About half an hour later, Fu Yuaner saw a car driving out of the garden.

Cheng Zitong should have left.

When she came to grandpa's study, she saw grandpa leaning on the chair and closing his eyes to rest, with a look of tiredness on his face.

She walked to the water table in the study and made a cup of ginseng tea for grandpa.

Hearing the movement, Grandpa Fu opened his eyes.

"The butler did his own thing to let him in. I have already scolded him." Grandpa Fu's tone was sorry.

"It doesn't matter," Fu Yuaner shook her head, "I'm divorced, can't we meet each other?"

Grandpa Fu sighed softly: "I asked you to marry him, but I didn't expect it to be like this... Yuan'er, is Grandpa wrong?"

Fu Yuan'er did not want to mention the past.

"Grandpa, do you have any business dealings with Cheng Zi?" she asked.

Grandpa Fu nodded, "There are too many projects I have worked on before, and it is impossible to clean it up."

Fu Yuan'er understands the principle of moving the whole body.

However, she thought of one thing. The newspaper she was in was acquired before, and Cheng Zitong was in it.

Grandpa Fu nodded, "I've heard about this, but I don't know the specifics. You have to ask your newspaper leader."

Grandpa Fu knew what she was thinking, "Yuan'er, doing business is more than talking about feelings. If you don't have it, you can have nothing. You want to get rid of the relationship with Cheng Zi and want him to withdraw from the newspaper. These ideas are natural..."

However, "Have you ever thought about what the divestment means to the newspaper? The situation of the newspaper is unstable, and the employees of the whole newspaper are affected."

And the reason why he has business dealings with Cheng Zi, isn't it because under the business, there are actually many employees who rely on work for salaries.

"Grandpa, I understand, I won't act rashly." She nodded to Grandpa.

What she wanted was to find out about the situation with the relevant leaders of the newspaper. If Cheng Zitong does not account for a lot of funds, she can find a way to eat his shares.

"Mr. Cheng?" The newspaper leader was taken aback after listening to her. "Mr. Cheng is now a wholly-owned newspaper."

"Wholly owned?" Fu Yuan'er was also stunned.

"Not 100%," the leader shook his head, "It's 71%, you know, our newspaper can't be bought by all."

Fu Yuan'er:...

Seventy-one percent is no different from wholly-owned holdings, because the remaining 29% cannot be acquired by private companies.

"When is this?" she asked.

"It's early, three months ago," the leader replied.

Three months ago!

At that time Cheng Zitong had not divorced her yet, but she had never heard him mention it!

This Cheng Zitong, what on earth want to do!

"Thank you, leader, I'm going out first..."

Fu Yuan'er wanted to leave, but was stopped by the leader again, "By the way, did the editor-in-chief tell you, the new regulations of the newspaper?"

"What's the rule?"

"The headline content of each edition, the department head must personally report the content to Mr. Cheng." The leader said.

Fu Yuan'er is the director of the social edition, so she must personally report the headline content of the social edition to Mr. Cheng.

Fu Yuaner was stunned on the spot.

"Any question, Reporter Fu?" the leader asked.

"No...no problem..."

No problem, blame it.

Cheng Zi is also a businessman. He has never been a newspaper or a reporter. Why should I report the content to him?

What professional advice can he give?

"There is no way," a colleague advised her. "People are the boss, and of course the boss has the final say."

"But don't worry," the colleague continued, "other months

The department heads all report on time, and Mr. Cheng never embarrass people. "

"They are all happy," said another colleague. "It is not everyone's opportunity to be able to contact the big boss. If you are valued by the big boss and transferred to an important position in the company, wouldn't the salary be higher than in the newspaper? "

Fu Yuan'er frowned, so it seemed that everyone had no objection to this regulation, and even liked it a little bit.

If she puts forward an objection, it will attract everyone's attention instead.

Then, she will treat him as an ordinary boss and report to him.

Hey, although she has done a lot of psychological construction, she still feels a little uncomfortable when she really comes out of Cheng Zitong's company.

Don't want to go in.

He wanted to go in again, but he rushed in and scolded him and asked him to cancel this boring rule.

After all, she couldn't let it go.

"Madam!" Suddenly heard a familiar voice.

She turned her head to see, Cheng Zitong’s secretary greeted him in surprise, "Mrs., you haven't been here for a long time!"

Fu Yuan'er squeezed out a smile, "I'm not Mrs. Cheng anymore."

She doesn't believe that the secretary doesn't follow the news.

The secretary was stunned for a while, and then reacted, a little embarrassed involuntarily.

