Jiang Bo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Meng Fu from beginning to end.
He finally remembered Meng Fu.
The daughter of the Jiang family who had a rift with her daughter was currently living in the entertainment industry.
Even Mr. Jiang looked at him with solemnity. Meng Fu was like this...
Jiang Bo laughed angrily at her ignorant appearance, and raised his eyebrows with contempt: "You?"
Meng Fu was still unhurried. She faced the sunshine outside with a light look on her face and said, "That's right, me."
"Okay," Jiang Bo sat on his chair without moving, pushed the document to Meng Fu across the table, and sneered, "If you can't do it, I believe you also know what the result will be."
Meng Fu took the contract over, holding a pen in one hand and the contract in the other. He flipped through a few pages of the contract without looking for a table mat. There was a lot of content in the contract. Apart from the official words, the rest was the core content of the MS case.
"Fu'er..." Jiang Quan stood up and opened his mouth as he watched Meng Fu ask for the signature.
"It's useless to struggle," Meng Fu turned to Jiang Quan and said calmly, "Look at them, do they look like they will let the Jiang family go?"
Jiang Quan had nothing to say.
Meng Fu said that she had finished reading the contract. The contents were similar to what she had guessed on the road, and then she directly signed the two characters "Meng Fu" on the contract.
Meng Fu moved very quickly. Jiang Quan, Jiang Yu and the other directors around him didn't react. They just watched Meng Fu sign.
Jiang Bo took the contract back, turned to Jiang Quan, and shook the contract in his hand: "Mr. Jiang, Meng Fu is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Is this contract valid?"
Jiang Quan was worried about the old man's physical condition. He had already signed it and couldn't change it. Jiang Quan didn't show weakness and just calmly turned to Jiang Bo: "Of course."
On the other hand, the people on Jiang's board of directors were dumbfounded.
One dared to sign, and the other dared to respond!
Is Jiang Quan planning to break the jar without struggling
The directors of the Jiang family couldn't help but turn their attention to Meng Fu, because the Jiang family did not publicize it to the outside world, and they had recently guessed that the Jiang family had such a prominent figure who had recently been involved in the entertainment industry.
As for the description of the old man of the Jiang family, it is even more vivid. Meng Fu probably has the image of a very well-behaved and good girl.
At this time, this good girl actually calmly signed a hot potato that no one in T City dared to take in front of Jiang Bo
Jiang Yu and the people on the board of directors couldn't help but stare at Meng Fu, as if they wanted to see a hole in her.
But the most important thing right now is Mr. Jiang's problem.
Jiang Quan called for first aid. People from the hospital came very quickly. The doctor who followed the car was the same doctor who treated the old man last time. He frowned and began to scold Jiang Quan and the others, "You yourselves know Mr. Jiang's health. Don’t you know how to take good care of it?”
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jiang Quan apologized to the doctor, frowning as he watched the old man being pushed into the emergency room.
Meng Fu had already put the incense he made urgently for the old man on the way, so he was not in a hurry.
He just lowered his head and put on his mask again.
Ten minutes later, the attending doctor who scolded Jiang Quan bloody and went in with a serious look on his face came out again with a puzzled look on his face, "It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with the old man..."
The use of "as if" is confusing.
Jiang Quan: "..."
He didn't say anything, but Jiang Yu, the assistant next to Jiang Quan, asked: "Doctor... did you make a mistake in your diagnosis?"
Jiang Yu didn't study medicine, but he could see the recent changes in Mr. Jiang's body. The doctor said it was fine, but he was indeed suspicious.
The attending doctor also doubted himself: "...I'll go in and take a look."
Three minutes later, he took out another document and confirmed his diagnosis, "Look, this is Mr. Jiang's physical report."
Meng Fu finally yawned and politely thanked the doctor: "Thank you, doctor."
She had been leaning against the wall, and now she finally stood up straight. Everyone in the emergency room was surprised that the old man was fine. Only Meng Fu stood lazily, as if everything was under control.
Jiang Quan couldn't help but take another look at Meng Fu, with some hesitation in his eyebrows.
After hearing that the old man was fine and his backers were intact, several directors also made up their minds.
