Chapter 8
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The new apartment was not as luxurious as the Landscape Villa.
However, the decoration was exquisite and the daily necessities were all available.
Gu Weiwei cleaned the room, unpacked the luggage and went to take a shower immediately.
She removed the mature and old-fashioned makeup and put on a simple T-shirt and jeans.
Mu Weiwei, who was eighteen years old, was at the age when her face was full of collagen.
Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, her eyebrows were exquisite and pretty and her lips were as pink as cherry blossoms. She looked so pure and beautiful.
She had such a beautiful face but she had listened to Meng Ruya's suggestion and made herself look like an old-fashioned hostess in a nightclub.
What was wrong with Mu Weiwei's brain?
After a day's rest at the new home, she couldn't help but straighten her wavy hair and buy some daily clothes and daily necessities.
She had just returned to the apartment after shopping when Old Madam Fu called and asked her to ask Ming Zongyuan, whom she had met the other day, for help.
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At the headquarters of Fu's Enterprise.
Fu Shiqin drove Mr. and Mrs. Wilson back to the hotel and got very annoyed when he returned to the company.
"Why are they so difficult to deal with? We have already made the biggest concession, what more do they want?"
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson arrived at Hua the day before but the meeting had been going on for two days and the cooperation had not been finalized.
It was a business worth tens of billions and it was also related to the expansion of Fu's Enterprise in S Land.
If it failed, the loss would be too great.
"Mr. Ming, is it still not working out?" Fu Hancheng frowned deeply.
Mrs. Wilson had asked about Priam's painting the day before and it seemed that this was the key.
Fu Shiqin sighed anxiously and said straightforwardly.
"That old man is so stubborn, I almost knelt down and called him Grandpa but he just wouldn't agree to give up a painting."
It was just a painting, what was so good about it that everyone wanted to see it?
Fu Hancheng pinched his eyebrows. "Get some good tea, I will go there tomorrow."
Fu's Enterprise had been preparing for this cooperation with Wilson's Enterprise for a long time and nothing must go wrong.
"I think, even if you call him dad, he won't give it to us." Fu Shiqin curled his lips.
Just when the two of them were worried sick, Meng Ruya came to the 19th floor with a haggard face carrying her bag.
"President Fu, Mr. Ming has been persuaded."
"Really?" Fu Shiqin stood up excitedly.
Meng Ruya nodded with a smile. "Mr. Ming agreed to give us one of Priam's paintings and invited Mr. and Mrs. Wilson to his mansion to see his private collection."
Fu Hancheng nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon. You can go back and rest."
Perhaps it was because Meng Ruya had spent so much time with Elder Ming that her makeup was a bit haggard, and dark circles had appeared under her eyes.
"I'll accompany her tomorrow. You men talk business. Mrs. Wilson needs a girl to keep her company."
Fu Hancheng pondered for a moment and said.
"Go back and rest today. I'll trouble you again tomorrow."
Meng Ruya smiled and left the president's office.
Fu Shiqin touched his chin and mumbled curiously, "How did she manage to persuade that old man?
"How on earth did she manage to convince that old man? He clearly refused to agree no matter how much we explained to him."
In the past two days, he had also gone to the Ming family a few times. His mouth was sore from all the talking. That old man Ming Zongyuan would not answer no matter what he said and would only hand over a painting.
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