A battle of wits and courage
Stop pretending.
He still wouldn't get up when he saw people.
The man took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa next to him.
"Tell me about what the young master did today."
"After the master left today, the young master first went to the underground parking lot, where he spent 4 hours and 28 minutes. Then he went back to the third floor and ate a total of 6 bites of a 1/2 egg tart. After that, he tried out the windows of each room, which took 2 hours and 8 minutes. Just now, before you came back, the young master rested on the sofa, which took a total of 56 minutes."
"Alright, alright, you can't even tattle properly, let alone talk about it."
"Don't talk about others," the man said, picking up a snack and putting it in his mouth. "He spent seven hours trying to escape the room and still couldn't get out. His skills aren't that great."
"That's because there's something wrong with your dilapidated building."
"Is it my teaching to blame others when things go wrong?"
Fan Siwen fell silent.
"Tell me about it."
"What did you say?" Fan Siwen lay on the sofa next to him, his legs crossed high, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, not even glancing at the man.
"Your evil deeds in China!"
"I haven't done anything immoral, illegal, or disorderly."
"You've put a warrant for my arrest even though no one else has done it!"
"That was the lousy internship you found for me."
Looking back, I was fooled into a trap by the slogan "second-generation entrepreneurs can bring glory to state-owned enterprises." Luckily, I escaped in time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold onto any of my assets and they would have been acquired by state-owned enterprises.
"From now on, you'd better stay abroad quietly and don't cause any trouble for me anywhere."
"You pushed me into the pit and got me all messed up, and now you're complaining about me. What did I do to cause you trouble? I was just trying to save face for you, okay?"
“You should know that the old man Huang you got involved with is no good. Now that he’s in jail, it’s perfect, our whole family can get out of here.”
"No, so you know everything, but you just won't tell me."
Fan Siwen stood up abruptly, her eyebrows raised high in anger.
“What’s the use of telling you this? If things go wrong, our family business, spanning generations, will turn into a pile of sand because of your efforts. A gust of wind and everything will be gone.”
"I almost died, and you're still talking about it."
The person sitting on the sofa stood up, walked over, and comforted him, "I know you've suffered a lot of grievances lately. Here, I'll give you 20. How about it? Spend it as you please."
“I’m locked up here, where am I supposed to get money?” Fan Siwen glanced to the side, pouting and refusing to look at him.
"As the saying goes, 'Where there's life, there's hope.' If you just stay out of this storm, you'll be living a very comfortable life later." The man became more and more excited as he spoke, clapping his hands together loudly.
Fan Siwen still ignored him.
The man loosened his tie and walked out.
"Young Master, please get some rest."
The robot followed them out as well.
After the man left, Fan Siwen began to mutter what the man had just said.
If Huang Zhongqian used the pretext of seizing leverage over the children of business owners to gain control of domestic enterprises, then what reason did this hostile force use to court people like his father in order to reach a peaceful deal?
He definitely has his own way of doing things.
Given his ability to operate in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, it seems he has a winning hand not only domestically but also with foreign powers.
This person is truly remarkable.
The most urgent task is not to praise this person, but to find something to use against him within our capabilities.
This is truly remarkable.
Moreover, it seems that his father has also been won over to this person's influence.
His father understood the principle that "a single hair can affect the whole body."
The reason they were willing to take the bait, besides the fact that this person had a set of methods, was that their family must have something on him that he had.
As Fan Siwen pondered, the heavy memories caused her to shut down and drift off to sleep.
He slept soundly for days.
No matter how much outsiders called, they couldn't wake him up.
When he opened his eyes, he was already in his dad's car.
"Where are you taking me?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes, squinted at the outside, and couldn't help but stretch out a big yawn, her back still pressed tightly against the seat without moving an inch.
"I had a very pleasant negotiation with a foreign company. Today I plan to meet with both families for a casual meal so that we can get along better in the future."
"Just say so if you want to set me up on a blind date."
"This step is unnecessary. We can go straight to meeting the parents and signing an engagement agreement, thus forming an alliance between the two families. We will share both hardships."
"How afraid of death are you? You sold me out right then and there and even counted the money in front of me."
"If you know that, get up quickly. When you get there, change your clothes and dress up nicely. You might get a good bargaining chip."
"I don't."
"Afu, prepare a suitable wheelchair for the young master, and also prepare an appropriate dose of anesthetic. It should be enough to keep the young master in the wheelchair for 6 hours."
"What are you doing? Do I need to remind you that anesthesia can damage your brain?"
"It's harmless."
"I never said I wasn't going. I guarantee a splendid appearance, just you wait and see."
The people nearby were watching today's news and ignored his remarks.
"Before that, give me a cell phone."
"You fell down yourself, so you have to find the cause."