"The final results will be given to them in three days," the board member who spoke thought carefully. "There are two options. One, I heard that Tong Eryu is studying these in the capital, and he can ask the Tong family for help."
"I've already asked the Tong family about this." Jiang Quan shook his head.
Jiang Xinran also replied to these last time.
The members of the board of directors probably knew this was the case, and they were not surprised. "The only way is to use the second method, which is to transfer the equity and try to minimize the loss after three days."
Meng Fu reached out and pulled the mask back on: "There is a third option."
"Huh?" Jiang Yu turned to Meng Fu, "The third kind?"
"Get the appraisal done." Meng Fu stood up straight and was about to leave. She seemed to curl her lower lip towards Jiang Yu. Because she was wearing a mask, she couldn't see her face clearly, but she could see her slightly curved peach blossom eyes.
"Authentication?" The director next to him listened carefully. He was impressed by Meng Fu's aura today. He glanced at Meng Fu and said, "But our Jiang family doesn't have that kind of special perfumer. Can you please do it?" It’s even more impossible for a perfumer to come out.”
Who doesn't know that this kind of perfumer is extremely rare, and they are basically among the international and major superpowers. No matter how famous the Jiang family is in T City, they are just local rich in T City.
If it was as simple as Meng Fu said, then Jiang wouldn't have endured it for so long.
"I'll do it for you," Meng Fu glanced at the director who was speaking, then patted him on the shoulder and said angrily, "Of course, as for the hard work fee, grandpa has already paid me."
"By the way," she said this, without waiting for anyone to respond, she turned to Jiang Quan, "When will you be due?"
"Three days later, Monday morning at nine o'clock." Jiang Quan said.
"Understood." Meng Fu turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance, making a reassuring gesture to Jiang Quan, "We'll see you in three days."
The elevator doors opened and closed.
Jiang Quan didn't react when he heard Meng Fu's words, he just stared at her leaving figure.
Mr. Jiang did give her a lot of money before.
Jiang Quan also knew.
"Mr. Jiang, just now your daughter said..." The other directors also heard Meng Fu's words and couldn't help but turn to Jiang Quan, paused, and asked, "The eldest lady said she does it for us? She is not an artist, but I heard she still does it. Very good, my son is still a pastry."
"Puff." Jiang Yu reminded.
"Oh, yes, Puff." The director nodded, then turned to Jiang Quan, "Miss...are you serious?"
Are you serious…
To be honest, Jiang Quan doesn't know yet.
He only knew that the old man who was supposed to be seriously ill was fine now, and thinking about what Meng Fu had given the old man many times before and after, he paused and said, "Maybe..."
His only doubt now is that Meng Fu...
Is she a perfumer
Jiang Quan really wanted to ask Meng Fu seriously, but he felt that he was thinking too much. Tong Eryu was picked up by people from the capital with only a little talent. Meng Fu's words...
The matter has come to this, and there is no room for it. Jiang Quan no longer thinks about it. He just turns to the members of the board of directors, "First deal with the shares. In addition, don't tell my dad about signing the MS contract. Let him rest well."
Members of the board of directors would not place their hopes on a little girl, "I know, I will ask the Tong family and I will handle the stock issue."
In the entire T city, only the Tong family is connected to the capital.
Mr. Jiang had also been discussing cooperation issues with the Tong family before, but the Tong family had been hesitant.
**
downstairs.
Meng Fu got into the car.
Su Cheng was driving in front.
Meng Fu took off his shoes, sat cross-legged in the back seat, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at Su Cheng's back.
Su Cheng concentrated on driving the car, but he could still see the figure in the rearview mirror. He paused for a moment, and his eyes filled with ice and snow became a little warmer under the reflection of the rearview mirror, "Say."
"Just," Meng Fu has never had any rules. She changed her hand to support her chin and said in a calm tone, "Am I reckless?"
She didn't explain clearly, but Su Cheng also knew what she was talking about.
Meng Fu has always been unpredictable.
There is always an erratic and unruly look to her eyebrows.
Rarely do I discuss things with people in such a serious manner.
Su Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror, and his cool eyebrows were unusually gentle.
Meng Fu didn't wait for Su Cheng to answer, so he spoke calmly and in a matter-of-fact tone, "Of course I'm not reckless. How could I just watch my grandfather being bullied?"
