Seeing Zhang Yingfei's twitchy expression, Fujino glanced at him for a few seconds, said nothing, and started drinking glass after glass of wine.
This atmosphere was weird and embarrassing. Zhang Yingfei swallowed his saliva and hesitated: "Mr. Fujino, we are not outsiders, I might as well say it straight. It's not that I don't want to give you the list of all customers and suppliers, but I don't have the list in my hand." Not all of them. And I can responsibly say that not only me, but also Zhang Yingfang doesn’t have it. But she may have a customer list of 70-80, but the big customers may only have 20-30.”
Fujino put down his wine glass and stared into Zhang Yingfei's eyes, as if he wanted to confirm whether he was telling the truth or a lie.
Zhang Yingfei was so shocked by his stare that he picked up the wine glass, raised his neck, and drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp. The concentration of sake was actually not high, but he drank it too quickly and couldn't help coughing violently. The face and neck looked as if they had been brushed with a layer of red sauce, bright red.
"Mr. Zhang," Fujino really didn't believe it, "your excuse is not very clever."
"Brilliant?" Zhang Yingfei sighed and knocked the wine glass on the table.
Fujino looked at Zhang Yingfei calmly, waiting for his explanation.
"It was the fifth year of my family's development in Japan. It seems that in Hokkaido or Hiroshima, my sister was robbed by a scammer of all the company's customer lists, which directly led to the collapse of sales in the next three years. Since then, my family has It started to move to Southeast Asia and Europe. Since then, my dad has made a rule that no one can have the list of all the company’s customers in the future.”
"Isn't what you are talking about impossible?" Fujino said, "Don't your father believe in Zhang Yingfang? I don't believe that Zhang Yingfang has been an e-mailer for so long and he doesn't have a list of all his clients. I don't believe it at all."
"This is not a question of whether you believe it or not. This is reality, and it is also my father's last resort to prevent accidents from happening again." Zhang Yingfei picked up the last tempura on the plate, "As for how I did it, I won't go into detail. I said it, but this is indeed the case in our family, and I can’t help you if you don’t believe it.”
"Then the only person in your family who has the full list is your father?" Fujino looked sinister, "Do we have to go through him to get it?"
Zhang Yingfei nodded as an answer.
There was another dull moment.
Zhang Yingfei glanced at the black water ghost on his wrist and prepared to leave: "Mr. Fujino, I will..."
Fujino picked up a two-finger-wide braised shrimp with an expressionless expression: "Your father is not young anymore. Does he often eat shrimp?"
"He drank too much and ate seafood when he was young. He has a history of gout, so he doesn't usually eat seafood." Zhang Yingfei didn't know why the other party suddenly asked this. He was confused when Fujino continued: "That's a shame. In our Japanese cuisine In, shrimp represents longevity. So we believe that people who don’t like to eat shrimp will have a hard time living for a long time.”
Zhang Yingfei was stunned: "Teng, Mr. Fujino, are you threatening me?"
"Wish your father a long life for me!" A strange smile flashed across Fujino's face.
Lu Wei's paper was not written smoothly at the beginning, and he was still unsatisfied after several revisions. After she ran to the laundry room on the basement floor of the dormitory to wash a basin of dirty clothes, she saw her cell phone buzzing on the desk as soon as she entered the room.
It seemed that the other party was calling from a mobile phone. Lu Wei had never saved this number, so it was probably someone he didn't know, but the numbers looked familiar. After hesitating for two seconds, Lu Wei answered the call anyway, just in case it was an intermediary calling. Yes, it might be a new job opportunity. She is now in urgent need of various long-term and short-term jobs to earn money.
"Hell?" Lu Wei asked.
The other person didn't say a word. Lu Wei looked at his phone suspiciously. It did show that the call was connected. Could it be that his phone had a one-way call again?
"Hell?" Lu Wei asked again. Still no one spoke, but he could hear the sound of exhalation from the other side.
Neuropathy. Lu Wei cursed in her heart. She didn't understand the psychology of people who made prank calls.
Just when she was about to hang up the phone, the person on the other side suddenly spoke with resentment in her tone: "I should have thought that Yu Jianghai would not pay."
Lu Wei's heart skipped a beat and he almost dropped his phone.
She recognized that it was Fang Ruier's voice.
"You..." Lu Wei asked hesitantly, "Are you feeling better?"
Although the other party blackmailed her first, Lu Wei was really frightened when he saw Yu Jianghai pushing her into the lake like that last night.
If she, a bystander, was so frightened, how much more frightened was the person involved? Lu Wei simply couldn't imagine what would happen if there were any further side effects.
Lu Wei was filled with complex emotions of contempt and sympathy for Fang Riel. After some consideration, she could only say a dry and symbolic word of condolence.
"Hmph, do you care about me?" Fang Ruier sneered, "I know it was Yu Jianghai who pushed me down last night."
Lu Wei didn't speak, just listened quietly. She felt that nothing she said was appropriate: If she said she knew, it seemed that she had become an accomplice, but she really didn't know anything in advance. He said he didn't know, but he took the initiative to invite the other party to the cruise ship.
For some reason, Lu Wei felt both lucky and guilty that Fang Ruier didn't call the police yesterday.
"I..." Lu Wei really didn't know what to say. He held it in for a while before murmuring, "He asked me to bring you money. I really don't know anything else about it."
"Tell Yu Jianghai that I have deleted the post so that he can rest assured."
When she heard that the other party deleted the post, Lu Wei suddenly breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief. Just as she was about to comfort the other party, she heard Fang Ruier continue to say: "My matter with Yu Jianghai is over, but our matter is not over."
"What's going on between us?" Lu Wei's heart started pounding again, and she asked in confusion, "I don't even know you, what's going to happen between us?"
"Not long after I met you for the first time, you were beaten in college and pushed down the hillside. The second time I met you, you were pushed into the lake." Fang Ruier sneered, "We are fine, how can you be so right? me?"
"What does that have to do with me?" Lu Wei said guiltily, "I'm not the one who hit you or pushed you."
"Come to the window." Fang Ruier said suddenly.
Lu Wei moved to the window doubtfully and looked out carefully: "What are you doing?"
"Look toward the station."
Lu Wei looked towards the station and saw Fang Ruier with purple hair standing in the station waving to her.
Lu Wei was just astonished when he heard Fang Ruier's vicious voice on the phone: "There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, and it's all because of you that I'm like this. I've already set my sights on you, so be careful."
Lu Wei didn't expect that the other party would come to scare him, and he couldn't help but became angry: "Are you sick?"
"Haha, by the way, when washing clothes, be careful to put the correct detergent. Don't put the wrong one, otherwise the clothes will be damaged." Fang Ruier said lightly.
Lu Wei was startled, and after two seconds he realized what he was doing and went straight to the laundry room downstairs.
When she stood in front of the washing machine, she realized that the color of her dark clothes had begun to fade. She picked up an empty bleach bag that had been opened and used from the floor in front of the washing machine. There was still some residual blue liquid in the bag, and it looked like it had just been opened not long ago.
Lu Wei stared blankly at the fading clothes rotating regularly in the drum, and the bleach packaging bag slowly fell from her hands.
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