Chapter 7 Hua Yin

Yu Cheng walked out of the banquet hall and looked at Jiao Xian who was mingling with a group of blonde beauties not far away.

Jiao Xian immediately put down the wine glass in his hand and kissed the beauty next to him on the cheek: "I have to go now, baby. See you next time."

He quickly followed Yu Cheng's steps, "Boss."

Yu Cheng stood in the courtyard for a while, and many people looked at him.

Many people have heard of Hong Kong City's Yu Jiahua Industrial.

I immigrated to Vancouver a few years ago and prospered there. I didn't expect that I would move to New York in just a few years.

Three years ago, the old man of the Yu family suddenly fell seriously ill. Within a few months, I heard that the person in charge was replaced.

However, the person in charge is very mysterious and almost no one has ever seen him.

As early as several years ago, Hua Yin began to shift its focus to the United States, and it is said that the leader is the person standing here today.

Previously, Hua Yin did not make much progress in the United States and not many people paid attention to it.

But in the past two years, Hua Yin has gradually emerged, and along with Hua Yin has become famous his young but ruthless ruler.

He was very good at doing business, and Hua Yin expanded again and again under his leadership. Everyone who had met him was somewhat jealous of this young man who was ruthless and cunning.

This should have led to many people sniping him, but his methods were always more advanced, and he led Hua Yin step by step to gain a firm foothold in the east.

Many older entrepreneurs lament that they are not up to par.

As time went by, some rumors began to emerge.

I heard that this person was just an illegitimate child at first.

However, he overcame all difficulties and stood out from the five or six children of the Yu family and many illegitimate children. He successfully climbed up and gradually took control of the Yu family.

Such ability is extraordinary.

Over the years, Hua Yin has become a force that cannot be ignored here.

Not only does Hua Yin have huge assets itself, but it has also teamed up with the higher-ups to own a large number of casinos and shooting ranges.

There are many companies in Hong Kong that want to relocate, but none is as perfectly successful as Hua Yin.

From Hong Kong to Canada and then to the United States.

Every step forward demonstrates the strength and vision of the decision maker.

The conversation at the banquet became a little quieter.

Someone noticed that Theodore had disappeared, and just as he was about to ask, he was stopped by his companions.

For them, the process of an event is not that important; what matters to them is the outcome and future development of the event.

Anyway, as long as they can make money and have fun, there is nothing for them to worry about.

If you deliberately get involved in other people's fights, you may only hurt yourself.

Yu Cheng waited in the courtyard for a while, and soon a strong white driver named Lao Hei came out.

He nodded to Yu Cheng, indicating that it had been handled.

Yu Cheng raised his eyebrows happily: "Let's go."

As the three men walked out of the palace gate, they heard a woman's scream behind them.

Everyone in the courtyard rushed into the banquet hall, looked at Theodore who had fallen headfirst on the stairs, and hurried to contact the doctor of the banquet organizer.

The scene was noisy.

Some people also looked at the backs of the three people who had already left, and quietly moved away from Theodore.

*

After leaving the banquet hall, no one dared to stop them.

Yu Cheng was not prepared to go back to his residence at all.

The driver, Lao Hei, drove the car into the nearest airport parking lot. Someone had already delivered Yu Cheng's documents and was waiting for them.

Yu Cheng simply took his pass and the cell phone he used to contact his brother, and boarded the first domestic flight this morning.

The decision to return to China was a spur of the moment decision. He could not use his private jet and there were no direct flights, so he could only go back to Gangcheng first and then transfer to Haicheng.

However, Yu Cheng was still in a good mood, and said to his subordinates: "Come back when I have time."

Jiao Xian curled his lips: "You left me a bunch of rotten things."

Although he is nominally Yu Cheng's assistant, the two are still good friends.

Yu Cheng didn't bother with him.

"Theodore will definitely not accept this. He should keep an eye on the suburban houses for a few days. He may get a surprise."

"Alright, alright, I'm sure they'll lose some limbs."

Yu Cheng was in a hurry and turned around and left.

*

Fu Yian was bumped into as soon as he walked out of the conference room.

White A4 papers were scattered all over the floor.

Meng Qingqing quickly squatted down to pick up the documents, saying sorry.

Fu Yian frowned tightly.

This is the third time I've been bumped into by Meng Qingqing this week.

Fu Yian didn't look at her and walked straight to the office.

He thought expressionlessly that there were some positions that only the protagonist could take on.

When will Yu Cheng come back to take over?

The girl who was walking with Meng Qingqing waited for Mr. Fu to leave, then squatted down to help Meng Qingqing pick up things.

She turned her head to look at the beautiful woman beside her, a little puzzled: "How come you ran to Mr. Fu and fell down in the blink of an eye?"

She was also from the secretarial department and knew that Meng Qingqing's family was wealthy and that she was definitely not the kind of person who wanted to rise to the top.

Besides, Meng Qingqing is also very popular in the secretariat.

Beautiful people are easily accepted everywhere.

Meng Qingqing smiled at her apologetically, then pouted sadly.

She whispered, "I didn't want to either, but my dad insisted that I be Mr. Fu's secretary. He was thinking of an arranged marriage or something."

She also knew that with her background, it would be difficult for her to make her own decisions about marriage.

Besides, Mr. Fu is well-known for his handsomeness, wealth and outstanding abilities.

Being able to marry Mr. Fu is definitely her best way out.

But Meng Qingqing studied hundreds of novels written by CEOs' secretaries and thought she had memorized all the CEOs' habits.

But none of them is the same as Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu eats on time every day, has no stomach problems, pays great attention to his health, and can even be said to be health-conscious. He doesn't give her any chance to be considerate.

Mr. Fu would never bring his secretary to cocktail parties. He only brought his assistant, and most of the time it was other deputy general agents.

Mr. Fu would never get angry over something.

He is really like an iceberg, without any emotional fluctuations.

No matter what she did, whether it was right or wrong, Mr. Fu only had eyes for the work she had sent him.

"Hey..." A colleague next to her patted Meng Qingqing on the shoulder to comfort her.

"It's not easy. Mr. Fu doesn't look like someone who would fall in love."

Meng Qingqing looked at the closed door of President Fu's office, resigned herself to picking up the documents in her hand and returning to her workstation.

She will not give up.

She doesn't want to marry another useless idiot.

*

Fu Yian glanced at his schedule for the next week. There was a quarterly summary meeting tomorrow, and he had to go on a business trip to Beijing the day after tomorrow, where he would attend the Yan family party, and he would also attend a large investment conference next week.

Private cocktail party, friends club opened...

There is no free time at all.

Fu Yian supported his chin with one hand and touched the pot of succulents that had just been placed on the corner of the table.

Yu Cheng asked someone to buy it for him.

There are always a lot of little gadgets bought by Yu Cheng in the office, which soften the cold atmosphere a lot.

The bear's paw is well-grown, round and plump, and its little paws are very cute.

Fu Yian flicked it twice with his fingers expressionlessly.

Summer afternoons always make people feel a little tired.

Fu Yian, who usually never felt tired, somehow fell asleep on his desk.

*

When I opened my eyes, the city outside the window was already lit up with all kinds of lights.

Fu Yian was in a trance for a moment, feeling as if he was still immersed in the dream of the plot.

In his dream, he was desperately writing programs to stop the company's network from being gradually destroyed.

Yu Cheng was standing at the door of his office, looking down at him as he struggled desperately.