The Boss Lost His Memory And Only Remembers Me

Chapter 78: One sentence can ruin your financial situation

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The Wen family is in the thermal sensor business. Wen Jianmin used a lot of connections and finally got in touch with the Fu family and did some marginal cooperation.

I didn't expect to make money from the Fu family, but it would sound good if I could establish a relationship with the Fu family.

But I didn't expect that such a small marginal business would suddenly fail.

The Zhonghuan South District Project Manager called Wen Jianmin directly and said that a new supplier had been found.

Wen Jianmin was a little confused. Once his network of contacts was cut off, it would be even more difficult for him to get in touch with the Fu family in the future.

"Boss Huang, hasn't our cooperation always been good?"

"It was someone close to our young master who called me personally, saying that your daughter Xu Lu has upset our young master. Mr. Wen, you must discipline her and not let the child mess up anything."

Wen Jianmin simply couldn't believe it. His stepdaughter had always been well-behaved, sensible, well-educated and well-mannered. Whenever he took her out, the elders always praised her. How could she have offended the eldest young master of the Fu family

At dinner, at the Wen family's table, Wen Jianmin's face turned pale, and Zhong Hui was panicking, "Jianmin, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jianmin looked at Xu Lu and asked, "How did you offend the young master of the Fu family?"

Xu Lu's heart skipped a beat.

How could she have the chance to offend that high and mighty young master

The one she offended was Wen Qiao.

"Jianmin, what are you talking about? How can our Lulu have the chance to meet that young master?"

Wen Jianmin gritted his teeth and said, "The company finally managed to establish some relationship with the Fu family, but the business was gone because of a word from the eldest young master. The young master said it himself, saying that Xu Lu had offended him."

Xu Lu's face turned very pale. Fu Nanli actually stood up for Wen Qiao.

One Zhuang Yan is on her side, and now there is another Fu Nanli.

She was obviously pretending just to frame her.

Why couldn't they see through her tricks and methods

She said with red eyes: "Uncle Wen, I really don't know anything. I have never seen the eldest young master of the Fu family."

Wen Jianmin was filled with anger but had no place to vent it.

Zhong Hui took the opportunity to say, "There must be a misunderstanding. Jianmin, find a chance to find out what went wrong."

Wen Jianmin was in a depressed mood. He said, "Don't cause trouble again," dropped his chopsticks, and went upstairs with an unhappy face.

Xu Lu's tears fell.

Wen Qiao, just wait!

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Shuying Road, Siheyuan.

Wen Chi knocked on the door and leaned against it: "Wen Mo and I will go back to school tomorrow. He will participate in the Summer Mathematical Olympiad, and I will participate in a hockey game."

"knew."

The roar of a motorcycle came from next door, and Wen Chi's eyes lit up: "I'll go see Brother Kai's big motorcycle."

Wen Qiao glanced at the young man who left in a hurry and shook his head. He loved everything except studying, which was really frustrating.

The next day, when Fu Nanli made a video call from Munich, Uncle Ji from the convenience store came in with her mother carrying an air conditioner.

Her mother's voice came: "Mingyuan, I really don't need an air conditioner in my room. I'm not afraid of the heat."

Ji Mingyuan: "How can you not be afraid of the heat? Your room is small to begin with, and it faces west. The sun is shining all afternoon, and it will be very hot at night. I'll install it for you."

"How much is it? I'll give it to you."

"No money required, just consider it a bonus for you. The customers are very satisfied with your work in my store."

"You have to pay..."

Then came the sound of an electric drill, and Uncle Ji seemed to be drilling a hole.

Wen Qiao closed the door and answered his video call. Because of the time difference, it seemed to be late at night. It was pitch black outside the French window behind him. He was wearing a nightgown, his hair was slightly wet and messy, covering his forehead, laziness spread all over his body, holding a glass of water in his hand, he took a sip, and frowned slightly: "What's that sound again?"

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