The fat mouse Fuyou is a cat with a flowery belly that has become a spirit...
The news that the Jiang family's adopted son inherited the group spread like wildfire throughout the entire S City business community the next day.
Naturally, the most intense reaction came from within the Jiang Group. President Jiang's departure had been sudden, leaving the entire group in disarray. Several of the veterans, each with their own agenda, had already plotted a trap for the inexperienced Young Master Jiang, hoping to take control of the Jiang Group.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wenyan would actually leave the inheritance rights to his sickly adopted son.
After just a few days of contact, they realized that this young master was not someone to be trifled with. He had a pretty face that looked harmless, but in fact he was a sinister person with evil intentions - he was like a cat with a spotted belly that had turned into a spirit!
Don’t even mention how difficult it is!
The day after the funeral, the newly appointed General Manager Xiao Jiang issued a notice to convene a high-level meeting of the group at 3 pm.
Fearing the possibility of being burned, the management team had already arrived at the meeting room. While Fu You was still around, they chatted to pass the time.
"I wonder if Mr. Jiang called everyone over for a meeting because he has something important to discuss."
"Well, young man, you finally have some power, so you want to show it off."
"He's just a kid who hasn't even fully grown his hair yet, and he's a sickly guy who gasps for air every two steps. I really don't know what President Jiang is thinking. He actually..."
"What are you talking about? It's so lively." A pleasant male voice interrupted the conversation in the conference room.
Everyone shuddered, their gazes darting towards the door. Standing there was a thin young man with black hair and fair skin, his lips slightly curled. His smile resembled a sea of bamboo thicket shrouded in a gentle mist.
It was Fu You.
The people who were chatting animatedly fell silent when they saw Fu You. The meeting room was quiet, and occasionally a few unfriendly eyes fell on Fu You who walked in, full of hostility.
Fu You smiled calmly as he sat before the crowd. A young assistant placed a water cup in front of him, and pearly mist slowly rose from it.
President Jiang raised his eyes, his beautiful bamboo-green eyes slowly sweeping across the conference room. "Everyone, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, why not say it directly to my face?"
The few people who had been the loudest earlier now lowered their heads and remained silent, looking like obedient defeated roosters.
Seeing this, Fu You narrowed his eyes and said in a gentle voice, "If no one wants to say anything, then let's start the meeting."
The assistant turned on the projector and took out a document, announcing the personnel transfers that had been decided by Fu You.
At first, there were no objections. But when the assistant thought of transferring Manager Meng from the marketing department to the branch office as the head, Manager Meng instantly slammed the table and stood up!
"Jiang Fuyou, what gives you the right to transfer my position?!" Manager Meng shouted with his eyes wide open.
The executives around looked at each other and just watched the show.
The marketing department is incredibly lucrative. Meng Tianrui, relying on his friendship with Mr. Jiang, who built the company together, also holds shares in the company. It's hard to imagine how much he has made over the years.
Being transferred from the rice warehouse to the salt-alkali land all of a sudden, wouldn't the fat rat be so angry that his eyes would be burning with anger?
However, Meng Tianrui has been in the company for so many years, and apart from other things, his network of contacts is far beyond the reach of Mr. Jiang, an outsider who has just taken over the company.
It seems that the first move made by General Jiang after taking office was to set fire to the troublemaker.
You are still too young and impatient.
Everyone sighed in their hearts.
"Since I am now the heir of the Jiang family, Manager Meng, do you have any objection?" Fu You smiled, and seemed to not care at all about Meng Tianrui's rudeness.
The lighting in the conference room was extremely cold. Fu You was wearing a pure black suit, and the face revealed from under his hair was illuminated by the light, like a handful of fine snow covered in moonlight, cold, white and pale.
Meng Tianrui was so angry that his liver ached. Even the beautiful young man in front of him was an eyesore. He frowned, his eyes wide as an ox, and shouted fiercely, "Who do you think you are? You stinky brat, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you dare to ride on my neck and shit?! Not even your father would dare to talk to me like that!"
"That's because the previous CEO Jiang was good-tempered, well-mannered, and loyal." Fu You chuckled and lowered his eyelids. "I'm so sorry, Manager Meng, I'm a stingy person who only cares about profit, so you'd better be polite when you speak."
Meng Tianrui's face looked even uglier, like a moldy purple potato.
He sneered, "Mr. Jiang is young and inexperienced. Uncle Meng, as someone who's been through this, advises you: young people, it's better not to be too aggressive, or you'll suffer in the future and have no place to cry!"
"Since when has age become something to brag about?" Fu You didn't even raise his eyes. He slowly picked up the water cup and took a sip to moisten his throat. "If that's the case, then the group should go to a nursing home to select a successor."
