Psychic

Fangallo seemed to be very interested in Sun Ying's changes. His dark eyes must have looked at him for a while, and Yin Hong's mouth was slightly ticked.

Sun Ying stepped up a few steps, clinging to Cao Xiaofeng's back, trying to hug him to get warm.I don't know why, when he was stared at by Van Goghro, he had the feeling that even the belt bones were seen through by the other party.

Cao Xiaofeng also quietly stayed close to Sun Ying and said with a smile: "Xiao Fan, you are now overturned, and the popularity is high. You can talk to the company about the conditions and renew the contract. If you can trust me, you can renew the contract. Let me talk, I can help you to plead with the company and reduce part of the penalty. 80 million is not a small amount! "

Fangalo stretched out his slender fingers, pressed the top floor, and smiled: "Don't bother you anymore, I am here to settle the liquidated damages. I personally talk to Zhao Wenyan."

"You go to talk with President Zhao in person?" Cao Xiaofeng shook his face, as if worried: "People of President Zhao never talk about affection, you can find him directly, I'm afraid I won't have to talk about this matter."

"I have a lot in my heart, and I don't have to bother." Van Gogh smiled and nodded, every move was very self-contained, just like the two before and after.

Cao Xiaofeng guessed that the person in front of him might not be the main person, but which sub-personality. If he wanted to set this sub-personality, he could understand the details of the other person, but he could not prevent the elevator door from opening suddenly. His floor arrived.He did not want to leave in place, but Sun Ying pushed him out and dragged him to the desert.

Van Gogh slowly backed away, bent a leg slightly, and leaned against a mirror-like metal wall, with a very relaxed posture, as if not to negotiate, but to find a friend to chat with.

The elevator doors closed slowly and moved up quickly.

A few minutes later, Fangallo had been waiting in front of the president ’s office.

A female assistant brought a cup of coffee and sighed, "Mr. Fan, please wait a moment, President Zhao is currently waiting for guests." She didn't look at her anymore, she also knows that Van Gogh has recently turned red and the company definitely wants to stay Live him.It is a good thing that he can find it on his own initiative, and he must not drive people away because he has not made an appointment.

Van Gogh whispered, then placed the coffee on the coffee table, closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands, gently tapped the tiger's mouth with his left and right thumbs, and waited patiently.

The door of the president's office was tightly closed, but because the visitors were very emotional and loud, people outside could still hear what was happening inside.

An old male voice asked: "Zhao Wenyan, do you know that your decision will drag the Zhao Group into the abyss? Are you crazy? It is not a six billion problem to fill the fire pit, but hundreds. 100 million, and it may not be rewarded in a lifetime. Where does your mind go? Where have you gone? Apart from love, have you considered everything else? I am too disappointed with you! And, you are sure that you are love Are you digging into someone's heart, but they treat you as a big injustice, and the good things never come to you, they are pitted before they think of you! Did you feel it yourself? Do you still have the strength? "

Zhao Wenyan's voice was very calm, and he couldn't really hear what he said.

The old male voice was a little bit more exaggerated: "Shut up! I do n’t want to listen to your ridiculous ideas! You have lost your mind! If you go all out, I will initiate a general meeting of shareholders to overthrow all your duties! You are not worthy to be the chairman of the group!"

Suddenly the door was pulled open, and an old man with a thin but aura of great strength came out of it. He was Mr. Zhao Guoan, the grandfather of Zhao Wenyan.He has been retired for more than ten years. He never cares about the affairs of the group on weekdays, and rarely lives in the country.It can't be too small for him to rush back to his country and to meet with his grandson to meet soldiers and fight for power.

The entire top floor was panic-stricken with Mr. Zhao's arrival.Zhao Wenyan, who walked behind the old gentleman, also had a face on his face, and his eyes shone with fierce light.

Mr. Zhao glanced back at him and found that he was heavy-hearted. He lifted his cane and was a whip. He said sadly: "Are you suffering from madness? Ah? I knew you would become like this, I should n’t have passed you back then. Dad and a few uncles, let you take over my position! How much stupid things have you done for that woman, and how much damage has been done to the company, have you calculated? I am blind! "

Zhao Wenyan hurriedly lowered his head and honestly accepted his grandfather's scolding, and then squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Grandfather, I am not disrespectful to you, let alone hate you. I am just unwilling, I am really unwilling ... … "But why not be reconciled, he couldn't say it again.

No one noticed that a few drops of red blood fell to the ground along the corner of his mouth, and they were trampled on by the staggering steps of Mr. Zhao Lao and the assistant who came to persuade him.He hated his gums, but he really had no way to change ...

Who can find his helplessness, and who can pull him out of the abyss?He had nightmares all night and all night, and those nightmares were far worse than the reality he experienced.

Zhao Wenyan quickly licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with the help of his assistant, carefully put Mr. Zhao into the elevator.

The old man, who was full of anger and anxiety, scolded while beating the ground with his cane.

Zhao Wenyan bowed his head and bowed deeply.The moment the elevator doors closed, he glimpsed a tear in the corner of his grandfather's eyes, so his eyes also flushed.He stood at the entrance of the elevator, staring at the elevator door that had been closed for a long time.After about three or four minutes, he turned around expressionlessly and slammed into a pair of bright black eyes.

