Time and you are my fault

On the way back to Xinghewan, Chu Yi received a call from Chu Liantian.

The phone rang for a long time before she answered it.

The voice of the man on the other side was a little superficial, "Chui, come to the hospital when you have time."

Chu Yi sneered again and again, "Can't you say it on the phone? I'm afraid that if I go to see you again, you won't be just hospitalized."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, followed by a violent cough.

Chuy squeezed the phone tightly with her fingertips, as if she was holding back some emotion.

"Whether you're coming or not...it's up to you...cough cough! I won't be leaving the hospital for the time being. Come and see me when you've made up your mind."

Chuy hung up the phone and stared at the steering wheel in a daze.

The mobile phone pushed several messages one after another, Chu Yi glanced at it and then fixed his eyes.

[The chairman of Chu's Wood Industry was admitted to the hospital in critical condition, and Chu's stock price hit a new low! 】

[Chu's Wood Industry has received complaints from consumers one after another. What is behind the greatly reduced quality is that the building is about to collapse? 】

Chuy's hand holding the phone was shaking.

I couldn't bear to see the words "toppled down" in the building.

Chu's Wood Industry is Qiao Shiyue's lifelong painstaking effort.

In order to prove to Qiao's family that Qiao Shiyue could make a fortune in the imperial capital without relying on the family, Qiao Shiyue devoted her whole life to it.

As a result, after the death of his mother, the Chu family began to go downhill, and now it has reached this point...

What Feng Xiu said in the cemetery that day came to mind again.

My mind is too messed up.

A message from Huang Xianxian interrupted her train of thought. Now Big Face Media has harvested olive branches from several investors. There is a dinner meeting for investors tonight. He asked Chu Yi if she could attend.

Chu Yi was a little puzzled, why did she, a food blogger who cooks, attend this kind of dinner.

Huang Xianxian hesitated for a while, "The boss read your resume, you are so beautiful that you were selected."

Chu Yi knew in her heart that it was a tacit rule to require beautiful women to accompany her at dinner.

Moreover, there is actually no difference between the anchor circle and the entertainment circle. It is not surprising that there are countless people who want to use this kind of dinner to build relationships and climb up the ladder.

Just when Huang Xianxian thought that Chu Yi was going to refuse, Chu Yi suddenly replied, "Yes."

Huang Xianxian was taken aback, Chu Yi's family didn't look simple, but she didn't shy away from attending such occasions.

He asked Chu Yi to mention this matter because of the orders from above, and it was just a formality.

Just when Huang Xianxian Zhunben hung up the phone, what Chu Yi said made him unable to calm down.

"You can go, but I want to attend as an investor."

"Investor... investors?" Huang Xianxian stammered and asked, "These three companies each contributed 3000 million, Yiyi, you..."

"How much is still missing, I'll take care of it." Chu Yi said casually.

It's like going to the vegetable market casually, telling my aunt how much cabbage you have at home, and I'll take it all.

Chu Yi was already standing at the door of the bank at this moment.

She has a total of 7000 to [-] million funds on hand. If she mortgages the house in Xinghewan and sells the idle jewelry, the liquid funds on hand will reach hundreds of millions.

She originally planned to take the big face media as a whole, since there are other investors to share the risk, why not do it.

You can't put all your eggs in one basket, she understands this.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Hexianju restaurant.

There were eight or nine men and women sitting at the dining table.

The representatives of the three investors sat at the main seat, and the eyes of the three of them swept over the faces of the women opposite them as if they were picking products.

Liu Xin, the person in charge of Big Face Media, was trying to smooth things over. He held up a wine glass and chatted with several investors about the future of the media industry.

But the three of them were dispirited.

Zheng Ming, the boss of Qinghe Investment Company, kept his eyes on Chu Yi, "This lady..."

Liu Xin accepted the words with some embarrassment, "Mr. Zheng, Ms. Chu is also an investor."

"Oh?"

