About half an hour later, Fu Yuan'er saw a car driving out of the garden.
It should be Cheng Zitong who left.
She came to her grandfather's study room and saw her grandfather leaning on a chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, with a tired look on his face.
She walked to the water table in the study room and made her grandfather a cup of ginseng tea.
Hearing the noise, Grandpa Fu opened his eyes.
"The housekeeper took it upon himself to let him in. I have already scolded him." Grandpa Fu's tone was apologetic.
"It doesn't matter," Fu Yuan'er shook her head, "If we are divorced, can't we meet each other?"
Grandpa Fu sighed softly: "I asked you to marry him at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be like this... Yuan'er, is grandpa wrong?"
Fu Yuan'er didn't want to mention the past.
"Grandpa, do you still have business dealings with Cheng Zitong?" she asked.
Grandpa Fu nodded, "There were too many projects we cooperated with before, and they were so tangled that it was impossible to clean them up."
Fu Yuan'er understands the principle of pulling one hair and affecting the whole body.
However, she thought of something. The newspaper she worked for had been acquired before, and Cheng Zitong was also involved.
Grandpa Fu nodded, "I've heard about this, but I don't know the details. You have to ask the leaders of your newspaper."
Grandpa Fu knew what she was thinking, "Yuan'er, doing business is not as good as talking about relationships. If you don't have it, you don't have to have it. You want to cut off the relationship with Cheng Zitong and want him to divest his capital from the newspaper. These thoughts are all human..."
However, "Have you ever thought about what divestment means to the newspaper? The situation of the newspaper is unstable, and it affects all employees of the newspaper."
And the reason why he still has business dealings with Cheng Zitong is because there are actually many employees in the business who get paid by their work.
"Grandpa, I understand, I won't act rashly." She nodded to her grandfather.
What she wanted to do was to first understand the situation with the relevant leaders of the newspaper. If Cheng Zitong's share of funds was not large, she could find a way to take his shares.
"Mr. Cheng?" The leader of the newspaper was stunned for a moment after hearing what she said, "Mr. Cheng now fully owns the newspaper."
"Wholly owned?" Fu Yuan'er was also stunned.
"It's not 100%," the leader shook his head, "It's 71%. You know, it's impossible for our newspaper to be bought out by others."
Fu Yuan'er:......
Seventy-one percent is no different from a wholly-owned holding, because the remaining 29% cannot be acquired by private companies.
"When did this happen?" she asked.
"It was very early, three months ago," the leader replied.
Three months ago!
At that time, Cheng Zitong and she had not yet divorced, but she had never heard him mention it!
What exactly does Cheng Zitong want to do?
"Thank you, leader, I'm going out first..."
Fu Yuan'er wanted to leave, but was stopped by the leader again, "By the way, has the editor told you about the newspaper's new regulations?"
"What rules?"
"The department head must personally report the headline content of each page to Mr. Cheng," the leader said.
Fu Yuan'er is the director of the social section, so she must personally report to Mr. Cheng the headline content of the social section.
Fu Yuan'er froze on the spot.
"Any questions, reporter Fu?" the leader asked.
"No... no problem..."
It's no wonder there's no problem.
Cheng Zitong is a businessman and has never been a newspaper or reporter. Why should the content be reported to him?
What professional advice can he give?
"There is nothing we can do," her colleague advised her, "I am the boss, so of course the boss has the final say."
"But don't worry," the colleague continued, "In the past few months, other
Department heads all report on time, and Mr. Cheng never makes things difficult for others."
"They are all happy," another colleague said, "Not everyone has this opportunity to be in contact with the big boss. If the big boss takes notice and is transferred to the company to hold an important position, wouldn't the salary be higher than at the newspaper?
"
Fu Yuan'er frowned. It seemed like everyone had no objections to this rule and even liked it a little bit.
If she raises objections, she will be disliked by everyone.
Then, she would treat him as an ordinary boss and report to him.
Alas, even though she had done a lot of psychological construction, she still felt a little uncomfortable when she actually came outside Cheng Zitong's company.
Don't want to go in.
I wanted to go in again, but I rushed in and scolded him, asking him to cancel this boring rule.
After all, she still couldn't let go.
"Madam!" Suddenly I heard a familiar voice.
She turned around and saw Cheng Zitong's secretary coming over in surprise, "Madam, you haven't been here for a long time!"
Fu Yuan'er forced out a smile and said, "I am no longer Mrs. Cheng."
She didn't believe that the secretary didn't pay attention to the news.