"...This is really troublesome." At the end, she rested her chin on her hand and looked lazily out of the car window.
It's close to noon, and the sun is just right outside.
In the rearview mirror, Meng Fu's side face was illuminated by the sun and looked a little blurry, but his thin outline was printed on the rearview mirror, and Shen Wan was calm.
Although he didn't need to answer, Su Cheng still smiled and said, "Well, you are not reckless."
"certainly."
**
The affairs of the Jiang family cannot be kept secret, and almost everything that needs to be known is known.
Jiang Bo's side.
"Jiang Quan and the others signed the contract so happily. There may be fraud." They are all businessmen. After Jiang Bo left the Jiang family, he was also worried and asked people to check the specific actions of Jiang Quan and others. "Jiang Xinran didn't have any contact with the Tong family, right? "
"I checked, Jiang Xinran has been preparing for the Yu family's Painting Association Youth Competition recently," Jiang Bo's staff replied respectfully: "She has no time to contact Tong Eryu."
In the entire T city, what Jiang Bo fears most is that the Tong family will interfere.
The old man of the Yu family is the principal of T University, Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association, and Jiang Xinran is close to Tong Eryu.
For Jiang Bo, what he fears most is that the Yu family and Jiang Xinran will suddenly show up. If Yu Yong really invites the president of the Animation Association, or Jiang Xinran persuades Tong Eryu to invite those people in the capital, this matter cannot continue. Go down.
However, it is too difficult to find the opportunity to hire the president of the Animation Association. After all, even the Lord of T City himself has not met the president of the Dao Painting Association many times.
The rest is Jiang Xinran's side.
Jiang Bo felt relieved when he heard that Jiang Xinran had not contacted Tong Eryu.
Originally, the Jiang family was seeking cooperation from the Tong family, and now that Jiang Quan's contract was signed so neatly, the Tong family would definitely not wade into troubled waters.
As for Meng Fu…
Jiang Bo didn't worry at all.
**
Meng Fu here, when Jiang was looking at the contract, she had written down the main contract of MS.
After coming back, she was not idle either.
Zhao Fan, who was watching Su Di's work in the kitchen, saw Meng Fu come back and started to be busy again. He couldn't help but wander around her, "You didn't rest last night, did you? Get a good sleep today, and there will be a day of live broadcast tomorrow."
"I'm checking something." Meng Fu sat in front of the computer and reached out to enter an address.
"Okay." Zhao Fan stood behind Meng Fu and saw Meng Fu's computer page clearly for the first time.
Meng Fu's computer starts up quickly. There are many things on the computer page in her study, which are very complicated and uncategorized. This is indeed Meng Fu's computer.
It's really her style.
Zhao Fan put one hand in his pocket and held a water glass in the other hand. She even saw an online game among them that young people like to play in recent years.
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, remembering that Meng Fu didn't like games before.
Just as Zhao Fan was thinking about it, Meng Fu had already brought up a pure black web page.
The entire webpage is strange, full of strange words.
Dazzling.
"Poisoned?" Zhao Fan pointed at the page and frowned.
A message popped up in the lower left corner. Meng Fu ignored it without raising her head, "No, foreign website."
"Oh." Zhao Fan nodded, paused, and asked tentatively, "Do you know all these words?"
E-slang.
Meng Fu said "hmm" and entered "MS" in the search box.
Zhao Fan watched Meng Fu skillfully use the search bar and browse the messages displayed on it. She couldn't help but put down her cup: "You... know this language?"
"Learned a little bit."
"… oh."
Zhao Fan went out silently and followed Meng Fu's words and closed the door, but she couldn't understand what Meng Fu was doing.
Outside, Su Di brought out two cups of tea and handed one to Zhao Fan: "Doctor Luo just contacted me and said something happened to Mr. Jiang again. Is Miss Meng okay?"
"I don't know." Zhao Fan knew something had happened to Mr. Jiang, and she looked at the door of the room worriedly.
Su Di raised the cup and said, "I'm going to deliver tea to Miss Meng."
In the study room, Meng Fu sat on a chair, looking at the search page on the computer and playing with his phone in his hand.
