Chapter 108
Bedroom.
Song Zhouxing is still waiting for information.
Ding, the message has arrived.
[Week. ]
Song Xingqi picked up the phone with both hands and replied immediately: [Fu Chen!!!]
[What Fu Chen, I am your father.]
[? ]
[I'm sending you a message to tell you that my dad just bought a local card, which is convenient for use during this period. Please save the number.]
[Oh.......] Weak and powerless.
Just after saving the number, Song Junhao called: "Son, are you okay? Why does Dad feel that your reply to the message is so depressing? Are you not keeping up with the review in school?"
"No, Dad, don't worry, I'm fine."
"That's good. Hey, who is Fu Chen you were talking about? A classmate?"
Song Zhouqi answered honestly: "We are not classmates."
Song Junhao asked: "If it's not a classmate, then who is it? A teacher?"
Song Zhouqi said: "Not really."
"Who is that?"
Speaking of Fu Chen, I have to talk about my experience of becoming a dog, and the laboratory, etc. It will be very complicated, and my father may not believe it. I don’t want to make my father worry, so I just said: "It’s someone I know. Anyway, he is very nice and a good person."
"You are so simple-minded. You say good things to everyone you meet. Let me tell you, don't go out and meet strange people on the weekends. Studying hard is the most important thing. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Song Zhouxing agreed seriously, and at the same time said in his heart that Fu Chen was not strange at all, so he was not a weird person.
Dad was still nagging on the phone. Song Zhouqi looked at the screen time and knew that evening self-study was about to start. If his dad continued talking, he would not be able to send messages to Fu Chen, even though Fu Chen had not sent any messages yet.
"Dad, let Mom answer the phone," Song Xingqi interrupted his father.
"Let your mother tell you? Okay, wait."
Liu Xuan came: "Xingqi, what do you want to say to your mother?"
"My dad always hides bank cards under his shoes. They are his private money."
"I'll beat him right up and hang up."
"Very good!"
Song Zhouqi continued to wait for Fu Chen's message.
bite!
[Week. ]
[Fu Chen!!!] Song Zhouqi replied again in seconds.
This time it was the real Fu Chen, sitting leisurely in a leather chair on the terrace, holding up his phone in one hand, looking at the four exclamation marks after his name, feeling as if the sun had warmly rushed into his arms, he couldn't help but laugh, and sent a message asking: [Have you had dinner? ]
[I've eaten Fu Chen! ]
?
[No! I entered the wrong number. I have eaten Fu Chen!]
Looking at the information about emergency remedies, Fu Chen laughed.
Although Zhou Xing is a human now, he is still as cute as before, even his eyes. No matter whether it is a dog or a human, they are sparkling with bright light. When he looks over, his heart and eyes are filled with him.
The man leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, wondering what else to say.
He rubbed his palm with his other hand.
A little nervous.
I wrote a paragraph in the input box, reminding people to study hard or something like that, but before I sent it out I felt it sounded like a lecture, so I deleted it.
"Tsk," the man said in annoyance.
He put down his phone, picked up the cigarette box on the table, opened it, took out a cigar, cut off the cap, then lit it and took two puffs, with complex emotions in his slightly narrowed eyes.
Another message came last week, which was a long paragraph.
[Today's dinner in the cafeteria has big duck legs, which are very delicious. Auntie also added a lot of dishes for me. I ate very, very full. I burped several times just now. I also heard from classmates that the new school was donated by your group, Fu Chen, and many facilities were also provided by your group. Fu Chen, you are so nice!!!]
After reading the message, the man smiled, and all his anxiety and worries were soothed by his week.
Just now he was worried that he and Xingqi would run out of topics to talk about and the conversation would become awkward, but he was overthinking it.
[Fu Chen, are you talking?]
[Fu Chen, what's wrong with you? Have you slept yet?]
Fu Chen immediately crushed the cigar in his hand and dialed the number directly.
Once connected.
“Fu Chen!!!!”
Fu Chen laughed softly: "I'm here. I haven't slept yet. Don't you know what time I usually go to bed?"
"I know you go to bed at 11 o'clock every night, but what if there is an exception? I saw you have dark circles and bloodshot eyes in the video before, and it's the same today. You must be busy with work and need to rest early."
"Is it possible that I didn't get enough rest because I was looking for you all the time?"
Song Zhouqi thought about it, lowered his voice, and said apologetically, "It's possible."
Hearing the voice getting weaker, Fu Chen thought of the aggrieved look on his face with his head lowered and his eyes twitching a week ago, and immediately changed his words: "It's mainly because I'm busy with work."
