Jiang Bo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Meng Fu up and down.
Finally, I remembered Meng Fu.
The daughter of the Jiang family who had a grudge against her daughter and was now wandering around and mixing in the entertainment industry.
Even Mr. Jiang looked at her solemnly, but Meng Fu was like this...
Jiang Bo was so angry at her ignorance that he laughed. He raised his eyebrows with some contempt: "You?"
Meng Fu was still calm and collected. She faced the sunlight outside with a calm expression, "Yes, I."
"Okay," Jiang Bo sat still in his chair, pushed the document to Meng Fu across the table, and sneered, "If you can't do it, I believe you know the result."
Meng Fu took the contract, holding a pen in one hand and the contract in the other, without finding a table to put on, and flipped through a few pages of the contract. The contract contained a lot of content, and apart from the official terms, the rest was the core content of the MS case.
"Fuer..." Jiang Quan stood up and opened his mouth when he saw Meng Fu about to sign.
"It's no use struggling," Meng Fu turned to Jiang Quan and said calmly, "Look at them, do they look like they will let Jiang go?"
...
...
Jiang Quan had nothing to say.
Meng Fu said that she had finished reading the contract, and the contents were similar to what she had guessed on the way. Then she directly signed the two big words "Meng Fu" on the contract.
Meng Fu moved quickly. Jiang Quan, Jiang Yu and the other directors around her didn't react in time. They just watched Meng Fu sign.
Jiang Bo took the contract back, turned to Jiang Quan, and shook the contract in his hand: "Boss Jiang, Meng Fu is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Is this contract valid?"
Jiang Quan was worried about the old man's physical condition. He had already signed the contract and could not change it. Jiang Quan did not show weakness and turned to Jiang Bo calmly: "Of course."
On the other hand, the people on Jiang’s board of directors were dumbfounded.
One dares to sign, and the other really dares to respond!
Is Jiang Quan planning to just throw the jar into the ground and not want to struggle anymore?
The Jiang family directors couldn't help but turn their eyes to Meng Fu. Because the Jiang family had not publicized it, they had only recently guessed that there was such a person in the Jiang family who had been active in the entertainment industry.
As for the description of the old man of the Jiang family, it is even more vivid. Meng Fu is probably the image of a very well-behaved girl.
At this moment, this good girl actually calmly signed the hot potato in front of Jiang Bo, which no one in the entire T city dared to take?
Jiang Yu and the people on the board of directors couldn't help but stare at Meng Fu, as if they wanted to see through her.
But the most important thing right now is Mr. Jiang’s problem.
Jiang Quan called for emergency treatment, and the hospital staff came quickly. The doctor who came with the car was the one who treated the old man last time. He frowned and began to scold Jiang Quan and the others, "You know the condition of Mr. Jiang, don't you know how to take good care of him?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jiang Quan apologized to the doctor and frowned as he watched the old man being pushed into the emergency room.
Meng Fu had already put some incense she had urgently made in the old man's hand on the way, so he was no longer in a hurry.
He just lowered his head and put his mask back on.
Ten minutes later, the attending doctor who had scolded Jiang Quan to death and went in with a serious face came out again with a puzzled look on his face, "It seems that the old man is not in a serious condition..."
The use of "seems" is confusing.
Jiang Quan: “…”
He didn't say anything, but Jiang Yu, the assistant beside Jiang Quan, asked: "Doctor...did you make the right diagnosis?"
Jiang Yu didn't study medicine, but he could see the recent changes in Grandpa Jiang's health. The doctor said it was okay, but he did have doubts.
The attending doctor also doubted himself: "...I'll go in and take a look."
Three minutes later, he took out another piece of information and confirmed his diagnosis. "Look, this is Mr. Jiang's physical report."
Meng Fu finally yawned and thanked the doctor politely: "Thank you, doctor."
She had been leaning against the wall, and now she finally stood up straight. Everyone outside the emergency room was surprised that the old man was okay. Only Meng Fu stood there lazily, as if everything was under control.
Jiang Quan couldn't help but look at Meng Fu again, with some hesitation in his brows.
Hearing that the old man was fine and his backer was still there, the directors felt relieved.
