There is also a Christmas tree decorated for Christmas outside, with colorful lights flickering, reflecting the hot spring water, which is warm, elegant and quiet.
The phone vibrated, [Fu Chuan: Young Master He is desperate and wants to ask for your help]
Fu Nanli's eyelids slightly drooped, his eyes gleamed coldly, and he replied with a message [Just deal with him casually]
[Fu Chuan: Got it]
When Fu Chuan first received He Cong's call for help, he was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He probably didn't know that the subprime mortgage crisis was planned by Fu Nanli, so how could he turn to help him
Fu Nanli put down his phone and looked at the person who was quietly eating steak across from him: "How did you do on the final exam?"
"fine."
"There are rewards for doing well in the exam."
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat. Can I not do that
"No... no thanks. I took the test for myself. Why would I ask for a reward?"
"We will have another gathering in Xiaotangshan before the New Year, with the same people."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Okay, I really don't need a gift, you... don't prepare it for me."
She had almost already contacted the Hope Primary School that she had given him, and she had finally spent the money, so she couldn’t accept any more gifts.
Fu Nanli smiled and said nothing.
Wen Qiao felt uneasy, not knowing whether he had listened to her or not.
The sky was falling for the He family. He Cong had invested hundreds of millions of dollars in total, and lost them all. The most important thing was that he had misappropriated the family's funds. If he could not fill the hole in time, the family group's capital chain would definitely be in trouble.
His sister He Qian finally came over. When He Qian learned that her brother was such a spendthrift, she was so angry that she didn't care about her face anymore and gave He Cong a scolding.
"He Cong, what's wrong with you? If you want to invest, then invest. How can you use the family funds without telling your mother?"
He Cong's hair was in disarray and his face was exhausted. "If I knew the consequences, would I still do this? Don't lecture me. Even if you scold me to death, it won't help. Think of a solution."
He Qian was so angry that she threw the bag in her hand at him: "Find a way yourself, go home, kneel in front of your mother, and repent."
He Cong grabbed his hair in distress. "I really wonder if I have offended someone. That person seems to be targeting me. I am the largest buyer of this batch of mystery debts. Who else could it be if not targeting me?"
He Qian had a flash of inspiration and her heart suddenly tightened.
Is it directed at her brother or at her
Who has such great ability? IM is such a big company, and the subprime mortgage crisis happened as soon as it happened. His brother lost all his money.
Who is warning them
He Qian couldn't help but feel cold all over, because the only person she could think of was Fu Nanli.
It was such a coincidence that this incident happened at the right time. Just after she designed to let Wen Qiao meet his mother, it was said that Wen Qiao ran away in the heavy snow wearing a little dress.
So Fu Nanli is taking revenge on Wen Qiao for her
She felt that things were a bit confusing. Did Fu Nanli know that Wen Qiao was a little liar
She walked out of her brother's villa with a blank mind and dialed the phone. When the call was connected, it was a familiar, sexy voice that could make her heart sink as soon as it opened.
"Hello… "
He Qian sat in the car, holding back her heartache and said, "Captain, it's me."
"who?"
It will always be like this, she is not in his eyes, he can never remember her, her name, or her voice.
All her efforts seemed to have become a huge joke.
(End of this chapter)