Chapter 29 People are addicted to food
The conference room on the 32nd floor has a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight shines in obliquely, making the room bright and transparent. Similarly, every detail of every person is clearly visible.
The four members of the board of directors are all veterans who have fought together with Fu Chen to conquer the world, and they are best at changing with the times.
He has been calculating clearly in the business world all his life, but now that he is old, he still has to go through the motions in this conference room with this father and son, acting blindly.
They only came to be witnesses for Fu Chen's sake and did not want to get involved in the Fu family's private affairs, so they sat in their seats without saying a word.
Fu Chen sat in the main seat at one end, and Fu Linyu sat beside him, with his head lowered and his face submissive, looking like a good son.
Fu Chengyun was sitting at the other end of the long table, his elbows resting on the table, smiling as he looked across at the father and son who were singing in unison.
Halfway through the meeting, Fu Chengyun reported on the overseas project in detail. He sat back in his seat, waiting to hear Fu Chen's response.
Only a few shallow breathing sounds remained in the room, and the air seemed almost frozen.
Fu Chen glanced at everyone present, his cloudy gaze finally fixed on Fu Chengyun. "You've ruined the project. Do you have anything to explain?"
"No," Fu Chengyun said truthfully.
No one here is a greenhorn; the success or failure of a project won't be determined by him alone. Since Fu Chen insists on accusing him, any explanation he gives will be in vain.
Fu Chen stared at him and said slowly, "Since you got married, your ability has declined significantly." He rubbed his forehead with a look of regret. "On the contrary, Lin Yu's project is doing well. I think it would be better to let Lin Yu share your work."
Nonsense, the Chengxi project is just waiting for a signature. Fu Linyu is a man, he can get it.
Fu Chengyun picked up the pen from the table and held it between his index and middle fingers. He lowered his eyes, concealing the gloom in them. "The difficulty of foreign projects is obvious to all. You can't generalize."
In the past, he would have obeyed Fu Chen's advice. But today, he didn't want to.
Fu Chengyun looked at Fu Linyu, his smile as warm as the winter sun. "Linyu, the profits from the West City project are quite high, right?"
There was a sharp sword hidden in his eyes, piercing the bull's eye. Fu Chengyun pointed out the key point so nakedly, exposing the little thoughts in his heart and laying them out in the open.
"Ah? What profit? The profit will eventually be transferred into the company account." Fu Linyu pretended to be stupid, trying to get away with it.
But Fu Chengyun can hardly protect himself, so how can he be so kind?
He leaned forward, looking directly at Fu Linyu. "I negotiated the West City project from start to finish. We agreed that a portion of the profits would go directly into my personal account. Since you signed the contract, it must have gone into your account."
After saying this, he looked at the father and son opposite him leisurely.
As expected, the father's kindness and the son's filial piety are just superficial, and the real situation is collusion.
Fu Chen can even give up his best chess piece, so how can he be sincere to the next one!
He frowned, looked sideways at Fu Linyu, and spoke sternly. "What's going on?"
More than a dozen pairs of eyes in the conference room looked over at him. Fu Linyu was attacked from both sides and had no way to defend himself.
He glared at Fu Chengyun, then quickly explained to Fu Chen with a smile on his face. "Dad, I really didn't know. I just signed my name. As you know, this project was indeed negotiated by my eldest brother."
Seeing him panic, Fu Chengyun took advantage of the situation and pressed on. "Then I'll ask the finance department to transfer the money that just came into your account to the company account."
"Okay." Fu Linyu smiled flatteringly at Fu Chen.
Fu Chen looked at his two sons with a complicated expression. The eldest son was indeed very capable and a master at controlling the company, but his ambitions were obvious, and he was gradually deviating from the path he had planned for him.
He had thought that if he could just put some pressure on his eldest son, he would become obedient. But this untamed wolf not only lost his own troops but also dragged another into the water. The gentle and obedient eldest son seemed to be becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
Seeing his expression of dismay, Fu Linyu quickly flattered him. "Dad, are you tired?"
Fu Chen moved his chair to the side, putting some distance between him and Fu Linyu. He made no effort to hide the disgust on his face.
The second son couldn’t even handle the embezzlement of public funds, and when he was exposed, he exposed his cards directly, which made him even more useless.
I thought I had the upper hand in this silent chess game with Fu Chengyun, but in the end, I was the one who lost.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"Shut up!" Fu Chen shouted angrily. He had chosen Fu Linyu because, despite his lack of ability, he was loyal enough. He had never imagined that after half his life of shrewdness, he would end up being wronged right at his doorstep.
Fu Chen waved his hand, unwilling to see him again. "Go home."
"Okay, okay." Fu Linyu knew the situation was hopeless and said no more. He stood up and walked towards the door. In a corner where no one was paying attention, he gave Fu Chengyun a fierce look.
With this, the battle between the father and his two sons finally came to an end. Fu Chen emerged, surrounded by several shareholders. Fu Chengyun followed obediently behind him, his demeanor respectful and gentle, but the smile on his face didn't seem fake. His steps were relaxed, and his whole body exuded joy, like a victorious general.
