Zhao Fan waited quietly for the person on the other end of the phone to finish speaking before saying, "I have already contacted a lawyer about the divorce agreement. The next time I go back, it will be when I sign the agreement, and a lawyer will contact you."
As soon as these words were spoken, the voice on the other end of WeChat disappeared instantly.
"Zhao Fan, you..." Seeing that the person on the other end of the phone was about to start roaring again, Zhao Fan didn't want to listen anymore and directly cut off the WeChat link.
She had contacted lawyers for these matters before coming to the Federation. She contacted these people today simply because the time had come and she needed to make a final settlement.
She hung up the phone and ignored these people. Instead, she checked WeChat, found the WeChat account of her domestic lawyer, and discussed the issue with him again.
at the same time.
On the other side of WeChat, a middle-aged couple stood together. The woman’s face was full of sternness. When she saw the WeChat message being hung up, she was furious: “This is really outrageous!”
The middle-aged man had a simple and honest look on his face. He glanced at the woman and said, "Xiao Chen, over there..."
"What couple doesn't have little quarrels? Ren's Xiao Chen didn't give her enough things, and she dared to come back to the country and not show up for a long time?" The woman frowned.
"But they have been separated for two years." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, "If she doesn't show up, we can't find her..."
...
...
"Isn't Xiao Chen's company moving back to China?" The woman tilted her head. "They were acquired by the Yang family. It's a good time for them to return to China. We can use a trick to get her back. Xiao Chen can handle the rest."
This side is talking.
Meng Fu was here. She had already reached the small kitchen downstairs. After more than half a month, the "small kitchen" here had been fully built by Chris, and there was even a small stove in the middle designed by Su Di himself.
Seeing Meng Fu coming down, Su Di turned on the fire and started to cook soup. "Did Sister Fan come up to see you just now?"
Su Di could see that Zhao Fan was not in a good mood just now.
He didn't cooperate with Zhao Fan much, but he knew that Zhao Fan had spent the New Year alone or with Meng Fu in recent years.
The last time she and she had a car accident, his parents came frequently, but Zhao Fan was only taken care of by people from Meng Fu's side. At that time, Su Di wanted to ask a little bit, but because of Meng Fu and Su's mother, he didn't ask too much in the end, thinking that Zhao Fan was also an orphan.
But just now downstairs, Zhao Fan said she had something to do with her parents.
"There's something going on," Meng Fu glanced upstairs, "There's two more people tonight, so we can cook more."
Meng Fu obviously didn't want to say more, so Su Di took back the question that was about to come out of his mouth.
Not long after, Zhao Fan came down from upstairs. Her expression seemed no different from before. Su Di didn't notice it, so he let the matter go and instead asked about the signal problem on Meng Fu's side.
"I'm discussing this with Brother Cheng," Meng Fu put her hands in her pockets. Seeing that the Sudi pot was on fire, she couldn't help but take a step back. "He is designing a receiver."
The signal here is shielded by the magnetic field, but it is not impossible to receive information in a small space, it just costs a bit too much.
When Su Di heard that Su Cheng had taken over, he didn't ask any more questions.
After dinner, Zhao Fan followed Yang Hua to settle the affairs of the mansion, while Locke had been sitting in the hall since dinner, glancing at Meng Fu from time to time.
He didn't say anything, and Meng Fu went upstairs without paying any attention to him.
Chris had been waiting for Meng Fu to come back to report on the manor. After Meng Fu had finished her meal and had time, he came up to find Meng Fu with a pile of documents.
Locke had joined the manor before coming here and received his own spices, with a minimum of two sticks per month.
He had looked at them. Although these two were slightly different from the one he got in the capital, the difference was not much. They were both top-quality spices.
After actually getting the spices, he realized that this was not a dream, but reality.
He saw Chris following Meng Fu upstairs, and after thinking about it, he followed them too.
Chris knew that Locke was a master, and he was now very humble. He thought Yang Hua, who was just an ordinary person, was able to control Su Di without any action. He also thought Zhao Fan, who was still an ordinary person, was called Sister Fan by Su Di.
Now that there is a super master Locke in the open, Chris reported to Meng Fu very calmly.
