Do it?

Lu Renhe held the microphone and smiled bitterly. These three words were so mysterious.

Donate less, but Fu Song is not easy to pass that level. Donate too much, and he is a little reluctant to let go. Moreover, the only thing he can do is Yuantu Investment and United Bank. United Real Estate and United Hotel need to discuss with Liu and Lao Guo.

Yes, let me ask Mr. Liu and Mr. Guo’s opinions first.

After making a call, Lu Renhe sat down directly. Liu and Guo Henian's answers were exactly the same. Yuantu Investment is the major shareholder, and he said he would donate as much as he donated.

Bah, two old foxes!

Damn it, it's so difficult to find someone to take the blame together!

"Boss, why don't you ask Mr. Han?" the secretary next to him suddenly spoke.

Lu Renhe didn't react and frowned and said, "Which Mr. Han?"

"Han Zesheng, Mr. Han."

Lu Renhe slapped his thigh, "Hurry, answer Han Zesheng's call!"

...

After hanging up the phone, Lu Renhe couldn't help but curse: "I'll take you down! A hundred million US dollars, Mr. Fu is too willing to give up?"

The secretary said in a daze: "Boss, we won't have to donate so much, right?"

Lu Renhe gave him a blank look: "What do you think? The Vision Group has donated so much, but we are four!"

The secretary was silent. He was a small secretary and really didn't know what to say about such things.

Lu Renhe leaned against the boss's chair and looked at the ceiling, and soon made a decision: "Yuantu Investment donated 50 million yuan, United Bank 30 million yuan, United Hotel and United Real Estate each had 10 million yuan. That's it, report it to Mr. Fu as soon as possible."

"I'll do it now." The secretary quickly turned around and left the office.

Lu Renhe stood up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window, and saw the entire central ring.

Opposite is the Bank of China Building, which was just opened last month. The sharp edges and corners on three sides emit a dark light under the sunlight.

His eyes swept across the Governor's Mansion in the distance and finally landed on the HSBC building diagonally opposite.

The HSBC Bank Building and the Governor's Office are brothers and brothers, and they are also threatened by a blade of the Bank of China Building. In order to ward off evil spirits, two cannons were set up on the roof of the HSBC Bank Building not long ago, with the muzzle facing the Bank of China Building.

No need to guess, this is the masterpiece of Master Li Maocai and Li.

Lu Renhe curled his lips, and then a trace of sorrow rose on his face. He sighed and said to himself: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, is it worth doing this?"

Is it worth it?

Fu Song himself didn't know it. Looking at the still-warming fax, he smiled slightly: "It's also $100 million, that bastard Lu Renhe must be cursing."

After picking up the pen and signing, fax it back again.

Not long after, Ando Kiyoko called her.

"Uncle, I've worked very hard, but two days are really not enough!"

Fu Song said in a pleading tone: "Miss Kiyoko, please help me, I know you will definitely be fine!"

"Okay, but I have a small condition."

Fu Song felt nervous: "What conditions?"

"Hehe, uncle, are you nervous?"

Fu Song said stubbornly: "Nervous? What a joke, why am I nervous? Why am I nervous?"

"Don't be nervous, I won't eat you."

Listening to Ando Kiyoko's giggle from the phone, Fu Song gritted his teeth with hatred: "Tell me quickly, what are the conditions? I warn you not to go too far!"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Uncle, I need the copyright of that English song, you can give it a price."

"That's all?" Fu Song suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "Don't you slap me in the face when talking to me? What's the relationship between us? Let's give it to you."

"real?"

"A gentleman's word is as good as hell! But you have to do my business first, otherwise, hum."

"You are waiting for my good news!"

Kiyoko Ando did not break her promise and spent two days cutting the film, and then went to Beijing with Feng Ye.

A film without a soundtrack is just a semi-finished product. When she was editing the film, she had already conceived how the camera and the soundtrack should be coordinated, so she had to keep an eye on it herself.

After seeing off Ando Kiyoko and Feng Ye, the big stone in Fu Song's heart fell halfway, and there was still one week, so time should be too late.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that the weather had changed outside, so I quickly took out Fu Shengyuan's thick clothes.

Fu Shengyuan skillfully opened his arms so that it would be convenient for me to dress him, "Dad, when will the prodigal women come back?"

"What?" Fu Song stopped the movement in his hand and glared at him, "I can only call you for the prodigal women, you can't call you."

Fu Shengyuan said: "Then I won't shout."

Fu Song felt the palm of his hand itch, and raised his arm and said, "I deserve a beating, right? I have to serve you and wear it yourself!"

Fu Shengyuan tossed for a while, but did not put his arm into his sleeve. He looked at me with a gaze, but found that I ignored him at all.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and he grinned and started crying: "I want my mom, don't my dad, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"What's wrong?" Du Juan rushed in, and saw Fu Shengyuan crying heartbrokenly, and picked it up with pain, "Do you miss your mother, right? Can we call your mother?"

"Okay! Don't want dad!" Fu Shengyuan lay on Du Juan's shoulder and demonstrated to Fu Song with tears in his eyes, "I want to tell my mother that you call her a prodigal girl."

Fu Song's mouth twitched, and his palms were almost itchy.

Du Juan said with a hilarious voice: "How can you not want your father? Be good, don't cry anymore. Can we have a meal first? Then call your mother after dinner."

The whole morning, the father and the other two ignored each other, and Fu Shengyuan saw me and took a detour.

After the sun came out, Fu Song was about to go out to read the newspaper when he suddenly felt his thighs tighten. He looked down at Fu Shengyuan and said with a stern face: "What are you doing?"

Fu Shengyuan raised his little face and said, "Go out to play."

Fu Song felt relieved. No matter how tough the little bastard is, he still begs you, "Are you still complaining to your mother?"

"I won't sue."

"Call Dad."

“….”

"Don't you call?" Fu Song turned around and left.

Fu Shengyuan hurriedly hugged his thighs: "Dad, you are the best."

Fu Song was finally satisfied, "Let's go."

The weather became colder, but it could not stop the enthusiasm of the old men and women. The park was still as lively as usual.

Everyone who sees Fu Shengyuan will stop here and pinch it and touch it there. Some of them are disrespectful, and they will even take out a handful of their crotch.

Although he had experienced it countless times, Fu Shengyuan was still blushed and hid behind Fu Song with his thighs.

Fu Song was helpless. This was the way the neighbors expressed their preferences. He didn't want to say much if he was liked.

"Do you see today's newspaper?" Feng Tianfang was wearing an old cadre hat and leaned against the tree trunk and rubbed the bark.
Chapter completed!