Zhao Fan quietly waited for the person on the other end of the phone to finish speaking, and then said: "I have contacted a lawyer about the divorce agreement. Next time I go back and sign the agreement, a lawyer will contact you."
As soon as he said this, the voice on the other end of WeChat disappeared instantly.
"Zhao Fan, you..." Seeing that the other end of the phone was about to start roaring again, Zhao Fan no longer wanted to listen and cut off the WeChat link directly.
She had contacted lawyers before coming to the federation. She contacted these people today just because the time had come to make the final decision.
She hung up the phone and ignored these people. Instead, she checked WeChat, found the WeChat account of a domestic lawyer, and discussed the issue with him again.
at the same time.
On the other side of WeChat, a middle-aged couple stood together. The woman's face was full of sternness. When she saw that WeChat was hung up, she became angry: "This is really against the grain!"
The middle-aged man had a somewhat honest face. He glanced at the woman and said, "Xiao Chen..."
"How can a couple not have a little fight? Xiao Chen of the Ren family has given her too little, so she dares to go back to China and doesn't show up for a long time?" The woman frowned.
"But they have been separated for two years." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, "We can't find her if she doesn't show up..."
"Isn't Xiao Chen's company going to move back to China?" The woman tilted her head, "They were acquired by the Yang family, and they just happen to be returning to China. When the time comes, we will use a trick to get her to come back, and let Xiao Chen handle the rest."
Talking here.
Here, Meng Fu has arrived at the small kitchen downstairs. She hasn't seen him for more than half a month. The "small kitchen" here has been fully built by Chris, and there is a small stove in the middle designed by Su Di himself. .
Seeing Meng Fu coming down, Su Di turned on the fire and stewed the soup, "Sister Fan came up to see you just now?"
Su Di could tell that Zhao Fan was not in a good mood just now.
He didn't cooperate much with Zhao Fan, but he also knew that Zhao Fan had spent the past few years celebrating the New Year by himself or with Meng Fu.
The last time she had a car accident with him, his parents came frequently, but Zhao Fan only had people from Meng Fu taking care of him. At that time, Su Di originally wanted to ask, but because of Meng Fu and Su's mother, he ended up asking. He didn't ask so many questions, thinking that Zhao Fan was also an orphan.
But just now downstairs, Zhao Fan said that she had something to do with her parents.
"Something happened," Meng Fu glanced upstairs, "There will be two more people tonight, and more food will be cooked."
Meng Fu obviously didn't want to say more, so he put back the question that came to Su Di's lips.
Not long after, Zhao Fan came down from upstairs. Her expression seemed to be the same as before. Su Di didn't notice, so he dropped the matter and instead asked Meng Fu about the signal.
"I'm discussing this matter with Brother Cheng." Meng Fu put his hands in his pockets and took a step back when she saw that Su Di's pot was on fire. "He is designing a receiver."
The signal here is shielded by the magnetic field, but if you want to receive information in a small space, it's either impossible or it costs a lot.
When Su Cheng heard that Su Cheng had taken over, Su Di didn't ask any more questions.
After eating, Zhao Fan followed Yang Hua to clear up matters at the mansion. Locke had been sitting in the hall since eating, glancing at Meng Fu from time to time.
When he didn't say anything, Meng Fu went upstairs and ignored him.
Chris had been waiting for Meng Fu to come back to report on the manor. When Meng Fu had time after dinner, he came up to Meng Fu with a pile of documents.
Locke had already joined the manor before coming and received his own spices, guaranteed to be two sticks per month.
He had seen it. Although these two sticks were slightly different from the ones he got in the capital, they were not much different. They were both top-notch spices.
After actually getting the spices, he realized that this was not a dream, but reality.
He saw Chris following Meng Fu upstairs, and he followed after thinking about it.
Chris knew that Locke was a master, but he was now very humble. Yang Hua, who thought he was an ordinary person, could control Su Di without using his hands. Zhao Fan, who thought he was still an ordinary person, was called Sister Fan by Su Di.
Now there was an apparently super master Locke, and Chris reported to Meng Fu very calmly.
