Mr. Morgan seemed to have read through Reyer's thoughts, and smiled and said:
“You don’t really think that they acquired your company in order to take revenge on Richfield’s small role!
If you think so, you are underestimating Fang.
This guy is no simple character. He would not raise an army in anger.
I think he may have come along for the ride. "
Looking at Reyer with question marks on his face, Morgan smiled, picked up a book at hand and said:
"Don't mind, I'm just studying "The Art of War" recently.
Do not worry! From what I know about him, he will never acquire your company for no reason!
If he really wants to take revenge on Ridgefield!
That bastard had been rotting and moldy in that corner for a long time. "
"You mean, Mr. Fang, you will continue to exploit oil, right?"
"This is just my personal guess, don't worry! In the end, I will retain 10% of the shares of this new company, and I will come forward to intercede for you."
“Thank you so much!
I wonder if Mr. Morgan can help me make an appointment with Mr. Fang. I hope to meet Mr. Fang. I have some bad news to tell him. "
Morgan heard Reyer's words and looked at him doubtfully:
"Oh? What do you mean by not-so-good news?"
"Well...I received news that someone might be trying to harm Mr. Fang!"
"Haha...you are not talking about Mr. Ridgefield looking for the gunman, are you?"
Rayer's eyes widened and he said with a scar:
"You...do you know that too?"
"Haha...you should ask who else doesn't know about this.
That idiot was blatantly screaming around looking for the shooter.
Everyone in New York City is about to know. "
"This...this...does Mr. Fang also know?"
"I just didn't bother to pay attention to him! With Richfield's IQ, his company will be acquired soon.
Anyone who is a little smart knows that this guy is going to go bankrupt and there will be no money from this business at all.
Moreover, the Chinese gangsters in New York have already targeted him.
What you should remind Ridgefield is to be careful. Maybe before he is discharged from the hospital, the Chinese gangsters will take action to kill him. "
After all, he is the son of old Richfield, so Reyer is still a little worried that Richfield will be killed.
He quickly asked:
"Why... why?"
"Why else? Fang's family and the largest Chinese gang are now cooperating to immigrate!
At this time, if someone comes out on their territory and blatantly wants to kill their partners.
What do you think they will do? "
After hearing what Morgan revealed, Reyer stood up in a panic and said:
"Ah! I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, I have to take my leave first.
This news was so shocking that I needed to go to Mr. Richfield immediately.
Hope he can stop this stupid idea immediately. "
Morgan waved his hand indifferently and said:
"I think you don't have to waste your efforts. If this stupid Mr. Ridgefield really listened to your advice, he wouldn't have let the company get to where it is today.
I heard that he hates you very much. If you remind him, it might irritate him even more. "
"But, after all, he is Mr. Richfield's son!"
After saying that, Reyer left Morgan's office without looking back.
Morgan looked at Reyer's leaving figure and suddenly thought, this guy didn't want to stimulate Richfield on purpose, right?
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London, England.
“Fang, you are now the boss of Aston Martin, can’t you buy an Aston Martin car yourself?
Why are you taking my car out for a ride? "
"Aren't you talking nonsense? I won't stay in London for a long time. Should I buy my own car and leave it here to gather dust?
Besides, in order to realize your dream, I have spent a huge sum of money to buy the entire Aston Martin. Why can’t I still take your car for a spin?
If a girl is here, do you think you have a chance to go out for a ride with me?
It's your honor, you know? "
"Okay! You're right! Then please take the girl out for a ride in the future!
I don’t want to go out for a ride with you in the middle of winter!
Did you know that the ground is frozen and accidents are easy to occur? "
"You have to trust my skills. Hey! Wait, someone has fallen down somewhere. It's such a cold day, don't freeze to death on the road. Let's go over and take a look."
"Alas! There have been a lot of things like this recently. We can't save them, so let's forget about them!"
"That's not okay. It's not my way of doing things without saving anyone. If you can save one, save one!"
After saying that, Fang Lang parked the car directly on the side of the road, came to the figure who had just fallen to the ground, and squatted down to take a look.
It turned out to be a very beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing very shabby clothes.
This look looks a bit familiar! Have you seen it somewhere?
But at this time, Fang Lang didn't think too much, and stretched out his hand to detect the girl's breath.
Fortunately, I still have energy.
Without hesitation, he bent down to pick up the girl and faced her, Reinhardt said:
"Quick, you drive, we take this girl to the hospital, she's still breathing."
"I said Fang, our car is a two-seater and can't accommodate that many people."
Seeing Reinhardt's reluctant look, Fang Lang stepped forward and kicked his car door:
"Then you go down and take a taxi to find me. I'll take this girl to the hospital for a checkup first."
Reinhardt looked at Fang Lang dumbfounded and said:
"You actually kicked me out of the car on such a cold day, you bastard!"
Facing Fang Lang's firm eyes, Reinhardt finally opened the car door helplessly and walked out.
