Chapter 371： Don't bully honest people 04┃The grumpy Feng Ming

"Ming, I understand." Out of the instinct of survival, Wu Qiqi subconsciously gave in.

Zhuang Li nodded in satisfaction, and then took two steps back, but he did not take back the fascinating aura.

Hearing his adoptive father's tough speech, Wu Zirui stuck his head out of the kitchen and asked curiously, "Dad, what's your bottom line?"

"My bottom line?" Zhuang Li thought for a moment, then said slowly: "If your mother suddenly told me that you are not my son, I might take all means to retaliate against you. This is my bottom line. I will not Forgive your mother unless she dies."

Wu Qiqi's face suddenly turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost.

She had never seen such Zhuang Li before. At the same time, she also gradually realized that her husband may have two faces, one honest and honest, the other paranoid and cruel.

Wu Zirui, who had lived two lifetimes, almost showed a horrified expression. But he quickly calmed down and smiled disapprovingly: "Dad, you are so funny!"

His experience is far less than Wu Qiqi, so he can't look at people, otherwise he would not marry a woman like Shu Bi in his last life.

In his eyes, Zhuang Li was nothing but a good-for-nothing old man. What if he stepped on his bottom line? What revenge can he take? At most, he got drunk and then pointed at the sky and cursed a few words. After sobering up, he might even call his mother, crying and begging her to come back to him.

Would Wu Zirui be afraid of such a person?

He walked out of the kitchen with a water glass in his hand, and commanded as a matter of course: "I'm hungry, Dad, hurry up and cook."

"I'm hungry and I order takeout, I have something to do." Zhuang Li gave Wu Qiqi a deep look, then put on black-rimmed glasses, returned to his room, and locked the door.

After he left, Wu Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief and asked worriedly, "Did he know something? Otherwise, why would he suddenly say that you are not his son?"

"Impossible." Wu Zirui seemed to remember something, and hurriedly urged: "Mom, take out your diary, I'm going to burn it outside."

"Why did you burn my diary?" Wu Qiqi was pushed into the bedroom by her son.

"Zhuang Li is unemployed and stays at home alone every day. You are not afraid of him reading your diary. If he knows that I am not his own, the old house will not be available."

"Zhuang Li will never find my diary." Wu Qiqi walked into the bathroom, opened the ceiling, and took out a diary from the ventilation duct.

Wu Zirui was dumbfounded.

Mom hid the diary so well, no wonder ShuVi was the only one in the family who found it. That woman picked up **** when she was a child, and liked to turn over these hidden corners.

"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case. You are not allowed to write a diary in the future!" Wu Zirui grabbed the diary and stuffed it into his backpack.

"Are you going out again?" Wu Qiqi followed him to the entrance.

"I'll be back after burning the diary."

"Is it true that Zhang Hu can't have children?" Wu Qiqi lowered her voice to confirm again.

"It's true. He was stabbed several times by a woman a few years ago, and both vas deferens were broken. I'm his only child." Speaking of this, Wu Zirui showed a proud look.

When he was in a vegetative state and lay on the hospital bed, Wu Zirui could actually hear the voices of the people around him, so he knew everything he should know. That ShuVi woman once explained the process of how to calculate him in front of him, and she almost didn't make him angry.

In this life, he must kill Zhu Bi and inherit everything from the Zhang family. He can be reborn after death, so it can be seen that even God is helping him.

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Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui have been going in and out together for the past two days, busy and mysterious.

Without deliberately investigating, Zhuang Li can also guess that they must be planning to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.

A few days later, the news of Zhang Hu and Gao Shengqing returning to China suddenly appeared in the newspaper. In order to treat their injuries, the mother and son made the decision to immigrate to the M country. After all, the medical technology is the most developed there. Maybe they can find a way to connect the broken vas deferens.

It's a pity that the money was spent and the time wasted, and Zhang Hu's injury was still not healed.

Seeing this news, Wu Qiqi couldn't hold back and laughed out loud on the spot. She knew that her son's plan had succeeded!

Zhuang Li came out of the room and gave her a deep look.

She hurriedly locked the screen of her mobile phone and asked with pretense of concern, "Husband, where are you going?"

"I'm going for an interview."

Zhuang Li hurried to Yilan's office building, bought an expensive suit on the way, and went to the optical shop to retrieve his custom-made gold wire glasses and contact lenses.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Li, dressed in new clothes, sat leisurely across from the three interviewers, with a pair of slender legs folded lazily.

He is wearing a dark brown suit, the close-fitting cut outlines a slender and flexible figure, the curly hair is very natural and casual, with elegant gold-wire glasses, he looks like a gentleman, and his temperament is very gentle and quiet.

The three interviewers rarely saw such outstanding-looking people in reality, so they threw questions one after another:

"Mr. Zhuang, we are recruiting administrative assistants, but you worked in accounting before. Will you be unable to get into work quickly?"