Xiao Jiang was a beautiful woman with a pleasant, gentle, and clear voice. But it was precisely this opening line that could send Sun Wukong, the popular Monkey King, flying out of Laojun's furnace—smoke billowing from all his orifices.
A group of executives glanced at Meng Tianrui secretly: Wow, the purple sweet potato is now burnt!
Meng Tianrui was speechless after being confronted by Fu You. He pointed at the young man sitting in his original seat with trembling fingers, "You, you, you..." For a long time, he couldn't come up with any clear idea of what he meant by "you".
In the end, he just slammed the door and left in frustration.
With a loud "bang", the conference room returned to calm.
The assistant cleared his throat and continued reading the personnel arrangements. However, the remaining executives looked at each other with strange expressions.
——Among them, there were quite a few who were on Meng Tianrui's side. Even though half of them had never accepted benefits from Meng Tianrui, that didn't mean they were optimistic about this seemingly weak and gentle young CEO.
Within minutes, someone else followed Meng Tianrui out. Following the first, there was a second... Soon, the only people left in the conference room besides Fu You and his assistant were a few young executives who had been promoted in the past two years.
Fu You was still holding the cup and drinking water, calm and composed.
The assistant looked at the remaining people one by one, memorized their faces, then closed the documents and announced the end of the meeting.
Then the rest of the people also left, and in the huge conference room, only Fu You and his assistant were there.
"Boss Jiang, look, should we start the previously arranged matters now?"
The smile on Fu You's face had faded, and beneath his slightly tangled black hair were a pair of overly clear eyes. He looked at the cup in his hand and murmured, "Hmm."
Upon hearing this, the assistant respectfully turned around and left with the documents, while taking out a phone from his pocket. It was unknown what he was arranging.
Fu You gently shook the cup in his hand, and ripples appeared on the surface of the cup, cutting out mottled and shimmering shadows in the young man's deep green pupils.
The ripples slowly spread...
Suddenly intense!
Meng Tianrui slammed the cup onto the table and angrily sat back in his office chair!
"You rude brat!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his chest heaving violently. With a sullen face, he took out his cell phone, ready to contact the other shareholders of the group and encourage them to put pressure on this ignorant new heir.
Meng Tianrui swiped his finger and was about to dial when the phone screen suddenly lit up.
It was his cousin who called him.
He frowned, pressed the answer button, and asked with suppressed anger, "What's the matter?"
"Brother! This is bad!" My cousin's voice came from the other end of the receiver, his voice tearful and anxious like an ant on a hot pan. "Someone from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau just came and said that there was a problem with our previous project, and the person in charge ran away with the money! Now they want to contact us to hold him accountable!"
Meng Tianrui finally figured out the situation from his cousin's confusing narration, and his expression changed instantly.
How is that possible?!
He had studied the project for a long time before signing the contract. If anything went wrong, not only would the huge amount of compensation he would have to pay would leave him deeply in debt, but if he couldn't settle the matter, he could even face jail time!
As he thought about it, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Meng Tianrui's back. His lips trembled and he hadn't figured out how to solve the problem. His cousin on the other end of the phone kept urging him:
"Brother, did you hear that? Think of a solution quickly... Wait, I'm not tipping off anyone, don't grab my phone!"
After a fierce scramble and a warning from the staff, the phone began to beep.
The communication was disconnected.
Meng Tianrui kept holding the phone, his mind blank.
He felt like he was on the verge of death, and he desperately tried to think of someone to turn to for help. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and his expression changed instantly.
The timing of the accident was too coincidental.
Could it be...
An absurd but increasingly probable idea emerged in Meng Tianrui's mind. With a ferocious expression, he suddenly stood up and swept everything on the desk to the ground!
"Damn it, Jiang Fuyou!"
Amidst the crackling sound of things breaking, Meng Tianrui viciously called out the name of the young man who had humiliated him in public today, his tone filled with hatred.
But, there is no other choice.
There was no time for him to waste.
He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot with emotions at their limit.
Meng Tianrui gasped as he looked at the black-screened phone on the table. After a few minutes, he seemed to have finally compromised, and a fear of the future flashed across his face.
Gritting his teeth, Meng Tianrui accepted his fate, lowered his head, and walked towards the president's office with unsteady steps.
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When there was a knock on the door, Fu You was leaning on the sofa in the office smoking.
He smokes occasionally, but he's not addicted. Sometimes when his heart hurts so much that even the effects of the drug can't suppress it, he'll light one to distract himself.
The cigarette was very thin and was held between Fu You's slender fingers. As his pale lips sucked on it, the milky white misty smoke spread over the young man's cold features, which looked like they were made of the first snow.
Fu You held a cigarette in his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse: "Come in."
Meng Tianrui pushed the door open and saw Mr. Jiang sitting on the patent leather sofa with his legs crossed.