The secretary was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
But when she saw Fu Yuan'er just now, she was so surprised that she forgot about the divorce.
"Too...Ms. Fu, judging from my memory, I'm afraid I've entered menopause early." The secretary laughed at herself, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
Fu Yuan'er smiled slightly.
"Tai...Ms. Fu, are you here to see Mr. Cheng?" The secretary warmly took her arm and pressed the elevator button.
Fu Yuan'er nodded and said with some concern: "Please help me make an appointment with Mr. Cheng."
"No need to make an appointment, just go upstairs." The secretary dragged her into the elevator, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Cheng said that no one is allowed to stop you when you come to the company?"
Fu Yuan'er felt a pain in her heart. Yes, he had said that before.
But now that I think about it, what kind of mood did he have in saying this?
Could he be proud that Fu Yuan'er was so stupid that she was so moved by just a few words from me?
"Don't say that again in the future," she reminded her secretary, "that was all in the past."
The secretary smiled sheepishly, "I...I forgot again."
Fu Yuan'er followed her secretary outside Cheng Zitong's office. Before she could speak, she heard a roar coming from the office.
"Cheng Zitong!" Someone shouted his name, "You are doing this regardless of the interests of shareholders. The company will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later!"
"It's too late, it's already an empty shell now!" Someone else yelled angrily.
The secretary was stunned for a moment, but she didn't pull Fu Yuan'er away quickly. Instead, she deliberately said loudly: "Ms. Fu, Mr. Cheng should be in the office."
She did this as if she was deliberately reminding the people inside.
After her voice fell, the office suddenly became quiet.
There is something strange in this silence...
Immediately afterwards, the door of the office was opened, and several people with cold expressions walked out one after another, and left one after another.
Fu Yuan'er felt even more weird. How powerful was the words "Miss Fu" to make them suppress their anger and leave speechlessly?
The secretary smiled at her: "That's how they are. They come here every now and then to cause trouble for Mr. Cheng to show their presence."
"Mr. Cheng is inside, please go in." The secretary pushed her inside.
Fu Yuan'er took a deep breath, grabbed the tablet in her hand, and then walked inside.
Cheng Zitong was sitting in an office chair with no expression on his face.
It seems that just as the secretary said, those people come three times apart
He was used to Wu looking for trouble.
But she just wanted to stimulate him, "Cheng is so busy with the company's affairs, and there is also the content creation of Xianqing Guan Newspaper Agency."
Cheng Zitong raised his eyebrows funny: "Do you have any objections to me as the boss?"
"I don't dare, but I never had the chance to meet the previous boss of the newspaper." The implication is that the previous boss was not so free.
Cheng Zitong nodded slightly: "So the newspaper was about to close down before."
Fu Yuan'er:......
She had nothing to think about and clicked on her tablet. "Mr. Cheng, listen carefully. I'm going to start reporting." She said in a rough voice.
She spoke very quickly, and what she needed to explain clearly in twenty minutes was finished in ten minutes.
Cheng Zitong frowned: "Reporter Fu, you spoke too fast, I didn't hear anything clearly."
"I've been talking for so long, and you said you didn't hear me clearly," Fu Yuan'er disagreed. "You went to a restaurant to eat, and then you said the vegetables were salty after you finished eating. Do you think the vegetables were salty or did you want to eat Bawang Meal?"
"Reporter Fu is unwilling to say it again?" he asked.
"If Mr. Cheng doesn't understand something, you can ask it and I will explain it to you in detail." She said, "I can accept that the boss is not smart, but I cannot accept that the boss is deaf."
In short, he is either unintelligent or deaf, let him choose.
A smile appeared in Cheng Zitong's eyes, this was the Fu Yuan'er he knew, sharp-tongued and unforgiving.
"Two minutes and fifty-two seconds, three minutes and seven seconds, seven minutes and two seconds..." He named several time periods. "I don't quite understand what you said at these points in time."
"Two minutes and fifty-two seconds?" Fu Yuan'er didn't understand.
Shouldn't he come up with something he doesn't understand?
Cheng Zitong looked at her seriously: "You just reported for a total of ten minutes and eleven seconds. Is there any problem with me using time points to ask questions? Or is it reporter Fu that you don't remember what you said?"
Fu Yuan'er:......
Does he think she is an editing software? It can also count seconds!
But when he said this, she couldn't find a reason to refute it!
"Cheng Zitong, are you trying to embarrass me?" She became angry.
Cheng Zitong disagreed: "Who comes in and accuses others first?"
Fu Yuan'er:......
She really wanted to hit him over the head with the tablet.
