magnificent foyer, car doors were pushed open one after another, and a group of energetic young men and beautiful young ladies got out of the cars.

They did not come here just to have fun. Before leaving, without exception, they had already heard about Mr. Fu from their parents or other people.

Everyone understood it tacitly.

——We must please this famous big shot.

It is not just as simple as the fact that once the Fu family successfully acquires shares, the tempting huge investment can bring huge profits to his family. What is more important and the most crucial thing is that from then on, his own company will have an unshakable strong backer behind it.

The benefits of being connected with the Fu family are unimaginable.

Almost everyone set out an hour early and arrived here just to welcome Mr. Fu.

But who would have thought.

A whole hour passed and there was no sign of a single person.

The people in front of the hall were looking forward to it so much that their legs were numb from standing so long.

Everyone reacted slowly.

My goodness! As the host of this invitation, Mr. Fu is late.

Another twenty minutes passed.

finally.

Just when everyone was about to start to have doubts about the authenticity of the invitation, Fu Xun finally arrived.

There are very few reports about the Fu family in China. Even if there are, the content mentions Fu Xun, and the accompanying picture is just a cookie-cutter photo of his upper body in a business suit.

The general impression of those who are in high positions and have great power is that they have cold and sharp eyes, a look full of scrutiny, and are courageous and have a calm aura.

However--

The roar of a sports car exploded in everyone's ears, and then it sped up and stopped in front of the foyer in a thrilling and breathtaking dance.

The car stopped in everyone's sight and the scissor-style doors were opened.

A man in pajamas, slippers, messy hair, who looked like he had just woken up, got out of the car.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"???"

A waiter came forward, took the car keys from the man, bowed his head respectfully and called out, "Mr. Fu."

Everyone again: “???”

Disbelief was written all over his face.

Ah? This is the legendary, famous Mr. Fu? How come he is completely different from what I imagined?

How could he be so down-to-earth?! Among the crowd of young masters and young ladies in fancy clothes, Fu Xun's outfit was really too eye-catching and too "outstanding".

Everyone looked at each other.

There was a sudden awkwardness in the air.

But Fu Xun himself didn't think that his style was out of place, or that there was anything wrong with him. Not only that, he even yawned as if no one was around.

Then, he was very calm, slipping on his slippers, and lazily raised his hand to everyone: "Sorry, I got up late and kept you waiting."

The man had a tough, calm look, but for some unknown reason, there was an eight-centimeter scar across his brow, which made him look like a rebellious bandit.

But no one present dared not to respond.

They all showed caring smiles on their faces and said it was just a small matter and not a big deal.

It was almost noon and time for lunch.

The banquet table had already been set up in the manor, waiting for everyone to take their seats.

Everyone was waiting for Fu Xun to move so that they could follow him, but he didn't move for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked behind the crowd, as if he was looking for someone.

And at this time.

Another burst of engine noise came from the gate, but this time it was not a sports car, but a sedan.

Huh? It's already this late.

There are actually people who come later than Mr. Fu? That's a bit too bold.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove over and came into everyone's sight. Some people immediately recognized the license plate.

"It's the Sheng family's license plate number."

"Sheng Yuan?"

"Why is she here too?"

There were whispers among the crowd.

"Why else? Of course, I guess he came here for Fu's investment."

"How dare she come so late, even later than Mr. Fu, the owner of the house? She is a bit immature."

"I heard that Mr. Fu has a fickle temper. Sheng Yuan's behavior might make him unhappy. You still want to invest? You are dreaming."

really.

Not long after he finished speaking, everyone saw Fu Xun also raised his head and looked in the direction of the Rolls-Royce. His originally careless eyes began to turn into a half-smile, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Fu Xun snorted in his heart, with no warmth in his eyes.

We finally meet.

Miss Sheng.

——Sheng Yuan. -In a video call a few days ago.

Xiao Jingyu looked at Fu Xun's phone screen in disbelief.

He asked back.

"What did you do?"

He was really shocked: "What did you do to make A Yan say he would go?"

Fu Xun raised his eyebrows, looking worthy of me: "Maybe it's because I bombarded him with messages for two hours?"

Xiao Jingyu rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Fu Xun sneered: "I remember someone just said, if Ah Yan goes, what will he do?"

Xiao Jingyu: "..."

"No, Fu Xun, what are you going to do?"

Fu Xun restrained his expression and his voice became cold again.

"Just a test."

"Test? Test who? You're not going to test Sheng Yuan, are you?"

"Are you so sure that Sheng Yuan will accept the invitation after receiving it?"

"Definitely."

He said nonchalantly: "After all, I threw a big bait."

The huge investment from the Fu family was enough to excite all the aristocratic families in Beijing.

(End of this chapter)