But when I saw Fu Yuan'er just now, she was so surprised that she had forgotten the divorce.

"Too...Miss Fu, looking at my memory, I am afraid I have entered menopause early." The secretary laughed at himself, breaking the embarrassing atmosphere.

Fu Yuan'er smiled slightly.

"Too...Miss Fu, are you here to see Mr. Cheng?" The secretary warmly took her arm, while pressing down the elevator.

Fu Yuan'er nodded, and said with some worry: "Just ask you to help me make an appointment with Mr. Cheng."

"No appointment, no appointment, just go upstairs." The secretary dragged her into the elevator, "have you forgotten, Mr. Cheng said that you are not allowed to stop you when you come to the company."

Fu Yuaner's heart ached, yes, he used to say so.

But now think about it, what kind of mood does he have to say this kind of thing?

Will he be proud? Seeing Fu Yuan'er was stupid, I was moved by just a few words.

"Don't say that anymore," she reminded the secretary, "that's all the same thing."

The secretary smiled embarrassedly, "I...I forgot again."

Fu Yuan'er followed the secretary to the outside of Cheng Zitong's office. Before she could speak, she heard a roar from the office.

"Cheng Zitong!" Someone yelled his name, "You do this without regard to the interests of shareholders. Sooner or later the company will be destroyed in your hands!"

"Sooner or later, it's an empty shell now!" someone shouted again.

The secretary was stunned, but instead of pulling Fu Yuan'er away, she deliberately said loudly, "Miss Fu, Mr. Cheng should be in the office."

She did this as if she was deliberately reminding the people inside.

After her voice fell, the office suddenly became quiet.

In this quiet, there is a weirdness...

Immediately after the office door was opened, several cold-faced people walked out one after another, leaving one by one.

Fu Yuan'er felt even more weird. Is the power of "Miss Fu" so powerful that they can suppress their temper and leave without a word.

The secretary smirked at her: "They are just like that. They come to find Cheng Zong's trouble every few times and show their sense of existence."

"Cheng is inside, you can go in." The secretary pushed her inside.

Fu Yuan'er took a deep breath, grabbed the tablet computer in her hand, and walked inside.

Cheng Zitong sat on the office chair with no expression on his face.

As the secretary said, those people are separated from each other

He was used to finding trouble five times.

But she just wanted to stimulate him, "The Cheng company's affairs are so busy, and the content creation of the XianQing Newspaper Office."

Cheng Zitong raised his eyebrows amusedly: "Do you have an opinion on my boss?"

"I dare not, but the former boss of the newspaper, I never had the opportunity to meet." The implication is that the former boss is not so busy.

Cheng Zitong nodded slightly: "So the newspaper was about to close down before."

Fu Yuan'er:...

She had nowhere to send it in her stomach, and clicked the tablet "bang", "Cheng, listen carefully, I will start to report." She said gruffly.

She speaks quickly, it takes twenty minutes to say something clearly, and she finishes it in ten minutes.

Cheng Zitong frowned: "Reporter Fu, you said too fast, I didn't hear anything clearly."

"I've been talking for so long before you said you didn't catch it clearly," Fu Yuan'er disapproved. "You go to a restaurant to eat, and only say that the vegetables are salty after you finish. Do you think the vegetables are salty or do you want to eat Bawang meal?

"Reporter Fu doesn't want to say it again?" he asked.

"Cheng always has some things that I don't understand, and I can explain it to you in detail." She said, "I can accept that the boss is not smart, but I don't accept the boss's ears."

In short, he is either unsmart or hard of ears, he chooses himself.

A smile appeared in Cheng Zitong's eyes. This was the Fu Yuan'er he knew, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.

"Two minutes and fifty-two seconds, three minutes and seven seconds, seven minutes and two seconds..." He said several time periods, "I don't quite understand what you said at these time points."

"Two minutes and fifty-two seconds?" Fu Yuan'er didn't understand.

Shouldn't he put up sentences that he doesn't understand?

Cheng Zitong looked at her seriously: "You just reported a total of ten minutes plus eleven seconds. Do I use the time point to ask any questions? Or reporter Fu, you don't remember what you said?"

Fu Yuan'er:...

Does he treat her as editing software, and can count the seconds!

But when he said this, she couldn't find a reason to refute it!

"Cheng Zitong, are you trying to embarrass me?" She became angry.

Cheng Zi also disagrees: "Who was the first to criticize people when they came in?"

Fu Yuan'er:...

She really wanted to hit him in the head with a tablet.

She was angry.