"We need to give them the final result in three days," the board member who spoke thought seriously, "There are two options. First, I heard that Tong Eryu is learning these in the capital, so we can ask the Tong family for help."
"I've already asked the Tong family about this." Jiang Quan shook his head, "He can't do anything about it."
Jiang Xinran also responded to these last time.
The members of the board of directors probably knew this was the case, and they were not surprised. "Then we can only use the second method, transfer the equity, and try to minimize the loss in three days."
Meng Fu reached out and pulled the mask back on: "There is a third option."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yu turned to Meng Fu, "The third one?"
"Make the identification." Meng Fu stood up straight and prepared to leave. She seemed to hook her lips towards Jiang Yu. Because she was wearing a mask, her face could not be seen clearly, but her slightly curved peach blossom eyes could be seen.
"Do an appraisal?" The director next to him listened carefully. Today, he was also impressed by Meng Fu's aura. He glanced at Meng Fu and said, "But our Jiang Group doesn't have that kind of top-grade perfumer. It's even more impossible to hire a perfumer who can make one."
Everyone knows that this kind of perfumer is extremely rare. Most of them are mixed up in the international community and among the major superpowers. No matter how famous the Jiang family is in T City, they are only the richest family in T City.
If it was as simple as Meng Fu said, the Jiang family wouldn't have had to endure it for so long.
"I'll help you," Meng Fu glanced at the director who was speaking, then patted him on the shoulder and said kindly, "Of course, as for the hard work fee, grandpa has already transferred it to me."
"By the way," she said, and without waiting for anyone to respond, she turned to Jiang Quan and asked, "Did you guys hand it in that day?"
"Three days later, Monday morning at nine o'clock." Jiang Quan said.
"Understood." Meng Fu turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance, making a reassuring gesture to Jiang Quan, "See you in three days."
The elevator door opened and closed.
Jiang Quan listened to Meng Fu's words without reacting. He just stared at her back as she left.
Mr. Jiang did give her a lot of money before.
Jiang Quan also knew.
"Boss Jiang, your daughter just said..." The other directors also heard what Meng Fu said. They turned to Jiang Quan, paused, and asked, "The eldest lady said she would help us? Isn't she an artist? I heard she is very good at it. My son is also a pastry chef."
"Puff." Jiang Yu reminded.
"Oh, yes, Puff." The director nodded and turned to Jiang Quan, "Are you serious, Miss?"
Are you serious?
To be honest, Jiang Quan is not sure now.
He only knew that the old man, who should have been terminally ill, was fine now. Thinking about the things Meng Fu had given the old man many times before and after, he paused and said, "Maybe..."
His only doubt now is, Meng Fu...
Is she a perfumer?
Jiang Quan wanted to ask Meng Fu seriously, but he felt that he was overthinking. Tong Eryu was just a little talented, but he was taken away by people from the capital. Meng Fu's words...
Now that things have come to this, there is no room for maneuver. Jiang Quan stopped daydreaming and turned to the board members, "First, take care of the shares. Also, don't tell my dad about the MS contract. Let him have a good rest."
The members of the board of directors would not pin their hopes on a little girl. "I know. I'll ask the Tong family."
In the entire T city, only the Tong family is connected to the capital.
Mr. Jiang had also discussed cooperation with the Tong family before, but the Tong family had always been hesitant.
**
downstairs.
Meng Fu got in the car.
Su Cheng is driving in front.
Meng Fu took off her shoes, sat cross-legged in the back seat, supported her chin with her hands, and looked at Su Cheng's back.
Su Cheng was concentrating on driving, but he could also see the figure in the rearview mirror. He paused, and his icy eyes became a little warmer under the reflection of the rearview mirror, "You say."
"Just," Meng Fu had never been used to following any rules. She changed her hand to support her chin and said calmly, "Was it reckless of me to do this?"
Even though she didn't explain clearly, Su Cheng knew what she was talking about.
Meng Fu has always been unpredictable.
There is always a kind of erratic and unruly look in her eyes.
It's rare to discuss this with others in such a serious manner.
Su Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw Wen Liang's eyes were unusually gentle. He opened his mouth and was about to say something.
Meng Fu spoke calmly, as if it was a matter of course, "Of course I'm not reckless. How could I just watch my grandfather being bullied?"