The computer's fluorescent light reflected her face, making it difficult to see the emotions behind her eyes.
All the results about MS were on the computer. She had been away for two years. In the past two years, the development of the perfume industry exceeded her expectations.
Her master told her that everything about perfumery comes from practice. If this path doesn't work, just take another one.
Su Di was not as bold as Zhao Fan and went to see Meng Fu's computer.
"Su Di," Meng Fu took the tea, took a sip, and looked at him thoughtfully, "If I want to send something back from abroad, how long will it take?"
"Where exactly?" Su Di nodded. Wei Jingke was sent abroad, and Su Xuan was also abroad.
Meng Fu leaned back on his chair and asked, "International Federation, how long will it take?"
She is not very clear about the strictness of the federal checkpoints now.
"Federation?" Su Di was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but glance at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu nodded, "Send some facial masks."
"Let me ask Mr. Wei." Su Di understood that he was purchasing on behalf of others.
He took out his cell phone and called Su Xuan. When he couldn't get through, he asked Wei Jingke again.
"Facial mask?" When Wei Jingke heard that Meng Fu wanted a facial mask, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, and then slowly said: "After a few major inspections, it will take about a day."
one day.
Meng Fu is going to record a variety show tomorrow and there is no time.
She nodded towards Su Di, "I understand." She didn't say anything else.
Su Di went out.
Meng Fu's voice was also heard on the other end of the phone. Wei Jingke was silent for a moment, and patiently explained: "One day is the fastest time to send something back from the Federation. She would not think that the Federation and Country R Just as fast, right? Go and explain to her."
"I won't go in." Su Di said with lingering fear, "When she is in a better mood next time, I will ask her for the phone number of the federal purchasing agent."
**
inside the house.
Meng Fu took a deep breath, then reached out and typed a few more codes on the keyboard.
A chat room suddenly appeared.
Meng Fu slid down the members of the chat room.
All seem to be online.
The cosmic money addict wants to make money every day: Xia Xia, I have something to ask you.
FBI Louis:…
Mask of the Thief of the Milky Way: This tone is what Meng’s father does every day—(Xia Xia, kneel down, I have something to ask you) (Shake your legs)
Solar System Delivery Guy M Xia: Okay.
Galaxy Thief Mask: Wow, Xia Xia, you treat me differently!
As soon as Meng Fu saw the other party type "good", a voice message popped up on the computer.
Meng Fu took the earphones and put them on himself. He used a machine to convert the sound. The effect was average, and the electricity was flowing. "Where are you?"
"Jingcheng, delivering food."
Everyone in the group knows their respective identities, and they have basically been on Lewis's wanted list, so there is no need to be secretive.
Only Meng Fu is unpredictable.
Mask and M Xia have dealt with a lot of shady weapons deals, and have provoked many superpowers.
If they can't solve these sequelae, they will ask "Dad Meng" to deal with them.
We have never met, but we are very happy to cooperate with each other.
In addition to this large group, they also have a small group who have specifically guessed the identity of Meng Daddy. They even listed all the people on the Skynet mercenary rankings and hacker rankings, but none of them matched "Meng Daddy". .
Meng Fu kicked his feet and turned around, "I have something I need to transfer back from the Federal Center. Please help me transfer it to T City."
M Xia knew that Meng Fu was in T City, but she never asked if Meng Fu wanted to see someone. She gave an accurate time, "Eight hours."
It takes seven hours to fly from the federation to China.
Eight hours.
Meng Fu was not surprised that M Xia dared to have such confidence, "Trouble."
"You're welcome." M Xia smiled.
**
Nine p.m.
Su Di was still busy in the kitchen, and Zhao Fan was discussing the details of tomorrow's shooting with the crew of "A Star's Day".
There was a knock on the door.
"Hello, courier."
express delivery
Su Di had sharp ears. He took a spatula and opened the door. He was surprised that Meng Fu rarely shopped online.
After opening the door, there was no one outside, only a box at the door.
Su Di lowered his head and glanced at the box. There was only a piece of paper stuck on the box, with a dragon-shaped logo drawn on it, and a few lines of characters with flying dragons and phoenixes -
MF, close.
He moved his gaze to the row below, his eyes slightly focused.
Send to: M Xia.