Fu Sili looked coldly at the third seat on the left. The man had Mediterranean hair. Fu Sili remembered him as the elder who accompanied Fu Zhengye to build the Fu family business.
Hearing what the man said, he just sneered disdainfully and said, "Mr. Zhao, you heard that right, it's a shutdown."
"Shut down? Why? Who gave you the power?" The man who was called Mr. Zhao suddenly said in surprise.
It's going to be shut down. At his age, which company still wants him?
Fu Sili knew very well what Mr. Zhao was thinking, but he had no intention of getting entangled with these people.
Fu Sili stretched out his hand, and Chen Ruihui, who was standing behind him, handed him a black leather document.
"Snapped--"
Black papers were thrown on the table.
Fu Sili's cold expression did not change, and he simply said: "Look, Fu Zhengye signed it personally and voluntarily transferred 65% of Fu's shares to me. I am now Fu's largest shareholder. How about Fu? I It’s up to you.”
Personally signed, voluntary, transferred.
When Fu's executives heard this, they hurriedly picked up the black documents and began to look at them.
When they saw the familiar but somewhat distorted handwriting on the last page of the [Equity Transfer Agreement], someone wondered: "Is Mr. Fu really voluntary?"
"Director Fu?" Fu Sili looked at a fat executive with big ears, opened his thin lips and said calmly: "Director Zhang, does your Director Fu mean Fu Zhengye?"
By the time he finished speaking, the document had been passed around and finally landed in Fu Sichen's hands.
She closed the document in her hand and gently placed it in front of Fu Sili: "Director Fu, I have no objection."
"Vice President Chen, what are you doing? Fu Sili hasn't answered Manager Zhang's question yet. You're so anxious to admit it. Is there something fishy going on?"
The whole Haicheng knew that Fu Sili and Mr. Fu had a bad relationship. Mr. Fu appointed Fu Mo as the heir to the Fu family some time ago, but the handwriting on the document is crooked. Fu Sili said that Mr. Fu signed it voluntarily, which is not very convincing no matter how you look at it.
The speaker was a man next to the fat-headed, big-eared supervisor.
Fu Sili glanced at the man intently. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected a cold light under the light of the conference room.
The man felt uncomfortable being stared at. Just as he was about to bluff again, Fu Sili suddenly sneered: "Director Chen, I didn't hear what you just said."
He paused, then stretched out his hand. Chen Ruihui took out his military dagger expressionlessly.
He even unsheathed the sword thoughtfully.
Fu Sili took it, looked at the man with a faint smile and said, "Come on, say it again."
"..."
As soon as these words came out, the conference room fell silent.
The supervisor surnamed Chen was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He had no doubt that if he really had the guts to say it again, the knife in Fu Sili's hand would pierce his body the next moment.
I had long heard that Fu Sili was ruthless and unprincipled in his actions. Only when I saw him today did I realize that the rumors were not false at all.
Fu Sili looked at them and said sarcastically: "A bunch of cowards dare to question me. They don't know what to say."
After saying that, he stretched his hand behind him, and Chen Ruihui took the dagger respectfully.
"Chen Ruihui, if we continue to inform you, all the businesses of the Fu Group will be suspended. We should pay compensation. If we can't afford it, we will directly file for bankruptcy."
Fu Sili led Ye Xiaonuo to stand up: "Besides, if you can afford the compensation, then just find a few pitfalls and put the money in, so that you lose everything."
"In a word - I want Fu to finish playing without any money."
"yes."
The conference room door was opened and closed.
Fu Sili's words before leaving echoed in the ears of every senior executive of the Fu family for a long time.
After ten minutes of silence, another door opened.
The sound was like Pandora's box, breaking the long silence in the conference room.
"Is this the end of the Fu family?"
"What? Director Fu has already spoken, how can it be false?"
"This is really too sudden. After all, the Fu family is the richest man in Haicheng, but it ended up in such a mess?"
"Oh, forget it, let's find a new home quickly. There are old people and young people."
.......
Fu's executives have different opinions, but they still cannot change the reality of Fu's decline.
When Mr. Fu, who was imprisoned by Fu Sili in the suburbs, heard the news from his servants, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
When he woke up, he was lying flat on the bed and wanted to get out of bed to find Fu Sili, but he couldn't move at all.
Not only that, Mr. Fu opened his mouth to call someone, but he could only make a sound of ahh.
After the doctor came, he looked at his motionless body, then looked at his crooked mouth and squinting eyes, and concluded that he drooled when he opened his mouth -
Mr. Fu had a stroke.
From now on, he can only lie in bed like this for the rest of his life.
When Mr. Fu heard this conclusion, he became even more excited.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah......."
He has been strong all his life, but he can't accept the fact that he can't take care of himself now and is drooling.
This is simply worse than killing him!
Therefore, when Fu Sili, who was in the F Group office, heard the news, he raised a smile and said lightly: "Watch it, don't let Fu Zhengye die, my good grandfather will live a long life. ..."
Chen Ruihui took the order and walked out. As soon as he opened the office door, he was faced with an angry face.
Song Lekai pushed Chen Ruihui away and strode into the office.
He walked all the way to the desk and slapped his hands on the desk: "Third brother, have you considered Sister Si Chen when you do this?"
