RPAGF Chapter 363: Highest Level Resource Treatment
Chapter 363: Highest Level Resource Treatment
He sucked her lips gently, and the bitter aroma of coffee spread with their breath.
It is mellow, lingering and intoxicating.
Wen Zhixia felt dizzy from his kiss, and she hadn't come back to her senses after the kiss ended.
Fu Ruoshi held her soft face and said, "I'm full."
So you treat yourself as breakfast?
Seeing that he looked full and satisfied, Wen Zhixia was angry.
"What a vixen, she doesn't eat and lives by sucking human essence." She wiped her mouth and muttered softly.
Fu Ruoshi went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed his clothes and came out. He wore a long black suit with a high-necked sweater, looking solemn and restrained. It was obvious that he had deliberately restrained his usual relaxed and casual style of dressing in order to match the atmosphere of the group he joined.
"I'll take you there," he said, looking at Wen Zhixia who had changed her clothes. "It's windy outside."
Actually, I wanted to hold her in the car for a while.
Fifteen minutes later.
The car stopped at the gate of the affiliated hospital.
Fu Ruoshi failed to succeed along the way. Not to mention hugging her, he didn't even touch her hand.
Whenever he made the slightest movement, Wen Zhixia would pinch his waist.
Fu Ruoshi's waist is very sensitive, and he feels numb all over when touched slightly.
The car was cramped and the driver was present, so Mr. Fu couldn't move freely and his face turned blue from being pinched by her.
When Wen Zhixia got off the car, he was reluctant to leave, "See you tonight. Let's have dinner together tonight."
"Not tonight," Wen Zhixia said, "I'm having dinner with my colleagues in the department tonight, and I'm sure you have things to do at the group, so let's get back to each other."
On the first day of reconciliation, someone wanted to stick with her 24 hours a day, which made her very uncomfortable.
Fu Ruoshi kissed her without giving up. Before she could react, he got out of the car with a strong desire to survive, opened the door for her, and waved, "Goodbye, my dear. Good luck with your work."
Wen Zhixia: "...I'm too lazy to argue with you."
I was busy until noon.
After the operation, Wen Zhixia and Mu Xiaoya went to the cafeteria to eat together.
"Sister Zhixia, have you seen the news?" Xiaoya ordered a bowl of Kung Pao Chicken with rice and sat next to her. "The latest news is that the bosses of the Zhao Group and Xu Real Estate have been arrested, and several high-ranking officials in the municipal government are also under investigation."
Wen Zhixia paused for a moment while eating noodles with her chopsticks.
The police acted really quickly.
"I know a little bit," she said without going into too much detail. "What did the news say?"
Xiaoya took out her phone, searched it for her, and explained, "They didn't say anything specific. They just said it was due to a crime or something. It seemed to be related to a mining accident. But this kind of thing hasn't been sentenced yet, so they won't go into too much detail."
Wen Zhixia took the phone and scrolled down.
They were all released by several official media outlets, roughly saying that the Zhao and Xu Groups were suspected of violating regulations and disrupting the financial market and social order, and their protective umbrellas were also uncovered.
The most eye-catching words are: Zhao Zhengrong, Zhao Xiaoning, and Xu Guangcai were officially arrested by the police.
Looking at the names of these three people, Wen Zhixia came back to his senses after a long time.
Especially Zhao, the one who murdered her parents.
Finally, good prevails over evil, and the truth comes to light after more than ten years, and the bad guys get the punishment they deserve.
Wen Zhixia looked at the news, and her vision gradually blurred.
She was going to tell her parents and grandfather the news.
"Oh, Sister Zhixia," Xiaoya suddenly remembered something, "I heard from my colleagues in the department that the chairman of Fu Corporation has passed away."
Although I wanted to gossip, I still asked carefully.
In keeping with Fu's usual low-key style, Fu Keming's death was not widely announced to the public, and an obituary was only issued within the group and among relatives and friends.
But for a company as big as Fu’s, it is inevitable that news will come out.
"Yes," Wen Zhixia nodded, "He passed away."
Xiaoya sighed, "Then our Mr. Fu will become a child without a father? Is he okay? Is he very sad?"
"Maybe he cried secretly," Wen Zhixia said, "He wanted to save face, so he didn't show any emotions in front of outsiders. I don't know if he cried himself to sleep in private."
