When Fu Jingzhou came out, his phone vibrated again.
The man looked tired, and the dark circles under his eyes were very noticeable.
Chief Assistant Lin is arranging a hotel and a meal that's hard to decide whether to serve as breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
Upon hearing the ringtone, Fu Jingzhou asked, "Who's calling?"
The personal assistant quickly replied, "No remarks."
She walked over in a few steps and handed the phone to the man.
He initially thought it was a call from someone unimportant, but after the man answered, his expression suddenly turned serious, though he didn't know what the other person said.
His lips were pursed, and his gaze swept over his personal assistant with a measured intensity.
The personal assistant suddenly had a bad feeling; her heart was racing, and she felt she must have done something wrong.
She underestimated the importance of that phone call, or perhaps the person in it, in the young CEO's heart.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I..."
She hurriedly tried to apologize, Fu Jingzhou waved his hand and went into his office.
The personal assistant panicked and subconsciously looked at Lin Shen.
Lin Shen waved his hand helplessly and said, "Look, there's no use in me. I already said in the group chat that the young mistress's information is very important."
"I..." The personal assistant pursed her lips, wanting to explain something, but ultimately gave up, unable to do so.
Lin Shen saw through her thoughts. "You just think I'm wrong; the president isn't someone who can be swayed by emotions."
As the chief assistant among Fu Jingzhou's dozen or so assistants, Lin Shen's treatment and salary were significantly different from those of ordinary assistants.
Therefore, there are many people who want to see him fall from power, and naturally some people are unwilling to submit to him or listen to him.
Lin Shen calmly adjusted his buttons, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "Choose one of these overseas branches yourself."
The personal assistant's face turned pale instantly.
In ancient times, those who served the emperor naturally enjoyed the best treatment and had a tangible future. Once they left the palace, there was no way back.
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Fu Jingzhou can't go back right now; even if he takes a plane now, it will take more than ten hours.
Of all the people in the country, Shen Xingli and Shangguan Feng, two extremely unreliable individuals, were crossed out without a second thought, and Qin Feng wasn't much better.
After much deliberation, he finally called Jiang Qingye.
It was 3:30 pm in China at that time.
Jiang Qingye answered the phone after it vibrated several times.
"Hello?"
He uttered a single, simple word, his tone slightly rising, as if he were somewhat shocked that Fu Jingzhou would make this call.
Fu Jingzhou cut to the chase. "I have something to tell you."
Jiang Qingye chuckled, "What's wrong? Finally can't stand that little brat anymore?"
Fu Jingzhou frowned slightly and flatly denied it, saying, "No, we have a very good relationship."
Jiang Qingye fell silent, then suddenly felt a soreness in his teeth. He gritted his teeth, about to say something.
Fu Jingzhou had already interrupted him.
" Nannan had an accident last night and is still in the police station today. I've used my connections to get him released. He's insecure and a bit timid, so you should go and pick him up and take him home."
Jiang Qingye laughed mockingly, "I'm his older brother, we came from the same womb, of course I know him better than you."
After saying that, Fu Jingzhou neither confirmed nor denied it, and hung up the phone directly.
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Jiang Nan was released the following afternoon.
He was still a little confused, looking at the old policeman's kind smile.
"Can I really go now?"
"That's fine," the veteran policeman said decisively.
The moment Jiang Nan got her phone, she almost burst into tears.
A person can live without studying, without working, but how can they live without a mobile phone?
771 burst into tears.
[Wow, this is my phone!!]
Get lost.
Jiang Nan looked disgusted and stuffed the Little Black Ball into her pants pocket.
After leaving the police station, he first called Song Zhusheng.
Song Zhusheng couldn't continue filming these past two days, so he had to ask for leave. Fortunately, he had always been very diligent and was the first to arrive on set every day, so the director was very lenient with him and generously granted him leave.
For the past two days, Song Zhusheng has been in his hotel room, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
So when he received Jiang Nan's call, he was a little shocked. "You're out?"
"Hmm." Jiang Nan squatted down at the police station entrance, his baseball cap obscuring his distinctive pink hair and most of his face. His squatting posture resembled that of a street thug. His tone was deep as he said, "I've completed the mission assigned by the organization and am out safely, so you can come pick me up now."
On her way to Song Zhusheng, Jiang Nan made another phone call to someone.
He thought he wouldn't get through, but after the phone rang a few times, it was suddenly answered.
Jiang Nan was a little surprised, biting her lip, unsure of what to say.
Fu Jingzhou remained silent; for a moment, only the two of them breathing quietly filled the phone.
To be precise, it might not have been very peaceful.
Jiang Nan's legs were almost numb from squatting. He broke the silent standoff first, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance.
"I'm in jail."
Fu Jingzhou said, "I know."
Jiang Nan gave an "Oh," lowered her head, and reached out to pluck the grass on the ground. "You don't care about me at all. You didn't even ask why I'm in jail, or how I've been doing these past day and night. Do you think I'm unimportant?"
"Important, extremely important."
The man's voice was a little hoarse, "I'm currently on a business trip abroad, but I'll be back soon."
Jiang Nan was taken aback. "You're abroad?"
"Mmm." The man's voice was very soft.
Jiang Nan tugged at the grass several more times.
The grass was growing perfectly fine, but he had to wreak havoc, pulling it up by the roots, and then muttered, "Fine, I forgive you then. But you should finish your work before you come back."
When Song Zhusheng arrived, Jiang Nan was completely numb.
It felt like tens of thousands of ants were crawling inside his calves, and he raised his head with a contorted expression.
The greeting Song Zhusheng was about to utter turned into, "Are you constipated?"
"You're the one who's constipated!" Jiang Nan glared at him. "My digestive system is absolutely amazing."
"Then why do you have that expression?"
"My legs just went numb," Jiang Nan said irritably. "Help me up quickly."
Jiang Nan got into the car and realized that it was the same car Lu Ren had rented.
The Brother Bald was wearing huge, super trendy sunglasses today. When I turned around to greet him, we even bumped fists.
"Good afternoon, Brother Nannan! You look even more handsome than before."
In fact, Jiang Nan had been squatting for less than a day, from 3 a. m. to 3 p. m., which is a total of twelve hours.
For someone who goes to sleep at a normal time at night, it's only been half a day since they last saw them.
Jiang Nan clicked her tongue, " Brother Bald, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm not in jail, but just got back from studying abroad."