Fu Huainan, the chairman of Jiuding Group, also came to attend the meeting!
He looked haggard, with a few white hairs on his temples, as if he was much older.
Fu Huainan was only accompanied by a seemingly innocent female secretary. This was of course an illusion. With his worth, the bodyguards accompanying him on the trip, numbering at least five, should be hiding somewhere nearby.
Bai Yifei didn't want to pay attention to her, so she pretended not to see her and walked straight to the hotel door.
But Fu Huainan's eyes were fixed on Ding Fan, his cheeks were squirming, and he was secretly feeling cruel, wishing he could eat this kid alive.
"Fu Dong, long time no see, I miss you so much!"
Ding Fan smiled contemptuously, strode forward, and extended his hand in greeting. Fu Huainan put his hand behind his back in disgust and said coldly: "Ding Fan, you are really brave, you actually dare to come.
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"What are you afraid of?" Ding Fan scratched his head and pretended to be confused, "Is this the Dragon Pond and Tiger's Den, or the Palace of the King of Hell?"
Fu Huainan did not reply, but suddenly sighed, "Ding Dong, I feel really tired. As long as you let my son go, the war will be resolved from then on, and the conflict will be resolved."
"Have you been in contact with Big Fat recently?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
Ding Fan always used this mocking name for his son Fu Dongyang. Fu Huainan sounded particularly harsh. He almost cursed him and said with suppressed anger: "Of course I won't contact him. I don't know where he is."
"Fu Dong, don't pretend to be confused. Your son has accepted a thief as his father and there is no turning back. Even if I have the intention not to argue with him, will he let me go?" Ding Fan's face suddenly turned cold.
"You forced me to do that too!" Fu Huainan blurted out.
"The bad root of human nature is to like to blame others for mistakes. It's time for you, as a father, to reflect on yourself."
Fu Huainan was silent. Of course he knew that his son had lost control. No matter how hard he tried, he had no way to save himself and could only let him go into the abyss step by step.
Ding Fan smiled coldly, turned around and strode away. Fu Huainan looked at Ding Fan's back with a fierce look in his eyes. He only had one son and he had to protect him to the death no matter what.
The hatred between the rich family and Ding Fan cannot be dissolved even if the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart and the river flows backwards.
Not far away, Bai Yifei stopped and waited until Ding Fan followed her, then she walked into the hotel lobby with confidence.
The summit organizing committee only provided three rooms to each participant, and Ding Fan and his party were seven people. The remaining four rooms were reserved by Chi Li in advance online.
The female receptionist at the front desk took out seven room cards. Chi Li took them and looked at them, and she was immediately annoyed.
"Hey, what do you mean, these are not the rooms we booked."
"There are a lot of guests coming, and some of them have very high requirements. I'm sorry, we can only make a temporary change. The size of the room and the services are the same as before. Please forgive me."
The female receptionist tried hard to keep a smile, nodded and bowed to apologize, but there was helplessness in her eyes. This was all arranged by the superiors, and she just followed it.
"There should have been notification in advance! If others have high demands, should we lower them?" Cai Cai glared angrily and banged the table several times.
"I definitely don't mean it. We are all here to attend the conference. Please understand each other. In response to the inconvenience caused to you, the hotel can give you a VIP card, and you can enjoy a 15% discount on staying in the hotel and visiting tourist areas." Female.
The receptionist kept smiling with me.
Ding Fan took the room card and took a look. All seven rooms were concentrated on the north side of the eighth floor. According to the eight Feng Shui gates here, the location was the door of death.
He even used a Feng Shui master.
Ding Fan sneered, nodded and said: "Since you are here, don't make things difficult for the organizing committee. These rooms are quite nice. We can stay together and chat."
"Thank you for your understanding, sir!" the female receptionist said as if she had received an amnesty.
Bai Yifei finally realized that something was wrong and gently pulled Ding Fan, "Xiaofan, no, let's go back. It's just an industry meeting, so you don't have to attend."
"It's okay, I'm here, sister Feifei, don't worry." Ding Fan's firm and confident eyes made Bai Yifei feel at ease, and she said no more.
A group of people took the elevator to the eighth floor. This is a circular corridor. The internal environment is first-class. Not far from the corridor, there is a set of sofas where you can sit, drink tea and chat, and look out at the scenery of the tourist area through the large glass windows.
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"Sister Li, Gu Qiang, follow Sister Shasha and search every room before checking in." Ding Fan ordered in a deep voice.
Li Shasha nodded knowingly. In terms of meticulousness, no one could compare to her as a doctor, so she led the two of them and began to carefully inspect every room.
The rest of the people sat on the sofa in the corridor and waited. Half an hour later, Li Shasha came over with a bag containing more than twenty miniature camera equipment.
"I'm going to find the organizing committee. This is too much. Is there any way to hold a meeting like this?" Bai Yifei was completely angry, her pretty face turned red.
"Sister Feifei, don't be angry, and be patient. Of course, the organizing committee will blame it on the hotel, and the hotel will also blame it on the original guests. If you can't fight the lawsuit," Ding Fan persuaded.
"I understand, this is a trap. Fortunately, I brought you with me, otherwise, it's hard to say what would have happened." Bai Yifei's face changed slightly.
"Then just wait and see their performance!" Ding Fan sneered and ordered: "Gu Qiang, put these things away and keep them for our Fuyao Building to use. This will save money."
"OK!"
Gu Qiang agreed, quickly took the bag, and quickly put it back in his room.
This was a blatant act of provocation, but while Ding Fan felt deeply contemptuous of the Fan family's behavior, he also showed no fear at the same time.
If Fuyao and his team turn around and leave at this time, they will spread the word everywhere that the Fuyao team is too picky and has no integrity, which will give them a bad reputation in the industry.
Everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Bai Yifei, who was worried, even temporarily formed a WeChat group of seven people on her mobile phone. If anything went wrong, she could send it to the group as soon as possible to remind everyone.
As soon as Ding Fan lay down on the big bed, Bai Yifei sent a message, "Xiao Fan, is it necessary to stay?"
"It's necessary. The grudge with the Fan family should end." Ding Fan replied.
"Why did you offend the Fan family?" followed by a stunned emoticon.
"Haha, it's hard to explain. Sister Feifei, don't worry about it. Just follow the procedures and attend the meeting!"
"Oh, I understand. Fu Dongyang's ghost is still lingering around, trying to stir up troubles."
"Sooner or later, his soul will be shattered and turned into ashes."
The organizing committee behaved strangely, and Yunmei became even more vigilant. She inspected the entire eighth floor and sent a message to Ding Fan to tell Ding Fan that except for seven people staying on this floor, there were no other guests, which was very abnormal.
Ding Fan didn't find it strange. There was no doubt that the eighth floor was one of the main battlefields, and the Fan family had made careful arrangements.