He had seen these eyes, and he was very impressed, making him slightly stunned.

"Van Gallo, why are you here?" Zhao Wenyan's mood has calmed down, and he extended his hand and invited: "Come in and talk."

Fangallo walked into the office with the corner of his lips.

"Want to drink something?" Zhao Wenyan asked politely.

Fangalo was about to refuse, but Zhao Wenyan's cell phone rang. He quickly connected and quietly listened to his mother's persuasion; this call just hung up, and another call came in. It was his uncle who was harsh. 'S reprimand smashed into his eardrums; next, elders or peers of the Zhao family successively made phone calls, or persuaded, or scolded, or taught ...

Zhao Wenyan's face collapsed very tightly, and his muscles on his cheeks broke quickly, but he still insisted on one sentence: he would sell all his assets and shares, even several companies he founded, to save Su Feng Xi ’s investment in Xichuan.

"Are you hitting Su Fengxi's Gu?" A Zhao clan questioned in this way, and then ended up disappointed.

Zhao Wenyan stared at the phone, his eyes gleaming dimly.Suddenly, the bell rang again, and after seeing the caller ID, he could not wait to connect the phone and asked in a dumb voice: "How?"

"Mr. Zhao, I really can't see any problems. You can find someone else to think of a way. It's not Gu, I can be sure." The man hung up after a few words, Zhao Wenyan's straight back suddenly Collapsed, and then slowly leaned back on the back of the chair, the beautiful face covered in a shadow, so decadent.

Now he is like a sleepy beast, trapped in an abyss covered with sharp knives, no matter where he climbs, it is bloody pain and despair waiting in front.He couldn't save himself, and he couldn't count on the help of others. Looking back the first half of his life, and then looking at the rest of his life, it seemed like a nightmare that could never be awakened. If he wanted to be free from this nightmare, he could only die himself.

Zhao Wenyan held his forehead in one hand and clasped the phone tightly in the other. The crunching sound indicated that the fragile machine was likely to be buried in his agitated emotions.

Van Goghro turned a blind eye to his pain, sat in a leather chair, and folded his slender legs. He said directly, "Zhao Zhao, I hope the company can waive my liquidated damages."

Zhao Wenyan was silent for a long time before he said dumbly: "You know that is impossible. Although you are turning red now, the loss has already been caused, and the company has paid you a lot of money. At most, I can only give you some relief. You need to pay for the rest. You can renew the contract with the company and make some concessions on the share. "

In the face of Van Gogh, for some reason, Zhao Wenyan can talk to him calmly even if he is uncomfortable.He was surrounded by a particularly reassuring aura.

Fangalo supported the desktop with both hands, kept approaching Zhao Wenyan, and then slightly tilted his head, aiming at his pinna, almost whispering: "The company can't reduce the penalty for breach of contract, Mr. Zhao, you can personally fund me . "

Zhao Wenyan tried to retreat, but found that he was imprisoned by an invisible magnetic field, and some more subtle things drilled into his eardrum along with the breath blown by Van Gogh, and then merged into the limbs and bones. The rushing blood flow slammed every nerve and even every cell of him.This feels extremely mysterious.

Fangallo was still approaching, and the dark pupil shimmered with light, and the light was extinguished, gathered and scattered, and finally formed a cluster of bright nebulae, which was unbelievably beautiful.It turns out that there really are such eyes in the world. They can carry a world, and they can also contain the entire universe.

Zhao Wenyan was dumbfounded, and his unclear thoughts became even more chaotic.Private funding for Vanguard?how can that be possible?However, this sentence, he could not speak anyway, an inexplicable throbbing brewed in his chest, fermentation, collision, and finally sparked.

Van Gaal gently tapped the back of his hand with his slender fingertips, with a little rhythm, and it seemed to be tempting. The words he spoke were difficult to understand: "I exchanged 80 million for you 10 billion, Is it a deal? "

"What?" Zhao Wenyan's throat was almost smoking.

"80 million for 10 billion, you made it." Fangalo put Zhao Wenyan's right hand on his right palm, and then gently covered his left hand, closing his eyes: "Okay, you can answer the phone."

As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Wenyan's mobile phone sang quickly, and the three words "Su Fengxi" jumped out of the screen.Seeing this originally representing the sweet name, Zhao Wenyan's eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes, his pupils clearly resisted, hatred, even killing intentions, but his fingertips could not help shaking, it seemed he could not wait to get on the phone.

Fangalo gently closed his right hand with his palms and tenderly commanded: "Don't struggle, take it."

Zhao Wenyan couldn't help laughing, but what about his struggle, his body couldn't be answered by Su Fengxi's call.But he soon realized that what Van Gogh said "Don't struggle" was to prevent him from breaking free of his folded hands, rather than fighting his own thoughts.

This is no problem, I just don't know what Van Gogh wants to do.Won't he also have feelings for me like his personality?Zhao Wenyan made a phone call while thinking wildly, but he also whispered Van Gogh's instructions: "No matter what she says, you can refuse it all."

Reject Su Fengxi? Zhao Wenyan was stunned and stunned. This is an impossible task for him.