Seeing that there was no one else in the office, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The man locked the office door, then strode up to Fu You and knelt down on the ground with a plop!
He rested his head on the back of his palm, completely losing the arrogant attitude he had shown just an hour ago. He cried out in despair, "Please, Mr. Jiang, spare my life!"
Fu You tilted her head and looked at Meng Tianrui with her thick, dark eyelashes lowered.
"What a rare visitor, Manager Meng." He smiled slightly, looking quite harmless. "Are you here to see me about something at work?"
"Mr. Jiang, please be magnanimous and don't argue with me!" Meng Tianrui took two steps on his knees, his head lowered almost touching the tip of Fu You's shoe.
"Where did you get this from?" Fu You shook the fingers holding the cigarette towards the trash can, and the ashes fell down. The sparks coated the fingertips with a layer of burning outline.
He asked with a smile, "How could I, a stinky boy with barely grown hair and a sickly, gasping for breath after every two steps, have the guts to embarrass you?"
This reaction confirmed Meng Tianrui's suspicions. The angrier he became, the more remorseful he expressed himself. He suddenly grabbed Fu You's trouser leg and burst into tears, "Uncle Meng knows I'm wrong! Mr. Jiang, please forgive me for our friendship with your father!"
"Uncle Meng." Fu You suddenly called him gently.
Meng Tianrui was delighted and quickly raised his head, looking at Fu You with pitiful and pleading eyes on his messy old face.
Fu You threw the burnt cigarette butt between his fingers into the trash can and winked at Meng Tianrui: "Uncle Meng, you dirty my shoes."
Meng Tianrui's expression froze on his face instantly, like a clown mask in an amusement park, very funny.
He slowly lowered his head and saw a few drops of the tears he had just cried out dripping onto the other person's shiny leather shoes.
Could it be...
Unable to figure out Fu You's intention, Meng Tianrui did not move for a long time.
After several minutes, he lowered his head and tentatively licked it with his tongue.
He thought that he was at least Fu You's elder, and even if the other party continued to tease him, he should stop and just symbolically humiliate him a few times would be enough.
But he didn't expect that just as he started licking his shoes, Fu You suddenly started coughing violently!
The young man's body trembled violently on the sofa, unable to utter a word. Meng Tianrui needed help at the moment, and without hearing the other party's call to stop, he naturally did not dare to stop without permission.
Fu You stopped coughing only after Meng Tianrui licked all the tears that had dripped onto his shoes.
"Oh, Uncle Meng, why do you have to be like this?" Fu You acted surprised, as if he had just noticed Meng Tianrui's actions, and pointed to the coffee table next to him: "There are tissues here, just wipe it."
…
Meng Tianrui was so angry that his eyes turned black.
He suddenly looked up and saw Fu You looking at him with an innocent smile on her lips. Her hair was as dark as night, her skin was as pale as snow. When she smiled, her cold eyes and brows were filled with a gentle beauty that made anyone feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.
Who could have known that this beautiful CEO with a fragile and frail appearance could do such a cruel and vicious thing!
Meng Tianrui had a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest and he almost suffocated. He felt that Fu You's soft hair seemed to be topped with a pair of bright red devil horns!
Fu You was probably kindhearted, worried that Meng Tianrui, at his age, would be so angry that he would come to see his mother early. The kind-hearted Mr. Jiang rubbed his chin and suddenly asked, "Doesn't Uncle Meng still have some shares in the group?"
Meng Tianrui's pupils shrank.
"I'll buy it at a price slightly higher than the market price. Add to that what you've gained from the group over the years..." Fu You chuckled sarcastically before continuing, "What you've eaten. Add it all together, it should be enough for you to settle this matter."
At this point, no matter how stupid Meng Tianrui was, he should have realized that he had already stepped into the trap set for him by Fu You.
A sense of shock emerged from behind his waist, and Meng Tianrui suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Fu You's trouser leg. The look in his eyes when he looked at Fu You had completely changed, and was even tinged with a bit of fear.
Fu You still had her eyes downcast, her dense eyelashes like the dense down feathers of a bird. When she glanced downward, a deep and cold light covered the bottom of her eyes, which were filled with beautiful green.
The smile on the young man's face faded, almost disappearing. His plain, clean features were filled with a misty, cold expression that resembled boredom and fatigue.
Against the light, it looks as beautiful as a finely carved jade figure.
"Since you are old, your bloodiness should be reduced. Go home and enjoy your retirement. Don't always think about competing with young people." Maybe it was the effect of the medicine. Fu You felt a little cold and sleepy. He didn't want to continue arguing with the old man Meng Tianrui.
He leaned back and slumped into the sofa, while thoughtfully suggesting, "Write your own resignation letter and submit it to HR. That way everyone can save face."