"…This is indeed a troublesome matter." At last, she supported her chin with her hand and looked out the window lazily.
It was almost noon and the sun was shining brightly outside.
In the rearview mirror, Meng Fu's profile was illuminated by the sunlight and looked a little blurry, but her thin outline was printed on the rearview mirror. Shen Wan was calm.
Although he didn't need to answer, Su Cheng still smiled and said, "Well, you are not reckless."
"certainly."
**
The Jiang family’s affairs cannot be concealed, and almost everything that should be known is known.
This is Jiang Bo.
"Jiang Quan and his team signed the contract so readily, maybe it was a fraud." They are all businessmen. After Jiang Bo left Jiang's company, he was also worried and asked someone to check the specific actions of Jiang Quan and his team. "Jiang Xinran didn't have any contact with the Tong family, right?"
"I checked. Jiang Xinran has been preparing for the Yu family's Youth Painting Competition recently," Jiang Bo's subordinate replied respectfully, "She has no time to contact Tong Eryu."
In the entire T city, what Jiang Bo fears most is that the Tong family will intervene.
The old man of the Yu family is the president of T University, Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association, and Jiang Xinran is close to Tong Eryu.
For Jiang Bo, what he feared most was that the Yu family and Jiang Xinran would suddenly show up. If Yu Yong really invited the president of the animation association, or Jiang Xinran would persuade Tong Eryu to invite those people in Beijing, this matter would not be able to continue.
However, it is very difficult to invite the president of the Animation Association. After all, even the Lord of T City himself has not met the president of the Painting Association many times.
The only one left is Jiang Xinran's side.
Jiang Boxin felt relieved when he heard that Jiang Xinran did not contact Tong Eryu.
The Jiang family had been seeking cooperation from the Tong family, and now that the Jiang Quan contract was signed so neatly, the Tong family would definitely not get involved.
As for Meng Fu...
Jiang Bo didn't take it to heart at all.
**
Meng Fu here, when she was looking at the contract at Jiang's before, she wrote down the main contract of MS.
After coming back, she was not idle either.
Zhao Fan, who was watching Su Di tinkering in the kitchen, saw Meng Fu coming back and started to get busy again. He couldn't help but walk around her, "You didn't get any rest last night, did you? Get a good sleep today, because you still have to live stream all day tomorrow."
"I want to check something." Meng Fu sat in front of the computer and reached out to enter an address.
"Okay." Zhao Fan stood behind Meng Fu and saw Meng Fu's computer page clearly for the first time.
Meng Fu's computer booted up quickly. There were a lot of things on the computer page in her study, very messy and not classified. It was worthy of being Meng Fu's computer.
It's really her style.
Zhao Fan put one hand in her pocket and held a water cup in the other hand. She even saw an online game that young people have liked to play in recent years.
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, remembering that Meng Fu didn't like games before.
While Zhao Fan was thinking, Meng Fu had already called up a pure black web page.
The whole webpage is strange, full of strange words.
It's dazzling.
"Poisoned?" Zhao Fan pointed at the page and frowned.
A message popped up in the lower left corner. Meng Fu skipped it without even looking up. "No, it's an overseas website."
"Oh." Zhao Fan nodded, paused, and asked tentatively, "Do you know all these characters?"
E language.
Meng Fu said "hmm" and typed "MS" in the search box.
Zhao Fan watched Meng Fu skillfully use the search bar and browse the messages displayed on it. She couldn't help but put down the cup: "You... also know this language?"
"I learned a little."
"……oh."
Zhao Fan went out silently and closed the door as Meng Fu said, but she didn't understand what Meng Fu was doing.
Outside, Su Di brought out two cups of tea, one of which was handed to Zhao Fan: "Doctor Luo just contacted me and said that Mr. Jiang had another problem. Is Miss Meng okay?"
"I don't know." Zhao Fan just realized that something happened to Mr. Jiang, and she looked towards the door worriedly.
Su Di raised his cup and said, "I'll go serve tea to Miss Meng."
In the study, Meng Fu sat on a chair, looking at the search page on the computer, playing with her mobile phone in her hand.
The fluorescent light from the computer reflected on her face, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.