"If I didn't give Lin Yu the West City Project, the money would have flowed into your account, right?"
Fu Chen did not turn around, but walked slowly with his crutches one meter in front of Fu Chengyun.
His steps suddenly stopped, Fu Chengyun looked up at his back and did not say anything.
He was desperate and tried every possible means, thinking of dragging Fu Linyu into the water at all costs, but he accidentally exposed the most fatal link.
The meeting ended, and Fu Chengyun won, yet also lost. The 32nd floor returned to its former silence.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the only sound in his ears being the beating of his own heart.
He wasn't the only one trembling with fear. Ning Che felt his heart was about to burst out of his throat. He was tied to the seat of the bungee jumping machine by a safety rope, rising dozens of meters into the air.
Back in the Demonic Cult, tumbling and leaping were commonplace, and Qinggong was mastered to perfection. How come I'm afraid of heights in this world?
"Ning Che~" Lizi shouted in his ear. "Shout it out~ and you won't be afraid~"
Afraid?
He sneered in his heart.
You probably don't know the ability of the Demon Cult's best lightness skill!
I just changed the way I took off, and I was a little uncomfortable with it.
Ning Che turned his head and replied loudly: "I~don't~"
The next second, the bungee jumping machine lost gravity and fell.
"ah--"
Lizi supported Ning Che and walked to the bench, stopping every once in a while. Chen He walked towards them from the carousel, holding Jia'er's hand.
Jiaer held a marshmallow bigger than her face and jumped onto Ning Che's legs.
The impact of the round body knocked him back, causing him to fall flat on his back on the bench.
"Hey! Be careful!" Chen He touched Ning Che's forehead with the back of her hand. "Why is this happening?"
Lizzie spread her hands and shrugged, saying helplessly, "He insisted on going on the bungee jumping machine. I thought he was so awesome! Turns out he's just a wimp."
Lose the fight, not the battle. Ning Che's face was pale, and he pretended to be powerful. "No! I'm just a little uncomfortable. Let's go! Keep playing!"
"Great! I'm going to catch the dolls!" Jiaer was the first to raise both hands in agreement.
The four of them went to the claw machine again, spent two hundred yuan on coins, and didn't catch a single one. Ning Che was so angry that he raised his foot to kick the glass of the claw machine.
"Jia'er, uncle will knock one out for you!"
Chen He and Lizi had seen his fighting ability, so they quickly held his arms on the left and right, and used all their strength to drag him away.
"Let's play video games!" Jiaer gave an order, and several people rushed to the video game arcade again!
Ning Che gripped the game controller tightly in both hands, his neck stretched so high that he almost rammed his head into the screen. His brows were furrowed, and he looked more focused than if he were fighting with a bodyguard.
He lost ten games in a row.
Ning Che was puzzled. How could this paper man's fight be more difficult than a real fight with swords and guns?
He angrily slammed the game controller down, "This damn thing must be my nemesis!"
Chen He and Li Zi hurriedly carried the person out, one on each side. Jia Er looked at the shattered controller and went to the front desk to compensate the person for the controller.
"Or we can go to the haunted house."
"This is great. We don't have to pay for it!" Lizzie said excitedly.
The four of them bought their tickets and walked in side by side with great confidence. With a loud bang, the door was shut from the inside.
Ning Che subconsciously turned around, but there was no one at the door.
But seeing that the other three didn't react, he comforted himself that it might have been the wind.
As they continued to go deeper, they occasionally saw flashes of starlight in the darkness, but they were not enough for them to see what was ahead.
The eyes are blind and the hearing is maximized.
A rustling sound came from the front, getting closer and closer, and the sound became louder and louder.
But there is no warmth.
Could it really be a ghost!
He rushed out, punching, sweeping legs, and throwing over-the-shoulder throws, his combo moves were incredibly smooth.
The corridor was filled with screams, each one shrill and full of injustice.
"ah!"
"Ah! You hit people!"
“Help!”
With a snap, the emergency lights were turned on by the staff. The room was as bright as day. Several people squinted their eyes, and it took a few seconds to adjust before they could see clearly.
Right in front of them, an NPC in white clothes, with messy hair and a long blood-red tongue, was lying on the ground screaming.
His arms were twisted behind his back in a very contorted manner.
The culprit was holding his wrist with one hand and stepping on his back with the other.
The man was like a dying fish, being stepped on the ground and unable to move.
Jia'er came closer and asked, "Are you all so dedicated?" She tapped the corner of the man's mouth with her radish-like finger and said admiringly, "You're all spitting real blood!"
Ning Che looked down at the ghost he had subdued. The ghost was desperately twisting its neck and begging for mercy. The two of them suddenly looked at each other, both of them confused.
Chen Helizi sighed, walked forward, and carried Ning Che away on both sides, her movements very familiar.
Jiaer took out her phone watch and very tactfully called Fu Chengyun.
"Hey! Uncle, your wife beat someone up and made him vomit blood. She might be in jail soon. Come and save her."
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