"These are the expenses of the mansion for the past half month," Chris said, straightening his face. "Take a look."
Meng Fu lowered her head and flipped through the documents. It cost a lot to support a mansion, not to mention that she wanted to build this base.
The expenses were huge, and some of the money in her card was from the last fleet, and most of it had been used up.
"We don't have any external business dealings. We just need to give some materials to the association every year, and the association will give us a sum of money," Chris reported, "but this money is a drop in the bucket for us."
Meng Fu naturally knew all this, as the mansion had no external business.
After all, Evian town is different from other places. The information is too backward. It is also close to slums and black areas. There are all kinds of people here, and it is not easy to do business here.
The first funding came from Meng Fu’s private treasury.
But we can't just live off our savings.
"The most important thing now is to build the city wall. As for business..." Meng Fu tapped the table with her fingers, "Let the people who make parts for the Instrument Association continue to make parts. I will help you design a model. When the time comes, you can negotiate the price with the Instrument Association. As for the rest, when the price of our medicinal materials goes up, we will go to the underground exchange to sell spices."
"Selling spices?" Chris stared.
"Well," Meng Fu scratched the paper at hand, and put it away after flipping through it. "Miss Jiang will help you in the future. Let her practice first. There will be others joining in the future. You should stabilize the base for the time being. Wait for her first batch of spices to come out in a few days to test the waters. By the way, go to the market to see if there are any materials that can be used for perfume making. Bring them back so that I can train you personally."
If anyone else said they were selling spices, Chris would naturally not believe it, but the other party was Meng Fu, who sold a bunch of spices at once.
He is also a senior perfumer Meng Fu.
Chris was a little excited. He felt as if he saw the power of the Eighth Party of the Federation rising.
Everyone in the Federation knows that behind every superpower there is a senior perfumer.
Chris has also been in the Federation for many years, so he naturally has a good vision.
Even after all these years, he has never seen a perfumer whose spices are of higher purity than Meng Fu's.
Even when the Blues Family was still around, the purity of their spices seemed to be somewhat lacking: “Yes, Miss Meng!”
Chris went out ambitiously and gave instructions on everything.
Beside him, Locke was still standing there and hadn't left yet. He was watching while the two of them were talking.
Locke is a master, and at the same time, he is proficient in a number of languages, so he can naturally understand the conversation between the two.
Meng Fu let him look at her and turned on the computer. When she saw him looking at her for the nth time, she raised her head and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Hearing this, Locke paused again.
He didn't say anything, and Meng Fu didn't ask either, continuing to look down at the computer.
After a long while, Locke finally replied, "Who are you? What's your background? I heard that the spices in the warehouse were all made by you. As far as I know, even the Federation Fragrance Association can't produce spices with such high purity. Not to mention the Fragrance Association, even the Federation Lord doesn't have it, right? You can produce so many spices at one time, only the Blues Clan at that time could do it, but they have been wiped out. The Blues Clan was the most powerful branch of the Fragrance Association at that time. With the support of the then No. 1, they were eventually wiped out because of the spices in their hands, but you... have so many spices in your hands, but no one has checked, and no one knows about it. Even those big shots don't do anything..."
Meng Fu watched the computer log in, looked up, and interrupted him: "What do you want to say?"
Locke paused again.
He squeezed the spices in his hand, then looked up: "I didn't mean to invade your family. After I got out, someone told me about your family... Then I went to the capital, and that person was from a rebel organization..."
Even though he had surrendered to Meng Fu before, he had never told Meng Fu about these things. He only told her about them now.
"I'm not trying to make things difficult for you," Locke continued, "Those people have probably been eyeing your family for a long time. Your family should have what they want, and it probably isn't spices."
He rambled on and on, and Meng Fu leaned back and smiled, "I know everything. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Locke looked up, "Happy cooperation."
Meng Fu: "..."
She glanced at the computer, which was already open, and Zhao Fan's WeChat page had not been closed. Just as she was about to close it, a message popped up on Zhao Fan's WeChat -
[Xiao Fan, we will return to China next month. Xiao Chen is now the manager of Yang's company. You can have a good talk with him after you come back. We will not force you anymore. If you want a divorce, then go ahead, but you have to go home first, okay? 】
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