Looking at Veronica who was leaning on the crimson sofa on the screen, deliberately holding her thighs, seemingly unintentionally posing a sexy pose for Fangran to see, she smiled and said,

'I will tell Abel that you can contact him if you have any questions. Of course, if you change your mind, he will immediately arrange a flight ticket to North America for you.'

Then the communication ended and the screen dimmed.

Fangran sighed slightly helplessly, shook his head and laughed, and the look of his conversation with Veronica just now disappeared from him.

He stretched lazily, leaned back comfortably on the big office chair, and yawned. The afternoon sunshine happened to be the time when cats like to take a nap.

Dang Dang Dang.

Then there was a very disturbing knock on the door.

Fangran stared at the office door speechlessly, thinking that there was a long line of insomniacs waiting outside to prick his heart, he wanted to run away.

Pooh!

If it weren't for the fear of affecting the reputation of Sister Su's hospital, Baobao wouldn't care about you!

"Please come in."

In the end, Fangran still thought this way, then rolled his eyes and said half-deadly.

The office door was pushed open, and Abel, who was wearing a low-key and restrained suit, walked in. He looked at this handsome foreign guy who could control the dark brown instant noodles and still looked handsome in a speechless manner. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he said:

"Um, what about that? Do you have anything else to do?"

Abel gently touched his chest, bowed slightly to show respect, and then spoke appropriately:

"Hello, dear Mr. Fang, please forgive me for being rude just now. My name is Abel Rockefeller, Fiseld's general manager of the medical field in Asia. It's an honor to meet you."

Dear Mr. Fang...

puff...

I always feel like I keep hearing some strange names from foreigners during this summer vacation...

It's an honor to meet me...

Pfft, anyway, if you think so, I feel quite honored for you, hahaha (awkward laugh)

"The gentleman has already told me that if you have any needs, you can tell me and I will help you take care of everything."

After putting away the shock of receiving the final instruction outside the door, Abel closed his eyes and spoke solemnly with a sense of honor and mission:

"From now on, Fiseld's power in China will be used by you."

Fang Ran was stunned, then slowly opened his mouth, looking at the elegant foreign man in front of him, and listened in shock to his words that seemed to be no joke.

A ridiculous, speechless, dumbfounding feeling emerged from my heart.

He smiled bitterly and realized what Veronica's mysterious smile meant when she said, "I'll tell Abel."

Looking at the dark brown noodle-headed foreign guy in front of him, he seemed to be keeping this posture as long as he didn't answer.

Fang felt as if he had suddenly become rich. However, he didn’t know what expression to use when speaking:

"Oh, that's it, um, I understand."

Fangran, who looked a little expressionless because he was too shocked, looked even more mysterious and shocking in Abel's eyes.

No one knows how shocked he was when he received this order just now!

How amazing is Fiseld's energy, and how amazing are the countless industries, shares, and power called 'wealth' entrenched in a big country?

All the industries within a country, the power represented by those huge financial chains, and the control of countless things involved, are now suddenly handed over to one person?

And this person accepted it lightly?

'You obviously have that kind of power, but surprisingly you don't have the desire to match it. Have you not experienced the beauty of having those? In that case, Abel, from now on, hand over to him all our properties in China.

Control'

Thinking about the last message the gentleman sent to me.

For a moment, Abel felt that the young man in front of him who casually agreed was unfathomable.

As everyone knows...

This is actually just because Fangran didn't understand how many properties Fiseld had in China.

Other than the feeling that it should be a big, powerful company with a lot of money, I don’t have any idea.

At this moment, Fangran also noticed the 'sir' in Abel's mouth, and murmured in his heart:

Hmm? Are you referring to the majestic movie king butler with a white beard?

"By the way, um...well, what did your superiors tell you? You don't have any objections to this?"

Fangran asked with a twitching corner of his mouth, complaining in his heart.

Hey, you look like you are a high-level person, right? You are watching your rights being taken away, and you have an extra person on top of your head... Ahem, doesn't it matter if you are the one giving orders!?

"about this...."

Abel suddenly looked a little strange, then he glanced at Fangran and said seriously:

"You are the lover of that gentleman's granddaughter. I don't think there is anything wrong with that."

Fang Ran: "..."

I suddenly felt a little deaf just now. Do you dare to say this again?

God damn lover!!

Don't spread scandals casually to tarnish my reputation in the past 20 years, although it has not won much glory for it, but at least it has not been tarnished!

(???Pan??)??3??

Abel, who didn't know that his words about lover made Fangran roar in his heart, glanced at him and didn't say a word.

That's what the person holding the Crimson Queen symbolizes...

The next heir to the O'Brien family.

"In short, from today on, you are the general person in charge of Fiseld's entire industry in China. Do you have any instructions now?"

Abel said with a decent smile, instantly giving Fangran a sense of familiarity with Sebastian.

Just at this moment...

Fangran's face was covered with black lines.

He obviously studied hard in the morning, skipped work in the afternoon to catch fish, and even the top management of the hospital hadn't finished his work today...

It was the person in charge of Fiseld Huaxia who suddenly turned his face.

puff!

She must have heard her complain on purpose!

Fangran gritted his teeth and thought about the Veronica on the screen who always had an adult smile and deliberately flirted with her in sexy poses from time to time, and finally sighed helplessly.

So say it!

Are you really not afraid of problems when you leave such a huge decision to me?

Hearing Abel's words, Fangran tightened his grip on the Crimson Queen and spoke with twitching brows:

"Any explanation..."

"Yes, although I dare not say absolutely, I can handle most situations for you."

Abel's confident smile and sitting in his current position in Fiseld at such a young age are enough to illustrate his abilities.

"First of all, don't tell anything about me."

Fangran held his forehead and sighed, thinking that if this matter was exposed, let alone how he would explain it to everyone in the night game...

Ling's level cannot be passed by oneself.

Fangran can completely imagine that with Ling's keenness, as long as he finds a 'thread', what about his second personality, infinite magic power, and about the heart...

I couldn't even cover it up.

So for the sake of my own life, I still kill people here... Bang!

Ahem, sorry, I watched too many costume dramas in the past.

Hearing Fangran's 'low-key' request, Abel gently touched his chest and nodded slightly.

"Ok, I see."

"Secondly, you first tell me how many companies, industries, etc. Fiseld has in China."

Fang Ranchao looked at Abel reluctantly and asked with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"I have prepared this when I received the order. Please take a look."

Fangran was speechless as he watched Abel take out the electronic information he had prepared long ago.

You were so fucking ready...

Did you guess that I would definitely ask, or is this the power of Renshangren...?
To be continued...