"You, do you even want me to perform well later?"
"You're not ready to sit at the negotiating table yet."
Fan Siwen shut her mouth at the right time.
Thinking about the meeting in a little while, he was determined to make a good impression.
The car stopped in front of a mansion.
Two men, one old and one young, got out of the Maybach.
I followed the waiter inside.
The elder gestured to the people who followed him in to take the group away.
The three split into two groups.
Fan Siwen followed Afu to the hotel room area next to the reception room.
I counted the house numbers and pushed open the door to go inside.
"Young master, I'll wait for you at the door. The suit is placed by the bathroom door."
"Okay, I understand."
Once inside the washroom, Fan Siwen pushed the door shut and pondered deeply while looking at her reflection in the mirror.
If he tries to escape now, the probability of him being caught is extremely high, and he will likely be dead beyond repair when he returns, not just in a wheelchair.
He believed his dad was capable of it.
At this juncture, the important thing is to save face for his father first.
The matter was handled properly.
He also had the opportunity to negotiate with his father.
Running away is not the best option; the priority is to contact Song Yize first.
After washing up, she walked out looking radiant.
Afu smiled knowingly as he saw the person walking out of the washroom shining brightly; his young master had finally grown up.
An old man and a young man walked to the reception room. During their walk, they saw several young men from various companies come to greet them. Fan Siwen casually took a glass of champagne from a waiter and clinked glasses with him.
Polite, courteous, dignified, and elegant—these are all qualities that describe Fan Siwen's current positive image in social circles. Even the bride's family, with whom she has a marriage alliance, has repeatedly praised Fan Siwen.
"Your son is handsome and well-mannered. He has clearly been carefully cultivated since childhood and has a promising future."
Although it was translated from ancient English, it was very useful to Fan Siwen.
Fan Siwen smiled at the other woman's daughter, gracefully extended her arm, and invited her to dance on the dance floor.
In the center of the dance floor, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, the stars of the day, were captivating everyone with their enchanting dance moves.
"Why are these playboys acting like they're possessed today?"
"It seems you've been paying a lot of attention to me."
"Your reputation is already well-known in Europe and America."
"Thanks to everyone's kindness."
"What are your plans after our two families are united by marriage?"
"Is it really okay to ask about such a big size right off the bat?"
"Ask first to avoid things getting messy later."
"Now that you have this idea, I'm relieved. When do you plan to stop?"
"After the two parties reached a strategic cooperation agreement? Or before?"
"Didn't you have any expectations of success?"
"Isn't a small upward move in both stocks considered a success?"
"As expected of the financial world's rising star, she's a master strategist."
"Congratulations to you both. I hope you will give me more guidance, Young Master Fan."
Without any drama or fuss, Fan Siwen participated fully in the entire event.
Both sides then delivered speeches, concluding the evening's events in a harmonious manner.
The marriage between the two companies has amazed the entire business district.
The photo of Wan'er signing her name made headlines on major news outlets.
The group of people watching the news from behind had grim expressions.
From now on, it will be as difficult as an ant trying to climb to the sky to shake any of the forces.
Behind this, not only business people are watching, but also political figures from various countries.
On the way back, Fan Siwen leaned close and asked, "How did I do today?"
The people around didn't say anything.
"Are the chips I got today worth buying a new phone?"
"I'll have Afu buy it for you tomorrow."
The person still didn't look up.
"Can I go out for a bit while I'm at it...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Fan Siwen looked up and immediately shut his mouth.
Getting even a little benefit is a good thing.
He didn't expect him to agree to go out.
Let's just say it's all in advance, just in case, right?
The next day, Fan Siwen got her phone back. The first thing she thought of was calling Song Yize.
"Hello."
The call was answered.
"Don't hang up yet, let's talk for as long as we can."
First, give the other party a heads-up.
"Um."
"What's wrong? You don't seem to be in a good mood! Have you not been doing well at the sanatorium lately?"
"No. How are things on your end?" The person on the other end changed the subject.
"I've learned a lot, and I'll tell you one by one. Oh, right, about Chen Lili. I need to tell you first: stay away from her, she's an undercover agent!"
"Why are you all like this! What's the point of doubting your own people? You just believe whatever others say after being stirred up. Can't you have some subjective judgment?"
"What's wrong with you? Did you get shot?! I'm just trying to be helpful, and you have to believe me, I'm telling the truth!"
"Click." The phone was abruptly disconnected.
Fan Siwen looked at the screen showing the end of the call, still annoyed, and dialed again. "The number you dialed is currently busy, please try again later, sorry..."
The phone was mercilessly turned off.
"If you can hang up, so can I."
The next second, I wanted to throw the phone aside, but after thinking about it, I picked it up again and dialed another number.
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