Meng Tianrui gritted his teeth. Even though he was dissatisfied a thousand times or ten thousand times in his heart, he didn't dare to show it in front of Fu You. He had no choice but to admit defeat!
After hurriedly saying thank you, Meng Tianrui got up from the ground and hurriedly left the president's office like a stray dog fleeing in panic.
In less than two hours, the news of Manager Meng's resignation from the marketing department spread throughout the Jiang Group!
Fu You's move of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was effective immediately. Every senior executive had seen Meng Tianrui's arrogant and domineering look when he taught Mr. Jiang a lesson at the meeting. However, less than a few hours later, the situation was reversed in an instant!
Meng Tianrui, who had such a solid foundation in the group, pulled out the new General Manager Xiao Jiang just like pulling out a big carrot!
For a time, no one dared to underestimate the new president just because of his overly thin and pretty appearance.
Several elders who had spoken ill of Fu You at the meeting were even more worried, fearing that they would become the next Meng Tianrui.
——Jiang Siran naturally had no idea what happened that afternoon.
The will at yesterday's funeral was still troubling him. Young Master Jiang drank himself a lot in the bar, and then spent the whole morning sober. With his head aching as if someone had hit him in the temple, he finally figured out a truth -
Why should he just hand over his family business to Fu You? He was not willing to do that!
That was something the old man left for him, and it was taken away by outsiders. So he had to use his own abilities to get it back!
Jiang Siran had a good idea. He drove to the group building in a threatening manner, and looked quite serious with a cold face.
As a result, when the elevator door opened, it bumped into Meng Tianrui who had just submitted his resignation application and was carrying his things downstairs.
Meng Tianrui has a good relationship with Jiang's father. He has visited Jiang's house many times before. He is also very good at pretending in front of Jiang's father. He looks like a real human being.
Jiang Siran was respected by the other party as his elder.
He looked at Meng Tianrui, who had an ugly face, swollen eyelids, and was holding a lot of things in his arms. His heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed something, and his expression became unpleasant.
Jiang Siran stepped forward with his long legs, stopped Meng Tianrui who was about to leave, and asked, "Uncle Meng, what are you doing?"
Meng Tianrui was cursing Fu You in his heart, not even looking where he was going when Jiang Siran blocked his way and narrowly avoided bumping into him. He became even angrier and was about to start cursing when he looked up and saw the handsome and defiant face of Young Master Jiang.
He instantly swallowed back the obscenities that were on the tip of his tongue.
His eyes rolled around, Meng Tianrui sneered in his heart, and thought: Jiang Fuyou, since you are so unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.
After thinking about it, Meng Tianrui suddenly sighed deeply, his old face twitched, and he showed Jiang Siran a smile that was uglier than crying: "Siran, Uncle Meng is old and useless. He can't even help you protect the family business left by Brother Jiang."
He shook his head and glanced back at the group building before walking past Jiang Siran, whose expression changed. "Alas, I'm afraid the Jiang Group will have to change its name in the future!"
After Meng Tianrui finished speaking, he hugged the box, his back slightly hunched, and his back looked very pitiful.
Jiang Siran stood there, watching Meng Tianrui's back disappear from his sight. His head was buzzing, how could he not understand what had happened in the group in just this afternoon?
He couldn't help but clench his fists, and a fire suddenly burned in his chest.
Jiang Fuyou!
Less than a day had passed, and he couldn't help himself. Was he determined to kill all the old men in the group who had helped him build the company from scratch?!
Jiang Siran became angrier the more he thought about it. He raised his eyelids, the arc of his eyelids was as sharp as a knife, and he walked into the elevator with a calm and handsome face.
Young Master Jiang is very recognizable both in his face and hair. The assistant who was working with his head down heard footsteps and recognized the other person at a glance.
He had a bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, ready to stop Jiang Siran and find out what was going on.
Jiang Siran, who was already furious, didn't care about him at all. He pushed the man away and rushed towards the CEO's office like a hurricane.
The assistant complained bitterly - even a blind man could see that the young master was definitely not here to talk nicely. President Jiang had just taken his medicine and needed to rest right now. How could he withstand the torment of the wolf-cub-like young master!
"Master Jiang, please wait a moment. Mr. Jiang is really not here right now... Please wait outside for a while. We can talk later if you have anything to say!"
But how could a mere assistant stop Jiang Siran, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall? He couldn't catch up with Young Master Jiang's long legs even at a jog, so he could only watch Jiang Siran arrive at his destination and stand outside the office with a sullen face.
The rebellious young man didn't even knock on the door, he just raised his leg and kicked hard -
A loud "bang"!
Jiang Siran kicked open the unlocked door of the president's office and slipped in!
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