Zheng Ming was a little surprised. Seeing her streamlined attire, he guessed that she was just a small employee of some company.

He got up and walked to Chu Yi, pressing the back of the chair behind her with one hand, "Which investment company does Ms. Chu work for?"

Chu Yi frowned as a strange breath came over her face.

But she still replied politely, "Hi, Mr. Zheng, I am an employee of Big Face Media, but I have some spare money on hand, and I want to accompany the company to tide over the difficulties."

Zheng Ming was even happier when he heard it. A small blogger with no background and a little spare money is easy to handle.

He put his hand on the girl's shoulder, and said in a naked tone, "Would you like to come to my company, I need a personal assistant..."

The word "personal assistant" was extremely ambiguous by him, and it's not hard to hear the meaning.

Chu Yi turned cold, and patted Zheng Ming's salty hand away, "Mr. Zheng, you've had too much to drink, so let's listen carefully to the future development trend of Big Face Media."

Liu Xin also hurriedly followed suit.

Everyone here is his food and clothing parents, no one can offend.

The other female anchors came here voluntarily. Seeing that Chu Yi stole the limelight and still pretended to be noble, they couldn't help but feel jealous, and they also joined Liu Xin.

Zheng Ming was slapped in the face, picked up a whole bottle of foreign wine next to him and put it in front of Chu Yi.

"Miss Chu doesn't give me Zheng some face? Drink it, I can forgive your rudeness."

Chu Yi stood up, crossed her arms and sneered, "Everyone is an investor, who is more noble than whom?"

Violence flashed across Zheng Ming's soybean eyes, and he firmly grasped Chu Yi's arm with both hands, "You are nobler than me? When I was galloping in the mall, you were still a yellow-haired girl! You have to give this face today, and you have to give it if you don't." Here! Give me the wine!"

Chui was caught by him and staggered, her knee hit the edge of the chair, and she gasped in pain.

She didn't have the temperament to let others bully her, and she became angry instantly, "Zheng always doesn't understand me?"

"A small employee, he yelled at me with confidence!" He tugged hard, and Chu Yi slammed directly into his arms.

Surrounded by that strange breath, Chu Yi shook off his confinement forcefully, picked up the wine bottle and threw it at Zheng Ming, "I'm afraid you have some serious illness! Let me go!"

The originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The other two investors have rarely seen such a strong temper, so they kept silent.

Liu Xin stopped Chu Yi, "Yi Yi! Calm down!"

"You slut, why are you pretending to be noble? Even women in the entertainment industry have played with me. What are you!"

Zheng Ming dodged the wine bottle, but his shoulder was still hit, and he burst into anger due to the pain.

"For a fat pig like you, it makes me disgusted to see me, whoever wants to cooperate with you, get out!"

Chu Yi's words frightened the rest of the anchors so they didn't dare to make a sound. How could a small blogger dare to scold investors like that!

The word "fat pig" really stimulated Zheng Ming.

He suddenly clamped Chu Yi's wrists, pressed her against the table, and tore her skirt, "The little mouth is so hard, let's see if you still have such backbone after a while! Everyone else get out!"

Several female anchors were frightened and rushed out of the private room, and the other two investors did not intend to pay attention to such a common thing.

Only Liu Xin was furious, "Boss Zheng, calm down!"

"Go away!" Zheng Ming kicked Liu Xin to the ground.

Chu Yi struggled violently but couldn't break free.

Seeing the man's fat mouth pressed down, she stared at Zheng Ming, "You dare to touch me!"

"Oh, I like strong ones!"

Chu Yi was out of breath, and raised her leg suddenly, directly touching the man's crotch.

Heart-piercing shouts came from the private room.

Chuy got a chance to run outside.

The moment he rushed out of the door, he didn't see the road clearly, and bumped into a hard chest.

She raised her head and met familiar eyes.

"Sister? What's wrong with you?" Sheng Jinghuai held the girl's shoulder.