"These are the expenses of the mansion for more than half a month," Chris straightened his expression, "Take a look."
Meng Fu lowered her head and flipped through the pages. It cost a lot to maintain a mansion, let alone that she wanted to build this base.
The expenses were huge, and the money in her card was from the last convoy, and it had already been used up.
"We have no external business dealings. We only need to provide some materials to the association every year, and the association will send a sum of money," Chris reported, "but this money is a drop in the bucket for us."
Naturally, Meng Fu also knew that the mansion had no external business.
After all, Evian Town is different from other places. The information is too backward. It is also close to slums and black areas. There are everyone there, and it is not easy to do business.
The first fund came from Meng Fu's private treasury.
But you can’t just sit back and rest in vain.
"The most important thing now is to build the city wall. As for business..." Meng Fu tapped his fingers on the table, "The group of people who made parts for the Qi Association asked them to continue making parts. I will help you design one. When the time comes, you will follow the Qi Association. Let’s negotiate the price. As for the rest, when the price of our medicinal materials increases, we will go to the underground exchange to sell the spices.”
"Selling spices?" Chris glared.
"Well," Meng Fu scratched the paper at hand and put it away after flipping through it. "Miss Jiang will help you in the future. Let her practice her skills first. Others will join later. You should stabilize the base first." , I will wait for her first batch of spices to come out in two days to test the water, and go to the market to see if there are any ingredients that can be used to make spices, bring them back and I will train them myself. "
If other people said they were selling spices, Chris would naturally not believe it, but the other person was Meng Fu, who made a pile of spices with every move.
Or Meng Fu, a senior perfumer.
Chris was a little excited. He felt that he seemed to see the power of the eighth party of the Federation rising.
Everyone in the Federation knows that behind every super power there is a senior perfumer.
Chris has also been in the Federation for so many years, so he naturally has a vision.
Even after all these years, he has never seen a perfumer with higher purity of spices than Meng Fu.
Even when the Blues Family was still around, the purity of their spices seemed to be lacking: "Yes, Miss Meng!"
Chris went out ambitiously and told everything.
Beside him, Locke was still standing there, not leaving yet. He kept watching while the two were talking.
Locke is a master, and at the same time, he is also proficient in a bunch of languages, so he can naturally understand the conversation between the two.
Meng Fu let him look at her and turned on the computer. When he looked over for the nth time, she raised her head: "What do you want to say?"
When Locke heard this, he paused again.
He didn't speak, and Meng Fu didn't ask. He continued to look down at the computer.
After a while, Locke finally replied: "Who are you? What's your background? I heard that you made all the spices in the warehouse. As far as I know, even the Federal Fragrance Association can't prove the purity." Such a high level of spices. Not to mention the Fragrance Association, even the Federation Lord doesn't have it? Only the original Blues Clan could do it, but they were already wiped out. The most powerful lineage in the Xie, backed by the NO.1 at the time, were finally exterminated because of the spices in their hands, but you... have so many spices in your hands, but no one has checked them, and no one knows about them. No big shot takes action..."
Meng Fu looked at the computer login, raised his head, and interrupted him: "What do you want to say?"
Locke paused again.
He shook the spices in his hand and then raised his head: "I didn't mean to invade your family. After I came out, someone told me about your family... Then I went to the capital. That person was a rebel organization. of people…”
Even if he surrendered to Meng Fu before, he never told Meng Fu about these things. He didn't mention them to Meng Fu until now.
"I didn't mean to get into trouble with you," Locke continued: "Those people have probably been eyeing your family for a long time. Your family should have something they want, and it probably isn't spices."
After he rambled on for a long time, Meng Fu leaned back and smiled, "I know everything. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Locke looked up and said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Meng Fu: "..."
She glanced at the computer, which was already open. Zhao Fan's WeChat page had not yet been closed. Just as she was about to close it, a message popped up on Zhao Fan's WeChat page—
Xiao Fan, we will return to China next month. Xiao Chen is now Yang's manager. When you come back, have a good talk with him. We won't force you anymore. You can divorce if you want, but you can go home first.