Fu Shijin suppressed the sadness in his heart and said in a nonchalant tone: "I was drunk last night, here in Shang Yue."
Shang Yue is one of Fu Shijin's good friends.
Fu Shijin only made two heart-to-heart friends in his life, one was An Ruan and the other was Shang Yue.
It's just that the former betrayed her, but the latter regarded her as a sister.
When Uncle He heard Fu Shijin say that she was at Shang Yue's place, he let go of his worries.
He said excitedly: "Miss, Chuxin Studio has been lifted today. I received a phone call and came to get the key. I am now in the studio. Although it is empty and there is nothing left, fortunately, this job The room is saved!"
He asked again: "Miss, have you received a call from the quality inspection building?"
Fu Shijin checked the call records and found that at eight o'clock in the morning, there were several calls from local landlines, which must have been from the quality inspection building.
She was still in bed when she heard the phone ringing, but at that time, she had no time to answer the phone.
It turned out that Lu Jindong had already informed the quality inspection building.
Fu Shijin said: "I saw a few missed calls. Maybe I was still sleeping at that time and didn't receive them."
Uncle He said: "It doesn't matter. They didn't get through to you, so they called me. It's fine now. The studio is back. Miss, you don't have to worry about it, although..."
He paused for a moment, and then continued: "Although there is only such a studio, I believe that the eldest lady, the eldest lady will be able to make a comeback with the master's faith and take back everything that originally belonged to the Fu family."
Fu Shijin lowered his eyes, and the fingers holding the phone suddenly clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his fair hand were highlighted. The other hand was also clenched tightly, as if he was restraining huge emotions.
She tried hard to suppress the sting and hatred in her heart, took a deep breath, and tried to speak in a calm tone: "Well, as long as the studio is still there, we can make a comeback. Uncle He, believe me, I will definitely make a comeback." If grandpa's studio continues to prosper, it will also take back everything that originally belonged to the Fu family."
Uncle He said: "I believe in the eldest lady."
Fu Shijin said: "Although the studio is back, there are still some procedures that need to be completed. After all, it was closed for too long before. There may have been some problems in the middle. You should check it carefully. You must not make the same mistake again this time. "
Uncle He's face darkened and he said, "I'll do it right now."
Fu Shijin thought for a while and realized that she had nothing to explain for the time being, so she was about to hang up the call.
Uncle He suddenly said: "Miss, the studio has been closed for a long time. We asked for many connections and found many people, but no one dared to help. Logically speaking, this studio has become ours." It’s such an extravagant hope, why is it suddenly lifted and returned to us? Is there something fishy in this? Do we really want to use this studio again?”
Uncle He was worried that his joy was in vain, and the studio he returned to was just an abyss of hell, with the purpose of completely burying the only bloodline of the Fu family, which was Fu Shijin.
Fu Shijin wrapped her nightgown tightly, walked to the balcony, stretched out her hand to open the curtains, and looked at the silver-covered world outside. Her eyes rose, and then she looked at the half-blue but not blue sky, and said slowly: "Uncle He Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with the studio. It’s probably because grandpa has a spirit in heaven to bless it.”
Uncle He never believed in ghosts and gods, but when it came to Mr. Fu Zhongping, Uncle He actually believed it.
There was sadness in his eyes, probably thinking of his master. He felt sad and hung up the phone without saying anything.
