Chapter 1287: People will be trapped by the things they have for a lifetime
Sang Tingyu had already investigated the Fu family and knew that there was another Fu Xingzhou in the Fu family, but Fu Xingzhou had already passed away. A man suddenly appeared tonight, and this man called himself Fu Xingzhou.
Sang Tingyu asked people to go out and investigate, and finally determined his identity from the similarity between this man's face and Fu Yancheng's.
Fu Xingzhou is still alive.
But the information he heard about Fu Xingzhou said that he was a very gentle man, not at all like the harsh man in front of him.
Or should I say that he has been dead for almost seven years, and his personality has completely changed.
He Zhou picked up the wine glass, took another sip, and threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash can next to him.
"Before my grandfather passed away, he left a will. He originally transferred the 15% of the shares to Fu Yancheng. The premise is that I have passed away. If I am still alive, then the 15% of the shares will be transferred to Fu Yancheng.
The shares should be mine, which means I can return as a senior executive of the Fu Corporation."
That night, Fu Xingzhou helped Sheng Mian by committing suicide, and He Zhou was now holding back a fire in his heart.
Okay, since Fu Xingzhou wants to cause trouble, then he will follow suit and cause chaos in the entire imperial capital!
It was Fu Xingzhou who broke the agreement between them first, so no one can blame him.
He Zhou took out the old man's will and sounded proud.
"If Mr. Sang is serious, he should be able to ask a handwriting expert to come and examine it."
"Even so, you can only get 15% of the shares."
He Zhou chuckled and shook the wine glass in his hand, "That's enough. I can also intervene in the relationship between Fu Yancheng and Sheng Mian. This face of mine is Sheng Mian's first love."
"Mr. Fu, I need to investigate this matter carefully. I have to be more cautious."
He Zhou shrugged his shoulders, expressing his casualness.
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At noon the next day, when Fu Yancheng was lying in the hospital, he received a text message. He just glanced at it, paused slightly with his fingertips, and crossed out the text message.
Then he opened the chat interface with Sheng Mian. He knew that Sheng Mian must care about him, otherwise he would not quietly release him from the blacklist.
He sent another message.
[I slept all night in the hospital, feeling uncomfortable.]
Sheng Mian was about to meet a long-established female screenwriter. I heard that this female screenwriter had a very strange temper and was also good friends with Wen Sihe.
Even Wen Sihe doesn't like her, and the screenwriter probably doesn't like her either.
On the way there, she saw a text message from Fu Yancheng.
No reply.
The female screenwriter we met this time, her new work was tailor-made for Yun Xiao. Sheng Mian had sent several people to negotiate with her before, but none of the female screenwriters showed up.
Now I heard that people have started to contact Sang Qi, and there is a high probability that they want to cooperate with the Sang family.
Sheng Mian didn't want to miss the script, so she took action in person and made an appointment to meet.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually gave me face and made an appointment at a coffee shop outside the high school.
After Sheng Mian went there, he asked his bodyguard to wait at the door of the coffee shop.
She entered and immediately saw the woman sitting by the window. The female screenwriter was named Meng Yu.
Sheng Mian had heard of her name before and was obsessed with writing. However, unlike commercial screenwriters like Wen Sihe, Meng Yu usually only published a work every three years.
The opportunity to collaborate means that the male and female protagonists who star in her TV series will become top-notch stars.
"Screenwriter Meng."
Sheng Mian walked over and shook her hand.
Meng Yu stood up and said in a very calm tone, "I heard Wen Sihe talk about you."
Most likely it's not a good thing to say.
Sheng Mian smiled. He had already investigated Meng Yu's personality before coming here. He didn't like beating around the bush, and he didn't like making friends. In addition to traveling around for inspiration, he usually created.
So as soon as she sat down, Sheng Mian offered the maximum investment benefit that could be given here, and promised that she would not interfere with her creation at all.
Meng Yu pinched the spoon in his hand with his white fingertips, his face was very cold.
"Wen Sihe introduced me to Fu Yancheng before."
When she said this, her tone did not fluctuate at all, "That was before he was married."
Sheng Mian still smiled at her, "I have read screenwriter Meng's works. Your works are mature and delicate. They can reflect your character. I think you should be more suitable for mature and steady men."
The implication is that Fu Yancheng is not suitable because he is not emotionally mature.
Meng Yu laughed for a moment, and then he looked up at her seriously.
After looking at him for more than ten seconds, he smiled and said: "Fu Yancheng and I met at a banquet. In order to bring us together, Wen Sihe got me drunk and left Fu Yancheng and me alone. After we were drunk, my mouth
I was very thirsty, so I asked him if he had any water, and he asked me without raising his head if my hand was broken. At that time, Wen Sihe wanted to bring me and him together, and even Mr. Fu had seen me. But after that time, I had no idea about this
Keeping people at a respectful distance, how should I put it, is not very considerate."
There was no milk or sugar in the coffee that Meng Yu drank, so she took a sip.
"So when I was out of quarantine recently and Wen Sihe said that Fu Yancheng was struggling with you, I was a little curious about how you could tolerate him."