Xiaoya looked gossipy, "No way, Sister Zhixia, you are so close to him, have you ever seen him secretly wiping away tears?"
Wen Zhixia thought, let's save some face for Fu Ruoshi, so she said, "I'm not as close to him as you think I am now~"
Just as Wen Zhixia finished lunch and was about to start her afternoon work, the lunch break at the Fu Group had just ended.
Of course, Fu Ruoshi had no time to rest.
After he completed the handover in the morning, he held two board meetings and a conference call.
Although everyone seemed to be in harmony on the surface, the directors whose own interests were involved were still testing him overtly or covertly to see if he was a soft persimmon or a hard persimmon, an iron-faced judge or a smiling fox.
It wasn't Fu Ruoshi's first day in society, and he already knew who in the group was difficult to deal with, who was easy to talk to, who liked to stick together, and who had connections.
After all, he had just arrived and had to save face. He would not compromise on his principles, but in terms of words, he knew how to achieve his goals and make people happy at the same time.
Back to the office, Song Ailing and Fu Yonglin came in together.
"Those veterans are rather old-fashioned in their approach to things," Song Ailing reminded him. "Don't confront them head-on. If there's anything you're uncomfortable saying, Yonglin will mediate for you."
Fu Yonglin nodded and said, "I'll stay here with you for a while. Once you've settled into your position, I'll go back to Switzerland."
"You're leaving?" Fu Ruoshi was a little surprised. "You're not staying here?"
Yonglin looked at his slightly lost expression and looked away reluctantly.
"Whether he stays here or not," Song Ailing said, "you two brothers must get along well in the future. The eldest brother is like a father. Whether there are company or family matters, you two brothers must discuss them together."
Fu Ruoshi asked, "Brother, are you sure when you left?"
"Next month," Fu Yonglin said, "With your ability, one month is enough."
"That's not enough," Fu Ruoshi tried to persuade him, "Why don't you go back and have a rest. When you get bored staying at home, you can come back and play."
Song Ailing said, "Yonglin has his own life too. You can't really keep him here to work for you."
"I just feel like I haven't taken good care of him," Fu Ruoshi said, "You don't have to work and just lie back and collect your dividends. Besides, I haven't settled your sister-in-law's affairs yet."
Fu Yonglin changed the subject and patted Fu Ruoshi's shoulder. "My aunt and I will see off some leaders first. We can talk alone later."
"Row."
After the two left, Liu Zhen knocked on the door again and came in to report on his work.
"Mr. Fu, the publicity office has already issued a press release regarding my wife's parents. Please review it."
Fu Ruoshi had previously promised Wen Zhixia that he would make everyone in society remember the deeds of her parents, and after saying that, he began to push forward this matter.
He glanced at the press release and continued, "Have your colleagues in the Propaganda Office find a few major media outlets to distribute it." He then said to Liu Zhen, "Make sure to use the most authoritative ones. They're forbidden from reprinting it, so that smaller media outlets don't use it as an excuse to make irresponsible articles."
Liu Zhen nodded and said, "I'll follow up with the media."
Fu Ruoshi thought about it and shook his head. "Forget it. You guys can contact me to follow up. This situation is special and there must be no mistakes. I will personally communicate with them about the content of the manuscript."
Liu Zhen was stunned.
Mr. Fu, who has always been reluctant to deal with the media directly, was actually willing to come forward and communicate with the media in person.
After all, he is my father-in-law, so of course his resources and treatment should be of the highest standard.
Early morning on weekends.
It's just dawn.
In the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, Wen Zhixia was alone, squatting in front of her parents' tombstone and burning paper.
"Mom and Dad, have you seen the news?" While burning paper, she printed out the news from the Internet and put it into the fire.
"I'm sorry for doing so many dangerous things without telling you. Are you angry with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"You came to see my parents and didn't tell me."
Wen Zhixia turned around and saw Fu Ruoshi dressed in black, panting slightly from running, and ruffling her hair with a little dissatisfaction.
"Why are you here?" She was stunned. She didn't tell him.
Fu Ruoshi snorted, walked to the tombstone, and bowed respectfully, "Good morning, Mom and Dad, I'm here again."
Then, he said to the person behind him, "Liu Zhen, bring the things here."