Fushun stood at the fence on the second floor, pointing the extra documents in his hand to the crowd. None of the factory workers on the first floor knew Fushun, especially the factory director who was also down there.
Fushun revealed his identity, and when attention began to focus, Fushun realized.
He couldn't give a public speech at all, and it was even very difficult for him to explain things clearly in front of so many people.
"I, actually, just wanted to make it clear to everyone."
Fushun glanced at Feng Chang pointing at him from below. He had no idea what he was cursing at, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be trying to drive him away.
"When I was little, I was just like everyone else. In fact, you are all my uncles and aunts." Fushun was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. It turned out that the guy he had always laughed at who only knew how to tell pitiful stories was actually himself.
Fushun didn't want to sound pitiful. His parents were still alive, but he couldn't be considered a filial son. He had never brought anything to his family since he was born.
"I'm telling you all this just to let you know that I'm not a businessman. I just want to have my own business while I'm still young."
Fushun was pulled down from the second floor by Feng Chang and several others.
After the incident in Fushun, people in the factory couldn't help but wonder if there was something fishy about the bidding. Even Lao Liao, who had worked steadily for decades, got involved in the incident. Everyone began to think seriously about the matter.
Feng Chang waited for a long time but Liu Ying didn't show up. Since he didn't show up, there was no way he could guarantee Liu Ying.
In the end, due to concerns about the suspicion of other shareholders, Fushun's bid was awarded, and Fengchang's plan fell through.
Having won their first victory, Fushun planned to entertain everyone and specially invited Lao Liao and Chang Sihu. At the dinner table, Chang Sihu tentatively asked, "Brother Shun, should we invite Brother Yun to come as well?"
"It's okay. He's very busy all day. The business will continue even without him."
Chang Sihu pondered Fu Shun's words and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
The next day after this incident, Wu Changyun took Ding Pei to Chang Sihu's office. Chang Sihu was trying to figure out the recent relationship between Fu Shun and Wu Changyun when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Enter!"
Seeing Wu Changyun pushing the door open and coming in with a stunning beauty beside him, it was the first time that Chang Sihu had seen such a beauty.
The girls he usually came into contact with, even if they were pretty, were at best young girls. The Ding Pei in front of him was that kind of sexy and mature beauty, whose every aspect was impeccable.
"Brother Yun, who is this?"
Chang Sihu didn't dare look directly at Ding Pei. He thought she was Wu Changyun's new girlfriend. In this regard, Chang Sihu always felt that Wu Changyun looked hypocritical.
"She came here to work."
"Brother Yun, please stop joking with me. What kind of job am I doing? I'm exposed to oil, wind and sun every day."
"It's okay, I'm here to work. Are you short of staff?" Ding Pei smiled politely.
At first, Ding Pei thought Wu Changyun was joking. Although she had no interest in odd jobs, if odd jobs were linked to a role in a new play, Ding Pei would become more motivated.
"Brother Yun, this is your girlfriend, right?" Chang Sihu came closer and whispered.
"He, he is just a little brother." Ding Pei curled her lips and said, because of the previous joke, she was actually allowed to experience life. Now Ding Pei's impression of Wu Changyun has also changed a little.
"Find her the most tiring job." Wu Changyun rolled his eyes at Ding Pei.
After Chang Sihu's repeated confirmation, the two went to the busiest street in Kowloon, which was well connected and surrounded by pedestrians shopping and strolling.
Ding Pei didn't say much. She put on an apron, grabbed the long chopsticks, and started serving food.
Gathering around the wok, the temperature soon rose very high. Ding Pei was sweating profusely and kept wiping her forehead with her sleeve.
Wu Changyun was paying attention to the crowd. Ding Pei was different from Wu Changyun. She had appeared in the public eye for longer years than Wu Changyun. In addition, she took off her mask because it was hot, so people often recognized Ding Pei on the street.
After a while, the food truck started to look like a celebrity autograph session.
"Help me untie it quickly."
Ding Pei was wearing gloves covered with a layer of golden oil, and she asked Wu Changyun to help her untie her apron.
Wu Changyun just reached out his hand to the other person's back.
"Faster, faster, it's itchy."
Ding Pei rubbed her back against Wu Changyun's hand.
"Help me."
"Where?"
Wu Changyun started to touch from the bottom and moved upwards. People around him looked at him with envy, but more of them were confused about what the relationship was between the masked man in front of him and Ding Pei.
"Yes, that's it."
“You…”
Wu Changyun was a little speechless about the sound made by Ding Pei. This guy really didn't care about the impact in public at all.
"What's wrong? Try harder."
"good."
Wu Changyun applied some force to his fingers, and suddenly Ding Pei jumped up suddenly. She looked back at Wu Changyun in surprise, as if she had seen a ghost.
"It's loose." Ding Pei murmured.
In the next period of time, she would probably experience the feeling of being empty. Ding Pei stared at her breasts, and sure enough, with her slight movement, her clothes also swayed.
"Do you want me to cover it for you?" Wu Changyun said as he was about to unbutton his coat.
"Are you crazy? Why are you here?" Ding Pei rolled her eyes at Wu Changyun in anger, but there was no public toilet or anything like that around.
Wu Changyun protected Ding Pei as she returned to the car. During this short distance, Wu Changyun was responsible for keeping the fans in front of him. There were also people holding cameras in the crowd, who might be reporters from a newspaper.
In Hong Kong today, it is not surprising to see two or three reporters everywhere.
Wu Changyun opened the car door for Ding Pei, but Ding Pei held Wu Changyun tightly and refused to let go.
"It's not appropriate for me to go up there."
"It's okay, help me."
"All right."
Wu Changyun was sitting in the driver's seat, and Ding Pei next to him had her arms around his back, reaching into his shirt and groping around.
Wu Changyun bent the rearview mirror and pointed it at Ding Pei's position.
"What are you doing?" Ding Pei asked Wu Changyun with her hands tucked into her clothes on the back and her head tilted.
"Just admire it, you're so stingy."
Ding Pei was amused by Wu Changyun. How could it be so open? A part of Ding Pei's shirt was lifted up, revealing her abdominal skin.
Ding Pei has a really thin waist. She is the type who deliberately maintains her figure. When they first met, Ding Pei's focus was always on Wu Changyun's figure. People who exercise always have an inexplicable attraction.
"Have you had enough fun?" Ding Pei asked with a smile.
The tone sounded like a teasing tone, and Wu Changyun glanced at Ding Pei.
He always felt that Ding Pei was pretending to be mature in front of him. In terms of experience, he retained the memories of two lifetimes, which made him much older than Ding Pei's actual age.
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