Chapter 201 Withdrawal Crisis

Fu Jing turned around and glared at Yang Jian. "When is it your turn to deal with Chen Qing and me?"

"Chen Qing is my partner, and it's not convenient for her right now. Fu can't be so anxious. Just put her down first."

I was so angry that I pounded Fu Jing's hand. "Let go of me. I'm working now. Please don't take up my time."

Fu Jing's eyes gleamed with cold light. "Say it again!"

"I said let go!" I met his gaze, neither humble nor haughty.

In front of Yang Jian, I especially wanted to be proud. He had known me from the beginning from Fu Jing's woman. I wanted to change his perception. If I bowed to Fu Jing, it would prove that I was relying on Fu Jing's little woman. I didn't want his impression.

Without a word, Fu Jing picked me up and carried me out.

"You rascal, let go of me, you pervert! Stinky man..." I was so angry that my face turned red and everything came out.

But he ignored me and strode out.

Suddenly, he stopped. I looked back and saw yang jian holding Fu Jing.

"Do you know the consequences of stopping me?" Fu Jing's voice was full of threats.

My mind suddenly became clear. I shook my head at Yang Jian. "Mr. Yang, don't worry about us."

"Chen Qing, she doesn't want to go with you. You're so immoral and illegal. If she does, I won't care what you do, but don't you see how upset she is?" Yang Jian's face was as determined as I had never seen it before.

Fu Jing gave Yang Jian a shove and I opened my mouth and bit him on the shoulder.

"Let go!" I bit him on the shoulder.

At that moment, there was a trace of doubt in Fu Jing's eyes as well as a five percent chill.

He put me down and I pushed him away and rushed to Yang Jian. "Mr. Yang, how are you?"

He held his waist and looked pained. Just like that, he waved his hand and said he was fine.

"Chen Qing." Fu Jing called me.

I gave him a cold look. "You go. I don't want to see you now."

"That's what you said. Don't regret it." He left without saying a word, with his angry eyes.

I helped Yang Jian up. "Mr. Yang, let me take you to the hospital."

"No, I can just lean back on the sofa for a while. You can get my active oil. I need to rub it."

I followed his instructions and gave him the oil he usually used. He poured it into his hands and rubbed it on his waist, but he couldn't reach it. I sighed and took the bottle of oil.

"I'll do it."

"This smells bad. I'm afraid you young people won't be able to stand it."

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "My mother used to have a bad back. I used to put painkillers on her when I was a child. I've been used to this smell for a long time."

I poured the oil into my palm and rubbed it open a little bit where his back hurt. After it was absorbed, I rubbed it twice.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked.

He waved his hand, pulled down his clothes and stuffed them into his pants. "It's much better now. I can't deny my age. There used to be someone who bumped around. I never cared about it. Now that I've fallen down like this, I can't even hang up my old face."

"A man of forty is in his prime, not old." I smiled. "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry. I'm the one who got you into trouble."

"Don't say that. You're a good girl. I like you a lot." He looked at me and my smile froze.

What kind of liking is this?

Maybe he was older than me and had a different habit of using words. I thought so, and the smile returned to the corner of my mouth.

Within two days, the company was in a financial crisis. We had found a fund to solve the company's temporary problems. The source of the funds was Fu Jing, but he suddenly withdrew the funds. The capital chain was not connected, and the company suddenly fell into a crisis.

As soon as I heard the news, I knew it was my fault. If I hadn't angered Fu Jing, he wouldn't have done this.

"Chen Qing, what are you doing?" Yang Jian stopped me.

"I'm going to talk to Fu Jing. How old are you? Can you do business on your own?" I'm furious now.

Yang Jian pushed me back into the chair. "He's rich and powerful. He has the qualifications and the ability to be willful. We, as the investors, can only tolerate it."

"But..." I wanted to say something else. Seeing his solemn expression, I swallowed it back.

This feeling of holding back his temper and saying things against his heart was really uncomfortable.

Yang Jian called a meeting of the top management of the company and proposed two solutions. One was to ask fu jing to inject funds into our company, and the other was to find new investors.

When the first solution was proposed, everyone looked at me as if my unusual relationship with Fu Jing had become an open secret.

"I'll think of another way to find a new investor. All right, the meeting is over." Yang jian said.

He took the pressure that was supposed to belong to me and made me feel both grateful and guilty. I already owed him for the merger and now I'm in trouble with Fu Jing for me. I really...

I brought a cup of tea to Yang Jian. The moment he saw me, he put away his worry and said, "Sit down."

"Mr. Yang, maybe I can talk to Mr. Fu. There's still some hope."

"Don't force yourself. You have to fight for this. You can't do nothing for money. Some things are lost. You may never get them back in your life. Do you understand what I mean?"

I understand what Yang Jian means. My face is red because of his words, but I don't think he's making fun of me. I think he's protecting me.

I took a deep breath. "I'll try and see if I can find a new investor."

"Go ahead, where there is a will, there is a way. Don't be discouraged. There are many storms in life. This little crisis is nothing." He gave me an encouraging smile.

That smile did give me a brief sense of encouragement, but it didn't last.

I really don't have a bottom line, and I can't find investors. Wu Ying's alimony is still on my head, and money is now my biggest problem. If I can't solve the company's problems and can't find investments, then I can't even keep my voice.

I really can't take this kind of pressure. I'm so tired.

After work at night, I went to the bar alone to drink, and the indulgence here made me forget my troubles for a while.

I sat on the bar, drinking from cup to cup, unscrupulous, regardless of the consequences.

Before I came, I had already told erd that I was coming to drink and that she would pick me up in two hours. I was familiar with my drinking capacity and two hours was enough for me to drown my sorrows.

Who knows? I'm not awake. She's not here yet.

I called her, she said, and I looked at the door. She was being pestered by a bunch of gangsters, and I picked up a bottle...