"No, I'm also good at administrative assistant work."

"What exactly are you good at?"

"All good at it."

"Mr. Zhuang, you are too general, please give one-"

The interviewer's words were interrupted by the vibrating buzzing sound. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, his face suddenly turned pale.

The interviewers sitting on the left and right of him also saw the name jumping on the screen, and then showed sympathy.

The King Yama has come, so hurry up! A female interviewer lip-synched.

The male interviewer made up his mind, and then he answered the phone with trepidation. Before saying hello, a question came from there: "Manager Zhou, it is said that the new cleaner is your relative? You used your authority to open the back door for your relative, and you were fired. !"

"Mr. Feng, which cleaner is my relative? Who did you listen to?" Manager Zhou hurriedly went outside to answer the phone.

Feng is always a straight talker, he never jokes about getting fired.

Manager Zhou was so anxious that his head was covered in cold sweat, and while asking about the situation, he got on the elevator to the top floor. He remembered that he had indeed arranged for a relative to come to the company, not as a cleaner, but as a clerk.

If that relative was in trouble, he would never get out of the relationship.

In anxiety, Manager Zhou did not notice that Zhuang Li stepped into the elevator behind him.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Feng Ming's roar sounded deafeningly: "Did I say that the things on my desk are not allowed to be moved by anyone? Did you? Why did you throw away my documents as garbage? You Are your **** brains flooded? Can documents be thrown around?"

A choking female voice said extremely aggrieved: "But that document was messed up and looked really like garbage. I didn't throw it away, I just didn't know where to put it. I saw that your desk was very I just want to help you clean up, I didn't mean to."

"Then I have to thank you? Are you **** illiterate? Is it **** and you can't take a look? Don't tell me who is your relative. Today I not only want you to get out, but also your relatives. Go away! Damn it! I haven't seen a fool like you in a long time!"

The roar of the president was mixed with monstrous anger, making Manager Zhou, who came in a hurry, completely afraid to approach.

He could tell that the woman in the office who was crying so badly was his wife's cousin.

"Te Assistant Sun, what happened?" Manager Zhou asked in fear.

"It's a big disaster!" Sun Tesuke hurriedly grabbed him and said quickly, "Your sister is too eager to express herself. We told her several times that she should not touch Mr. Feng's things casually, but she went in to deliver the documents. When I saw that Mr. Feng was not there, I sorted out the documents on his desk and threw away the product information sent by the raw material supplier in France.

"It took a long time for Xiao Li to translate the document. The data and information are very complicated. When she throws it away, Xiao Li is doing it for nothing. The problem is that the raw material supplier in France will open to Mr. Feng in half an hour. Video conference, without this product information, we don’t know how to negotiate.”

Manager Zhou held his forehead and asked weakly, "Is it too late to translate another copy? Xiao Li has done it once, should he still remember?"

"There are hundreds of raw materials this time, and the prices, quality, and origin are all different. Who can remember! Xiao Li's head almost exploded when he translated it. After handing in the documents this morning, he asked for leave, saying that he was supportive. No more. We called him, he turned off, and he was probably sleeping. He worked overtime last night until three or four in the morning to get the information. Your sister is really killing people!"

Sun Tesuke shook his head, showing dissatisfaction.

Manager Zhou was ashamed and ashamed, but he was even more afraid to enter the office.

At this moment, Zhuang Li, who was standing behind him, said calmly, "It's a coincidence, I know French, I should be able to solve this matter."

Manager Zhou turned his head and looked at him in amazement: "Why did you keep up?"

Sun Tesuke thought he was a new assistant, shook his head and said, "It's too late, can you translate dozens of pages of product information within half an hour?"

"I can, please show me the original document." Zhuang Li stretched out his hand with a calm and indifferent tone.

Seeing that he was so calm, Sun Te assistant subconsciously took out the original document from the drawer.

The dense French and numbers make it a headache to read. This document not only needs to be translated, but also needs to be calculated, analyzed, and listed the floating prices of the most important categories to provide a data basis for the president's negotiation.

It's a huge amount of work.

There are several translation companies that can speak French, but only Xiao Li is the one who can analyze data. He is still on leave.

"You're new here, right? If you're not competent enough, I suggest that you don't make such a fuss." Special assistant Sun reminded kindly.

"No way, Manager Zhou recruited me to solve similar troubles. It's my job." Zhuang Li walked over to the president's office while flipping through the documents, and took the coffee just brewed by a female assistant.

Manager Zhou followed behind him tremblingly, without revealing that he was just a candidate.

It's already good that someone is willing to come out and take care of things, and it's too late for Manager Zhou to thank him.

The roars in the office were deafening, occasionally mixed with women's crying, making the entire floor depressed. It seems that Feng Ming is also a tyrant in this life.