On the computer are all the results about MS. She has been away for two years, and the development of the perfume industry in these two years has exceeded her expectations.
Her master told her that everything about perfume making comes from practice, and if this way doesn't work, try another one.
Su Di was not as brave as Zhao Fan to go and look at Meng Fu's computer.
"Sudi," Meng Fu took the tea, took a sip, and looked at him thoughtfully, "If I want to send something back from abroad, how long will it take?"
"Where exactly?" Su Di nodded. Wei Jingke was exiled abroad, and Su Xuan was also abroad.
Meng Fu leaned back in her chair, "International Federation, how long will it take?"
She is not very clear about the strictness of the federal checkpoints.
"Federation?" Su Di was stunned and couldn't help but look at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu nodded, "Send some facial masks."
"I'll ask Master Wei." Su Di understood. It was purchasing on behalf of others.
He took out his cell phone and called Su Xuan, but the call didn't go through, so he asked Wei Jingke.
"Facial mask?" When Wei Jingke heard that Meng Fu wanted a facial mask, he couldn't help but pause, then slowly said: "It will take about a day to go through several major inspections."
one day.
Meng Fu has to record a variety show tomorrow, so there is not enough time.
She nodded to Su Di and said, "I understand." She didn't say anything else.
Su Di went out.
Meng Fu's voice was also heard on the other end of the phone. Wei Jingke paused, remained silent for a moment, and patiently explained, "One day is the fastest way to send something back from the Federation. Does she think that the Federation is as fast as Country R? Go explain it to her."
"I'm not going in." Su Di was still frightened. "Next time when she's in a better mood, I'll ask her for the phone number of the federal purchasing agent."
**
inside the house.
Meng Fu took a deep breath, then reached out and typed a few codes on the keyboard again.
A chat room suddenly appeared.
Meng Fu slid down the members in the chat room.
All seem to be online.
[Universe-level money-grubber] Wants to make money every day: Xia Xia, I have a favor to ask of you.
[FBI] Lewis: …
【Galaxy Thief】Mask: This tone, Meng Dad's daily operation——(Xia Xia, kneel down, I have something to talk to you about) (Shaking legs)
[Solar System Delivery Man] M Xia: Okay.
[Galaxy Thief] Mask: Wow, Xia Xia, you treat me differently!
Meng Fu had just seen the other party type "OK" when a voice message popped up on the computer.
Meng Fu took the headphones and put them on. The sound was converted by a machine, and the effect was average. The current was flowing. "Where are you?"
"Beijing, takeout delivery."
Everyone in the group knows each other's identities. Basically, they have been on Louis' wanted list, so there is no need to hide.
Only Meng Fu is unpredictable.
Mask and M Xia have been involved in many shady arms deals and have offended many superpowers.
If they cannot solve these sequelae, they will ask "Dad Meng" to help them.
We have never met, but we are very happy to cooperate with each other.
In addition to this large group, they also have a small group that specifically speculates on the identity of this Meng Dad. They even listed all the people on the Skynet mercenary rankings and hacker rankings, but none of them matched the identity of "Meng Dad".
Meng Fu kicked his feet and turned in a different direction. "I have something I need to transfer back from the Federal Center. Please help me transfer it to T City."
M Xia knew Meng Fu was in T City, but she never asked when Meng Fu wanted to see someone. She gave an exact time, "eight hours."
It takes seven hours to fly from the federal airport to the domestic airport.
Eight hours.
Meng Fu was not surprised that M Xia dared to be so confident, "Trouble."
"You're welcome." M Xia smiled.
**
Nine o'clock in the evening.
Su Di was still busy in the kitchen, and Zhao Fan was discussing the details of tomorrow's filming with the crew of "A Day of a Star".
There was a knock at the door.
"Hello, courier."
express delivery?
Su Di had sharp ears. He went to open the door with a spatula and was surprised that Meng Fu rarely shopped online.
After opening the door, there was no one outside, only a box at the door.
Su Di looked down at the box. There was only a piece of paper on the box with a dragon-shaped logo and a few lines of characters written in a flamboyant style.
[MF, receive.] 】
He moved his gaze to the next row, his eyes narrowed slightly.
【Send to: M Xia.】 】
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Good night, good night!
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