He accidentally glanced at the girl in Fang Lang's arms.
"Hey! She's still a beauty! Why don't you drive and I'll hold her."
Looking at Reinhardt's eyes, Fang Lang still didn't understand what he meant, so he couldn't help but sigh:
"Get out, get out, go away. The other girls are not yet adults! Get out of the car quickly, I want to take him to the hospital."
Seeing that Fang Lang had put the little girl in the passenger seat, he closed the car door with a bang and walked towards the driver's seat.
Reinhardt shouted dissatisfied:
"Hey...hey...let me tell you, isn't it a bit too much for you to be so ungrateful?"
Fang Lang got into the cab without looking back and said:
"Human life is at stake. There's no such thing as being ungrateful. You bastard, why don't you take a taxi? Just follow the car and run here!"
Then he drove straight to the hospital, leaving Reinhardt alone in the wind.
Fortunately, the two of them were not really just two people going out. A security vehicle not far away quickly followed them.
Fang Lang rushed all the way to the hospital and said to the nurse at the door:
"Ms. Nurse, help find a doctor. This little girl suddenly collapsed on the road for some reason."
The nurse took one look at Fang Lang's clothes and the cars parked outside the door, then slowly stepped forward and said:
"You come with me!"
He led Fang Lang to a doctor's office.
"What kind of malnutrition? Are you fainting from hunger?"
Fang Lang was stunned by the results of the doctor's examination.
"Yes, this girl is 1.7 meters tall and only weighs 90. To be so thin, she must be malnourished!"
"Then what should we do!"
"Give him some glucose first! He'll be fine after a short rest. Make sure he eats on time when we get back."
Soon Reinhardt also walked in.
"How about it?"
Fang Lang looked up and saw it was Reinhardt who smiled and said:
"Fortunately, I'm hungry!"
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Let's talk about it when she wakes up!"
Audrey Catherine Ralston felt like she had had a long dream. When she was six years old, her father chose to run away from home because of a disagreement with her mother.
He was left with his mother to depend on each other. For the sake of his future, his mother sent him to Misliden School to study.
After graduation, I entered the Anhem Conservatory of Music in the Netherlands to study ballet. Everything was originally wonderful.
But the war broke out because there were rumors that the uncle's family was Jewish, which led to the execution of the uncle, a baron, and the confiscation of all the family's property.
He and his mother were short of food and clothing, so they often ate tulip bulbs and drank a lot of water to fill their stomachs.
Because I love ballet, I didn’t give up even if I was so poor that I had to wear the most uncomfortable wooden dance shoes.
He also raised funds for the Dutch guerrillas through ballet performances, and even used his identity as a child to pass information to the Dutch guerrillas.
Finally, the war was over. When he was seventeen years old, his mother and he took the one hundred pounds saved by frugality and went to the Mary Lambert Ballet School in England to study ballet.
But after paying the tuition fees, the mother and daughter's life became difficult again.
It's hard to find a job in London, and my mother's income is also very low. I didn't expect that today, due to long-term malnutrition, I would have to practice dance intensively at school.
On the way home, I felt dizzy and passed out on the road.
I vaguely remembered that a tall Asian man came to me and touched my nose.
After confirming that he was still alive, he picked himself up without hesitation.
A man’s embrace is so warm!
I don't know why, but lying in his arms makes me feel safe.
Not worried at all that the other party would be a bad guy, he fell asleep completely.
When I woke up again, I was indeed in the hospital. Looking at the white hospital walls, I finally woke up from the dream.
Watching the girl on the hospital bed slowly open her eyes, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. The little girl finally survived.
He stood up, stretched out his two fingers and waved them in front of the girl's eyes and said:
"Girl, can you hear me? Look at my fingers, what are they?"
The girl blinked her eyes and said weakly:
"two."
"It's okay, it's okay, I know numbers. I'm not stupid!"
Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the girl's answer.
The doctor next to him shook his head helplessly and said:
"Mr. Fang, she was just malnourished and fainted from hunger! She didn't receive a heavy blow to her head, so there will be no problem."
"Oh! Really? That's good."
It’s a bit embarrassing! In hospitals in later generations, after a comatose person regained consciousness, didn't the doctors always shine their flashlights into their eyes, then stretch out their fingers to ask what number they were?
"Then what kind of treatment is needed next?"
Fang Lang looked at the doctor.
"No treatment is needed. After returning home, she should have a good rest and take in more nutrition. However, she is a little older. I don't know if she can return to her best condition."
The doctor said helplessly to Fang Lang.
Fang Lang is a little excited now, the kind of excitement that comes from doing something good.
In my previous life, I would not have dared to help someone who had fainted on the road.
In this life, I don't have to worry at all, even if the other party blackmails me, I won't be afraid.
If you have too much money and a lawsuit could kill you, I wonder if you are afraid of it.