"Well, I saw the pet dog competition you held," Song Xingqi said, "Fu Chen, why don't you ask me why I turned into a human?"
"I already know about it. It's related to the laboratory. I also have a copy of the report. I guess the anonymous report should be from you," Fu Chen said seriously when talking about the laboratory. "This matter will be filed soon, and all the criminals will not be let off."
"Then you have to be careful too!" Song Zhouqi clenched his hand slightly holding the phone.
Zijie had anticipated that the reporting materials would fall into the hands of the Fu family, so he deleted their real information and only kept the numbers. He also always believed that Fu Chen was not involved, and that his help now was meant to counter his father's former power.
A steady and powerful voice came from the phone: "Xingxi, you don't need to worry about these anymore. You will face the college entrance examination soon. Just study hard and leave the rest to me."
"Hmm..." Yingde hesitated a little.
"Have you learned to disobey?"
"All right."
"Have you decided what to eat on Friday?"
"I love everything the chef cooks!" Song Zhouqi became happy.
Fu Chen laughed: "Xingqi, have you forgotten that the chef cooks for you what your pet dog likes to eat?"
"Oh, I forgot," Song Zhouqi smiled and was also happy.
Boom boom boom.
Class monitor Wang Haoyu came to the dormitory, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and issued a notice to the head teacher: "Take off your own quilt covers, write your names on them and put them at the staircase. The school will distribute new quilt covers. The old ones will be taken away for cleaning and returned to you after they are clean."
"The school still has this kind of benefit?" Jiang Ling, who was lying on his bed and browsing his phone, looked up when he heard this.
"I don't have to wash it myself, right? How great," Wang Haoyu put down the new quilt cover he was holding. "I was planning to bring it home to honor my mom on the weekend. Now it's better. I don't have to be scolded."
"Squad leader, where do we put the things?" someone passing by asked the squad leader.
Wang Haoyu pointed: "Stairs."
Qiu Zijie closed the book, walked to the bedside, took off the quilt, looked at the pillow with teeth marks, and asked, "Do you want a pillowcase?"
"The teacher didn't say that, so there's no need."
"Okay, let's take it off." Since it was the school's requirement, he had to do it. Jiang Ling also stood up and started to take off the quilt cover.
Song Zhouqi said something to Fu Chen and then hung up the phone.
Sheng Xiaoxing looked at his quilt and was reluctant to take it off. Although the new quilt cover was nice, the old one had its own scent and made him feel more at ease when sleeping.
"Sheng Xiaoxing, I didn't realize you were so nostalgic?" Wang Haoyu joked.
"Is it okay if you don't want a new one?" Sheng Xiaoxing said.
"That won't work. The class teacher said that we have to change them all. If the quilts are not in the same pattern, we will be deducted points during the dormitory inspection."
Sheng Xiaoxing frowned and started to dismantle it.
Four people walked to the stairs holding their own quilt covers. There was an extra-large zipper bag at the stairs. Many quilt covers had been stuffed into it, making the bag bulge.
They put down the quilts and returned to the dormitory, and the monitor went to notify other dormitories.
Not long after, the employees in charge of collecting quilt covers came from each floor to pick them up and loaded all the bags of quilt covers into the spacious business car.
....
The VIP room of the Royal Court Hotel.
The Lin family, the He family, the Qian family, who are all on good terms with the Zhang family...including some company CEOs who originally supported the Boyuan Group, were all present at the dinner.
The person who organized this dinner was Zhang Xianfeng. He specifically asked his secretary to contact and gather everyone together, but he was in hospital, so he asked his eldest son Zhang Shixian to entertain them. However, before Zhang Shixian left the house today, he was asked to go to the police station for questioning, which delayed the dinner.
"I originally thought that the Fu family was going to collapse, but now it seems that the Zhang family can no longer hold on."
"I was wondering why the second son of the Fu family didn't make any movement after the car accident. It turns out that he was ready to go and was waiting here."
"The campus landslide is under investigation, and there are problems with the medicines. I think Boyuan is going to be in trouble this time."
"The stock price keeps falling, oh..."
"The problems at Boyuan have affected my factory as well. I am really innocent..."
A group of people were discussing in the private room.
Zhang Shixian, who had already arrived at the door, heard a lot, almost all of which were complaints about Boyuan Group. His face darkened, and he cursed the old man a few times in his heart before pushing the door open.
