At dinner time in the evening, Lu Fan asked: "What did our mother say when you came home yesterday?"
Shen Lu would never give up without getting the renovation money.
"What else can you say? Cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. Force me to pay. Otherwise, you will be asked to divorce me and you will never be allowed to enter the house." Tang Huanxi said helplessly.
"Are you forcing me or you?" Lu Fan smiled bitterly. He was shot while lying down.
"By the way, what I just told you is mainly to let you be careful about Fu Zikun. I also just learned that Binhai Trading is an industry owned by the Fu family. We are negotiating the acquisition agreement with them here, and we are repaying Zhao Qian here. If there is a conflict, I'm worried that Zhao Qian will go to Fu Zikun to file a complaint, avenging his personal vendetta and destroying the cooperation between the two parties." Tang Huanxi said in a low voice.
Of course, this is only one aspect. What happened last night made her realize that Zhao Qian is very dangerous. He has money and people, and with Fu Zikun supporting him behind his back, he will never give up like this. She and Lu The situation of the two of them is not very optimistic now.
"Don't worry, just do your job and leave the rest to me."
Lu Fan put a piece of shrimp tail into Tang Huanxi's bowl and said nonchalantly.
Tang Huanxi looked up at him, nodded, put the shrimp tail into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
That night.
Fu Zikun walked out of the night club door, surrounded by bodyguards, and got into the Bentley Mulsanne with five eight license plates. He leaned lazily on the seat, exhaling gently from his mouth to disperse the alcohol in his lungs. gas.
He had just negotiated a deal worth hundreds of millions with the Bai family's butler. Although it was only a verbal agreement, people from wealthy families spoke clearly, and signing the contract was only a matter of time in the near future.
He took out the mobile phone in his pocket and saw several missed calls on it, almost all of which were from Zhao Qian. There were also dozens of pleading messages from Zhao Qian in the text mailbox.
"This waste!"
Fu Zikun's eyes flashed with a sinister look, he searched among his contacts and dialed the person he wanted.
Soon, the call over there was connected. Before Fu Zikun could speak, the other party laughed and said, "Young Master Fu, why do you have time to call me, a big boss like me?"
"The weather is nice these days. I would like to ask Boss Yan to come out and play some golf. I wonder if Boss Yan has time?"
"That's really unlucky. I haven't been feeling well these days. I just flew abroad yesterday and I'm on vacation. How about you wait until I get back to make an appointment?"
"Then let's wait for you to come back." The smile on Fu Zikun's face gradually faded, "Boss Yan, why have there been no changes in the little things I asked you before?"
"Little things? What little things?"
"Lu Fan, the useless son-in-law of the Tang family..." Fu Zikun gritted his teeth secretly, this old fox, wait and see how I deal with you one day when you fall into my hands!
"Ah, you are talking about him. Oh my Mr. Fu, if you don't mention it, I will find a time to see you alone. Didn't you ask me to do this when we were playing basketball? I'll pay. I asked my younger brother to do it, but guess what happened?"
Fu Zikun remained silent. He disliked this kind of roundabout way of talking. If Yan Qing were his subordinate, he would have hit him in the face with a bat.
"He came to the door, and regardless of whether he came by himself, he also brought a big shot that he couldn't afford to offend. It made me very uncomfortable at the time." Yan Qing said helplessly.