Sheng Mian didn't want to talk about things related to Fu Yancheng, so she had to admit it.
"Mr. Fu said that I was tired of playing and had no choice but to find another way to make a living."
Such a calm and generous tone said that he was tired of being played.
Sang Qi's eyebrows wrinkled. For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this.
Although he was also carefree, he subconsciously felt that Sheng Mian should not be the one who got tired of being played with.
She is pretty good at playing with others.
"Don't be sad, there is not only a man like Fu Yancheng in this world."
But the eldest brother said that people like Fu Yancheng should not be enemies with him.
"When this man was in North America, he spent day and night studying data on Wall Street. Wall Street has always been the domain of white people, but a young boy like him suddenly rushed in. Several big bosses were dissatisfied.
Thrown into the underground fighting arena."
Sheng Mian's heart twitched. Although she had never seen the so-called underground fighting arena, since it was a toy of the rich, it must be very perverted.
She was waiting for Sang Qi's next words, but when Sang Qi said this, he paused for a moment, and then turned to look at her.
"Master Sang, what happens next? How did he escape?"
Sang Qi smiled and tapped his fingertips on the window frame.
"You know that in places like North America, guns are not allowed. The higher-ups can't do anything about these people. After all, whoever has the money is the boss. Fu Yancheng made money quickly there. Now the entire underground fighting arena is his territory. It seems that he is following others
I got it by gambling my life."
Sheng Mian's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, somewhat disbelieving.
She knew that Fu Yancheng might be a little dark at heart, but she didn't expect him to be able to do this.
Sang Qi's tone was tactful. He is a very lucky man. When looking at people, he should always keep his eyes open.
"One day's turnover in the underground fighting arena was terrifying. Later, he returned to Wall Street and used the money to plan the largest acquisition. I heard that a few years ago, many people jumped off the building because of this incident."
Really powerful people don't break the law, but take advantage of loopholes in the law.
Just like when she was in You County, Fu Yancheng told her that sometimes information gaps are also a resource.
Sang Qi supported his head with one hand and raised the corners of his mouth.
"So it's good that you broke up peacefully. He doesn't seem to like people."
Sheng Mian stopped talking. She had learned enough about Fu Yancheng recently.
The more I understand, the more I feel that there is a bottomless darkness behind Fu Yancheng.
The car stopped at the door of a five-story villa, the iron door slowly opened, and someone had already come to greet it.
Sheng Mian was not the protagonist today, so he followed Sang Qi.
The people who came to greet him were very polite to Sang Qi. After all, the Sang family is the top wealthy family in North America.
Entering the hall, Sheng Mian immediately saw a man about fifty years old sitting in the middle, and sitting next to the man was Fu Yancheng.
The place where he sat was closest to the huge chandelier, and the cold white light made his whole body look pale.
Probably the lights in the room were too bright, so when he looked at people, he always felt like light bursting out like golden threads.
Obviously Fu Yancheng and Sang Qi have the same intention.
He Lun was smiling and saying something to him, but he showed no expression. When he turned around, he saw a man and a woman coming in.
Inexplicably, he found this scene very dazzling.
He Lun quickly stood up and went to greet him.
"Master Sang, I have admired you for a long time."
"Teacher He, you are fine."
He Lun looked at Sheng Mian, "Who is this?"
"He is my friend in the imperial capital."
"Okay, please come inside and I'll have someone bring you tea."
Sheng Mian had heard of He Lun. He Lun’s classes were very popular in Jingying Film School. Students rushed to take his classes. If the script could be liked by him, he would be responsible for connecting students with investors, so He Lun
Lun's reputation is very good.
Sheng Mian was sitting next to Fu Yancheng, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Fu Yancheng's eyes also fell on her, and she had no choice but to say hello to him, "Mr. Fu."
But he didn't give her any face and didn't respond to her.
Sheng Mian didn't feel embarrassed, it wasn't the first time he had done this anyway.
But I still cursed in my heart, you dog man.
She just complained in her heart and listened carefully to the conversation between Sang Qi and He Lun.
One is a young man from the largest film and television company in North America, and the other is an artist in the domestic script industry. The conversation between the two may be the direction of the future.
