Chapter 8 (2/2)

”That old man is just like the smelly stone. I almost didn't kneel down and call him Grandpa. I wouldn't agree to give up a picture.”

It's just a picture. I really don't know what's good-looking. They all want to see it.

Fu Hanzheng pinched his eyebrows and said, ”I'm going to order some tea tomorrow.”

The plan of cooperation with Wilson group has also been prepared by Fu Group for a long time. There must be no problem.

”I don't think he will give it to us even if you call for his father.” Fu Shiqin curled his mouth.

Just as they were so worried, Meng Ruya went to the 19th floor with her face a little haggard and said happily.

”President Fu, he has already talked about Minglao.”

”Really?” Fu Shiqin stood up excitedly.

Meng Ruya smiled and nodded, ”Minglao promised to sell a painting of Pulian, and invited the Wilson couple to his house to see his private collection.”

Fu Hanzheng nodded. ”Tomorrow afternoon, you can go back to have a rest.”

About because it has been consumed in the old side of the Ming Dynasty, Meng Ruya's makeup is a little haggard, and the black circles are out.

”I'll stay with you tomorrow. You guys are in business. Mrs. Wilson has to have a girl to talk with.”

Fu Hanzheng thought a little and said.

”Go back to rest today, and work hard for another day tomorrow.”

Meng Ruya smiled happily and left the president's office.

Fu Shiqin touched his chin and muttered curiously.

”How on earth did she talk about the old man? It's clear that the old man wouldn't agree with us.”

He also went to the Ming family several times in the past two days, and his mouth skin was worn. The old man of Ming Zongyuan said that he would not sell a painting.

Ruya deserves to be the manager of the public relations department. All the people who are so difficult to handle have been dealt with.