Suddenly, there was complete silence.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm late," Zhang Shixian put on a smile, walked to the main seat, poured himself some wine and apologized to the CEOs present, "I'll drink a glass as a punishment."
"Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Zhang."
"Yeah, you're welcome."
The CEOs stood up and toasted together.
Zhang Shi first said some polite words, then got to the point, saying: "I believe that all uncles have seen the situation in Boyuan, but it is not a big problem and will be solved sooner or later. I just need your help. Of course, when the crisis is over, our Zhang family will definitely cooperate with you with greater sincerity than before as a thank you."
To put it bluntly, Boyuan suffered huge losses, and its funds began to become difficult to turn over, to the point where it needed to borrow money.
A group of people looked at each other and remained silent.
They originally shared the same hatred with the Zhang family, but now that the Zhang family is in trouble, naturally they all flee for their own safety.
Zhang Shixian suppressed his anger and sneered, "Are you guys unwilling to help?"
"This..." Qian Lao spoke first, "It's not that we don't want to help, but even if we mobilize all the funds to help Boyuan, Boyuan's future development will still go downhill."
Everyone nodded.
The fact that health products have killed people has had a huge impact on the Internet. Now people all over the country know that Boyuan Pharmaceutical is unreliable. Who would be willing to buy Boyuan's medicines?
"Mr. Shi, you will definitely lose your leading position in the pharmaceutical industry," said Elder Lin. "As for the construction industry, the collapse of the campus is a definite stain on your Boyuan. Take the construction project in the west of the city, for example. It will soon become an unfinished building. You can't develop in the construction industry, and other projects have been damaged. Even if we help you spend money, we can't save anything."
"Yes, yes..." the others echoed again.
Zhang Shixian glanced at the heartless faces and gnashed his teeth in anger.
"Don't be angry," said Qian Lao. "Here's what I think. Boyuan was founded by your father after all. He has devoted his whole life to it. Instead of watching the building collapse, why not find someone to buy it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent again.
"Impossible!" Zhang Shixian slapped the table, shaking the cup. "Do you really think my Boyuan Group is an ant and you can just buy it if you want?"
In the past, the elders like them were indeed a little afraid of the younger Zhang Shixian, but now the Zhang family is at the end of its rope, and no matter how aggressive they are, they are just a paper tiger, so many people looked displeased.
"Shixian, please think about this carefully," Mr. Qian advised him.
Mr. Lin also took the opportunity to mention the acquisition of Tianhong Group by a foreign company and a joint organization. It is certain that the acquisition of Tianhong Group will not be possible now, but this foreign company wants to expand its domestic industry, so it can acquire other companies instead of Tianhong Group.
For example, Boyuan.
Zhang Shixian sneered and walked away on the spot.
The dinner ended in a bad mood.
At around seven in the evening, a commercial vehicle loaded with quilts for all the senior students of Qingyun High School arrived at the boxing club.
The club manager sent someone to carry bags of quilt covers into the elevator.
Fang Dapeng and Chen Yingjie had not yet had dinner and were just coming down from upstairs. As soon as the elevator door opened, several bags were thrown in their faces.
"Oh my god, what is that?" Fang Dapeng blocked it with his hand.
Chen Yingjie sniffed it and said, "It smells quite strong."
Some bags had their zippers unfastened and were wide open, with mixed smells wafting out of them.
The manager said, "These are the students' quilt covers."
Fang Dapeng asked curiously, "What is it used for?"
"I don't know either. Fu Yan had someone collect them and bring them here. Uh..." The manager was puzzled. "Maybe it was to help the students, to work less and study more?"
"Is that so?" Fang Dapeng touched his head and sighed, "Fu Yan is really kind-hearted."
Chen Yingjie also nodded.
They both hurried out of the elevator.
upstairs.
The dull sound of fists hitting sandbags echoed in the empty floor.
This is a private floor, and Fu Yan is the only one here. The front and back of his sportswear are soaked with sweat.
The manager pushed open the glass door and directed everyone to bring all the bags to the center of the room and line them up. He said, "Fu Yan, I'll put your things here for you. Oh, yes, I forgot to bring the meal I ordered. I'll go get it now."
Fu Yan held onto the shaking sandbag, glanced sideways, and a drop of sweat fell from his eyelids: "Yeah."
When the manager came back from downstairs with the lunch box, he saw Fu Yan taking out the quilt covers from the zipper bag and smelling them one by one.
"Body odor."
“Foot odor.”
“Fart smell.”
“Durian flavor.”
“I’ve had snail rice noodle.”
manager:""
Oh my god! What a wonderful mental state this is???
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