Fu Chen called me as soon as he came back from his inspection in Africa, his voice was tired and panicked. After eight years of marriage, I believe he is just temporarily confused. Half a year later, at the company's anniversary celebration, An Qi burst into the banquet hall holding two babies with different skin colors, claiming that the children were Fu Chen's. Fu Chen's face was ashen, but for the so-called "international influence" and "business cooperation", he pushed me in front of the flashlight and whispered. "Wei Wei, the overall situation is important and we can't offend her." "Her family is very powerful and is crucial to our development of the Nanyang market." I didn't reply, so he got impatient and stood up and patted the table. "Without me making money all these years, can you be the CEO's wife? You want money or face, it's your choice." I happily called the big customer who was going to raise 2 billion for the company: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I'm going to resign. Why don't you put the financing money into the account of my new company."
