“I’m getting on in years, it’s better for me to stay on with the chairman as Mr. Fu is young and bursting with energy. Just like you, Mr. Lu’s secretary and assistants are always hustling. I’m an old bag of bones, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it!” Secretary Song said as he mimicked the actions of an elderly man.
“Secretary Song, you’re only in your forties, and you call yourself an old bag of bones…”
Lu Jinnan was about to continue, but Fu Huai’an raised his hand and gestured him to stop. “You may leave the invitation here, Secretary Song, you may go now.”
Lu Jinnan wasn’t aware of the history behind Secretary Song and Fu Qingquan’s relationship, but Fu Huai’an was aware.
Secretary Song’s father used to be Fu Qingquan’s right-hand man. More than thirty years ago, Secretary Song’s father passed away in a car accident. Not only did Fu Qingquan offer Secretary Song’s mother a job, but he also helped finance Secretary Song’s studies until his graduation.
Secretary Song became Fu Qingquan’s secretary immediately after he graduated. Fu Qingquan groomed him and mentored him every step of the way. He had stayed by the chairman’s side loyally for more than two decades, and Fu Qingquan was like a father to him.
Fu Huai’an knew what Lu Jinnan was up to, but he also knew that this wasn’t feasible.
Secretary Song nodded and said, “Sure. Mr. Fu, Mr. Lu, I’ll make a move then.”
As he watched Secretary Song make his exit, Lu Jinnan’s smile gradually vanished.
He tugged his tie as he sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette, and hung it from his lips. “Gotta hand it to that old fogey. He actually managed to win over the Mu family from Pengcheng. I wonder what he promised them?”
Fu Huai’an kept silent. Lu Jinnan lit his cigarette and casually tossed the lighter. “Old Fu, why don’t you consider taking Chu Xun as your bride? They have the Peng family backing them up, you’ve got to have the Chu family to help you then!”
Fu Huai’an gazed profoundly at Lu Jinnan through the white smoke.
Lu Jinnan didn’t intend to mince his words. “Chu Xun came to me last night, dead drunk. Her mom called, and she started crying over the phone… If you were Chu Xun’s dad, wouldn’t you give the guy who hurt your daughter a hard time?”
“Thud thud thud…”
Fu Huai’an’s assistant pushed open the door and stood there. “Sir, the secretary of Chu Group’s chairman called. Chairman Chu is at the teahouse just across from our office, and he would like to meet you for tea now.”
Lu Jinnan flourished his hands in an “I-told-you-so” manner.
Fu Huai’an bit on his cigarette as he grabbed his cigarette pack and lighter. He put on his suit jacket, adjusted his collar, and spoke calmly, “Keep an eye on the sales department tomorrow, make sure nothing goes wrong. Get Tang Zheng, Bai Jinyu, and Old Gu to come by earlier tonight, I’ll be introducing someone to them.”
Fu Huai’an had prepped Lin Nuan last night, and he would be officially introducing her to his friends tonight.
He was about to continue talking when his phone rang. He looked at it and frowned as he walked out of the room. With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, Lu Jinnan pursed his lips as he watched Fu Huai’an leave. He was worried about him…
He pondered for a moment, then put out the remaining half of his cigarette and ran out of the room to chase after Fu Huai’an.
…
Lin Nuan felt a little awkward when she stepped into the broadcast building this morning.
She had witnessed Chu Xun offering herself to Fu Huai’an last night, and Chu Xun was the station’s president. It was just plain awkward.
Chu Xun usually held a meeting every Monday morning, but it was canceled today.
According to Chu Xun’s assistant, she wasn’t feeling well today. However, rumors were rife that Chu Xun’s absence was because she was feeling depressed after being jilted.
“I’m getting on in years, it’s better for me to stay on with the chairman as Mr. Fu is young and bursting with energy. Just like you, Mr. Lu’s secretary and assistants are always hustling. I’m an old bag of bones, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it!” Secretary Song said as he mimicked the actions of an elderly man.
“Secretary Song, you’re only in your forties, and you call yourself an old bag of bones…”
Lu Jinnan was about to continue, but Fu Huai’an raised his hand and gestured him to stop. “You may leave the invitation here, Secretary Song, you may go now.”
Lu Jinnan wasn’t aware of the history behind Secretary Song and Fu Qingquan’s relationship, but Fu Huai’an was aware.
Secretary Song’s father used to be Fu Qingquan’s right-hand man. More than thirty years ago, Secretary Song’s father passed away in a car accident. Not only did Fu Qingquan offer Secretary Song’s mother a job, but he also helped finance Secretary Song’s studies until his graduation.
Secretary Song became Fu Qingquan’s secretary immediately after he graduated. Fu Qingquan groomed him and mentored him every step of the way. He had stayed by the chairman’s side loyally for more than two decades, and Fu Qingquan was like a father to him.
Fu Huai’an knew what Lu Jinnan was up to, but he also knew that this wasn’t feasible.
Secretary Song nodded and said, “Sure. Mr. Fu, Mr. Lu, I’ll make a move then.”
As he watched Secretary Song make his exit, Lu Jinnan’s smile gradually vanished.
He tugged his tie as he sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette, and hung it from his lips. “Gotta hand it to that old fogey. He actually managed to win over the Mu family from Pengcheng. I wonder what he promised them?”
Fu Huai’an kept silent. Lu Jinnan lit his cigarette and casually tossed the lighter. “Old Fu, why don’t you consider taking Chu Xun as your bride? They have the Peng family backing them up, you’ve got to have the Chu family to help you then!”
Fu Huai’an gazed profoundly at Lu Jinnan through the white smoke.
Lu Jinnan didn’t intend to mince his words. “Chu Xun came to me last night, dead drunk. Her mom called, and she started crying over the phone… If you were Chu Xun’s dad, wouldn’t you give the guy who hurt your daughter a hard time?”
“Thud thud thud…”
Fu Huai’an’s assistant pushed open the door and stood there. “Sir, the secretary of Chu Group’s chairman called. Chairman Chu is at the teahouse just across from our office, and he would like to meet you for tea now.”
Lu Jinnan flourished his hands in an “I-told-you-so” manner.
Fu Huai’an bit on his cigarette as he grabbed his cigarette pack and lighter. He put on his suit jacket, adjusted his collar, and spoke calmly, “Keep an eye on the sales department tomorrow, make sure nothing goes wrong. Get Tang Zheng, Bai Jinyu, and Old Gu to come by earlier tonight, I’ll be introducing someone to them.”
Fu Huai’an had prepped Lin Nuan last night, and he would be officially introducing her to his friends tonight.
He was about to continue talking when his phone rang. He looked at it and frowned as he walked out of the room. With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, Lu Jinnan pursed his lips as he watched Fu Huai’an leave. He was worried about him…
He pondered for a moment, then put out the remaining half of his cigarette and ran out of the room to chase after Fu Huai’an.
…
Lin Nuan felt a little awkward when she stepped into the broadcast building this morning.
She had witnessed Chu Xun offering herself to Fu Huai’an last night, and Chu Xun was the station’s president. It was just plain awkward.
Chu Xun usually held a meeting every Monday morning, but it was canceled today.
According to Chu Xun’s assistant, she wasn’t feeling well today. However, rumors were rife that Chu Xun’s absence was because she was feeling depressed after being jilted.
