Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

The end of the year is approaching, and everyone is busy, rushing to finish the work at hand and have a holiday.

The street is also full of joy.

In the courtyard of the two elderly people of the Fu family, all kinds of bright Chinese New Year plants are piled up inside.

But amid all the festivities, there was no smile on Fu Shiqing's face. The storms of the Fu family were all under the table, and it was never a big deal to get on the stage.

Jiang Wenyu glanced at the things in the old man's hand, and sighed, "I can't hold my breath anymore, this is preventing me from having a good New Year."

"Call and ask Jing Ting to come over." Fu Shiqing pondered for a while, but finally gave instructions.

Jiang Wenyu glanced at him, didn't say anything, just brought him a cigarette, "Do you want one?"

"It's not that I'm not allowed to smoke." Fu Shiqing glanced at his wife, and still reached out to take it.

It was already dark when Fu Jingting arrived.

He walked in, but saw a person driving away. He couldn't see the license plate number clearly in the darkness, but he thought the car looked familiar.

Entering the door, Jiang Wenyu asked him, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Fu Jingting glanced at the person sitting at the tea table and walked over, "Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

"sit down."

Fu Shiqing raised his jaw and pointed to the opposite side.

Fu Jingting sat down, sitting on the old elm tea stool in an orderly manner, with his back straight, and he looked like a man.

The old man directly pushed him a document.

Fu Jingting picked it up and saw that it was an internal letter from Fu's shareholder meeting.

There was a major flaw in the European project, and the project plan was withdrawn. Fu's initial investment in this project was huge, but because of this mistake, it was almost in vain.

Fu Jingting's jaw line was tightened. After he quickly browsed the content, his forehead was twitching.

He completed the approval himself, and Duan Heng was still watching the scene. He was sure that there would be no problems with every transaction.

Also, the feedback on the project plan has not yet reached him, so where did the mistake come from?
Fu Jingting looked at the place where the signature was signed, his fingers tightened and almost penetrated the back of the paper.

The date of inscription was not written, but shareholders with more than half of the voting rights have signed.

What does this represent? !

The documents are drawn up in advance. Even if there is no problem with this project, it will create problems, and follow the path planned by some people.

"Do you understand?" Fu Shiqing asked him.

Fu Jingting nodded, "Understood."

"You think you are right, all the validation and decision-making will be fine. But, as far as I know, you left Europe and returned to your country before the project meeting was over."

Fu Shiqing poured the tea, and Fu Jingting hurriedly handed over the cup.

The old man looked up at him, "Isn't it?"

Fu Jingting frowned, and answered after a while, "Yes."

"Why did you come back?" Fu Shiqing put down the teacup suddenly, "For a woman, is it worth it?"

"Grandpa, I..."

"Did I say that if you help her, the Fu family will take action, and the prosperous age will have no way out?" Fu Shiqing didn't give him a chance to speak, and asked again.

Fu Jingting could only nod, "Yes."

"I'm talking about your face. If you don't listen to me, you'll have to bear it when you get to where you are today." Fu Shiqing stared at him, getting older, the atmosphere became tense, and he was panting.

"You have been living in the Fu family for so many years as your uncle? You are arrogant at a young age. If you don't take it seriously, you will suffer a lot."

Fu Jingting lowered his eyebrows, but he did not refute.

In the internal struggles of the group, sometimes one step away will lead to others taking the lead.It was he who gave the other party a loophole to take advantage of. He had expected it from the moment he booked the ticket, but he didn't expect it so soon.

Someone can't wait to give him a little color.

The phone rang suddenly, and Fu Jingting glanced at the phone number, his eyes shrank, and he was about to get up when the old man stopped him.

"Sit down and pick it up right here."

Fu Jingting had no choice but to answer the phone face-to-face, and turned on the speakerphone. An anxious voice came from the opposite side, "Miss Xu's car had a problem, and she drove west from Qishan Road. It was too sudden, and we were thrown off."

With a buzzing sound in his head, Fu Jingting moved his fingers holding the phone, "She has a signal on her phone."

"The phone was found, but it was thrown away." The person on the other end of the phone scolded, "Damn it doesn't feel like a wave of people. They changed hands in the middle. It's a fucking mess, otherwise I wouldn't have followed the wrong person. "

Fu Jingting grabbed the phone and was about to go out when a middle-aged man suddenly appeared outside the door.

The veins on the man's forehead were about to burst, and the hostility in his eyes couldn't be stopped, he turned his head abruptly, "Grandpa, do you think he can stop me?"

"Then you're welcome, beat this kid to the ground." Fu Shiqing patted the table and ordered, coughing in anger.

"Beating, beating, what beating, and breaking a leg?! Forget about putting all the descendants of your Fu family in wheelchairs!" Jiang Wenyu finally couldn't see it, "Old Chen, you go with him."

Fu Jingting paused, and walked out.

The person who was called Lao Chen followed immediately.

Fu Jingting's whole face turned cold, he picked up the phone and ordered with a gloomy face, "Since Ye Wenhan dares to make such an idea, then I will return it as it is."

The person on the other end of the phone asked a few more questions carefully, and when he understood, he just responded, "Look, brother, if this matter doesn't go well, I won't see you in my life."

Fu Jingting opened the car door, and Lao Chen stood in front of him, "Master, I'll drive."

Their eyes met, Fu Jingting suddenly let go and handed him the key.

The baseball cap on the man's head was pressed down, and he drove.

……

After Xu Qingcheng got into the car after socializing, he was tired and exhausted. He finally recovered a little bit, and now his stomach hurts badly.

"I'll pass by the pharmacy later, buy me a box of stomach medicine." Maybe I drank too much tonight.

Xu Qingcheng leaned back on the back of the car seat, closed her eyes, pressed her stomach with one hand, her breath was full of the smell of alcohol.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you are drunk, you can fall asleep at night without sleeping pills.

The driver got out of the car, did not turn off the engine, and turned on the car's air conditioner to keep the temperature suitable.

Xu Qingcheng closed his eyes tiredly and waited. After a while, someone got into the car.

"Buy it? So soon?"

She opened her eyes, her mouth and nose were suddenly covered, her hand was so strong that she couldn't get rid of it, she only swept a black baseball cap, she grabbed his arm with her fingers, her breathing was short, and the pungent smell of medicine permeated her. in the body.

I do not know how long it has been.

Consciousness gradually gathered, the surroundings were very quiet, eyes were covered by black cloth, unable to see anything, and mouth was also sealed.

Her heart was beating extremely fast, and every nerve in her head was tense. She tried her best to tell herself not to panic, but to calm down, and only when she calmed down could she think of a solution.

The wrists and ankles were bound, folded back, and tied with ropes between the hands and feet.

The place where she lay was like a bed, with a mattress, and it was soft under her palms.

Xu Qingcheng didn't dare to move, she pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside.

There were other people in the room, and she could hear the chair move as she stood up, and opened the door.

"Not yet awake."

Then came the sound of footsteps going out, and then the door was closed again.

Someone came over, and the sound of footsteps seemed to knock on her heart.

Every inch of Xu Qingcheng's nerves tensed up.

How long has it been now?

If the driver finds a problem, he should call the police.

Kidnap?What exactly do they want?