bestfiction Chapter 169 As long as I can get into Sister An Ying's department, that's fine.
Chapter 169 As long as I can get into Sister An Ying's department, that's fine.
Fu Yushi squinted and swiped casually on the tablet.
These words don't go into my head.
He simply exited the document page, closed the tablet, and tossed it aside.
Fu Haidong found it strange: "Such a long document, how did you finish reading it so quickly?"
Fu Yushi immediately put on a pained expression.
"Dad, I just escaped the torment of my graduation thesis, then took a long flight, I'm so tired, and you still want me to read this long and tedious stuff..."
Fu Haidong frowned.
What did he describe the company's internal documents as? Long and tedious.
Fu Haidong was furious.
When Fu Chengli was the same age as Fu Yushi, he had already started his own successful business abroad and even managed to get Grandpa Fu to be his backer, which propelled him to the position of president.
The pampered youngest son in front of me is so immature.
One minute he's racing cars, the next he's in a band, and then he's trying to get Fu Yixin to help him get an acting role.
They are both sons born to them, so why is there such a big difference between them?
Fu Haidong gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch the back of his son's neck.
But since he was his most beloved youngest son, Fu Haidong didn't hit him too hard.
Fu Yushi screamed in pain.
"Dad, please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain, ouch ouch ouch!"
Fu Haidong let go, saying with exasperation, "If only you had half the ambition of your brother!"
Fu Yushi straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by Fu Haidong, and said, "My brother? Fu Chengli is always traveling around too, why are you blaming me?"
Fu Haidong snorted coldly: "Fu Chengli can play games and achieve results. He's so successful that people in the Beicheng business circle respect him. Even if he just plays cards casually, he can still generate investment projects."
"What have you managed to create? A band? Racing? And look at yourself, what a hideous yellow hair you've dyed! It's awful! Dye it back before you go to work!"
Fu Yushi raised his hand and stroked his golden hair.
"This is popular aesthetic, you don't understand."
Fu Haidong raised his hand as if to hit someone again, and Fu Yushi immediately backed down, covering his head with his hands.
"Dyeing, dyeing, dyeing my hair black is nothing. I'll dress up like my brother, is that okay?"
Fu Hai then withdrew his hand, muttering, "Finally, he said something sensible."
Fu Yushi said sullenly, "Aren't you going to give me any rest time at all? I have to start work soon?"
Fu Haidong: "Isn't this all your brother's doing? I need people at the group headquarters, so you fill in for me."
Fu Yushi didn't understand what his father meant by "the good thing your brother did," and gave a confused "oh."
He rolled down the car window and looked out.
The chilly air of the northern city instantly sobered him up.
Red lanterns for the Chinese New Year were hung on the streetlights along the roadside.
Fu Yushi was studying at a university abroad. Four years have passed, and he hasn't returned for so long. The appearance of Beicheng has changed a lot.
The black, extended Lincoln slowly drove into the iron gate of the Fu family's old mansion and finally stopped at the gate.
Fu Yushi pushed open the car door, skipped inside, and quickly walked to the restaurant.
Gao Lu and the nannies were busy in the kitchen.
Seeing her son return, she smiled and pulled him up and down to look him over.
Fu Yushi looked around and asked in confusion, "Sister An Ying isn't here?"
Everyone at the table was taken aback.
Fu Haidong: "Why are you bringing up outsiders when the Fu family is eating? Do those people surnamed An deserve to sit at the same table with us? It's just that the old man is being merciful."
Gao Lu chimed in, "Yes, we can start eating once the old man arrives."
After a while, the sound of a cane tapping the ground could be heard from a distance in the restaurant.
With Fu Chengli's help, Old Master Fu slowly walked into the restaurant, with Butler Zhao following behind.
The old man had poor eyesight and was whispering something to Fu Chengli beside him when he caught a glimpse of a head of blond hair out of the corner of his eye.
The old man was stunned for a moment. Before he could think, Fu Yushi stepped forward and hugged the old man's shoulder.
"Grandpa! I'm back!"
Upon seeing his grandson, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, he immediately beamed with joy.
"You little rascal, you finally decided to come back. What kind of hair did you dye? It scared me."
Fu Yushi smiled broadly, then looked at Fu Chengli and said shyly, "Brother."
Fu Chengli nodded, helped the old man sit down, and then walked straight back to his own seat.
Gao Lu looked somewhat embarrassed.
Before this, she had learned through various channels that Fu Chengli had been away on business trips recently and had specially arranged for his son to come back today.
The purpose was to be able to talk to the old man about Fu Yushi's entry into the Fu family business today without being disturbed.
In Gao Lu's eyes, Fu Chengli was nothing more than a tool to clear obstacles for her son to obtain the title of heir.
Unfortunately, Fu Chengli suddenly returned.
Did he install surveillance cameras in this house?
Gao Lu has endured so much hardship in the Fu family for so many years, always living in Yin Mei's shadow.
The old man preferred his former daughter-in-law, and all the servants in the Fu family also preferred the former chairman's wife.
Although it was a bit excessive for her to cause trouble while heavily pregnant at the time, she later instigated Fu Haidong and Yin Mei to have a major divorce battle.
The whole nation is buzzing about the high-society divorce, making headlines everywhere.
More than 20 years have passed; this matter is long gone.
After her divorce, Yin Mei went abroad and made a name for herself overseas.
In terms of being Fu Haidong's wife, she has already lost to Yin Mei.
How could she possibly be willing to let her son lose to Fu Chengli again and become an ordinary laborer in the Fu family?
Her son will be on the board of directors in the future, right? Surely a larger share of the Fu family's assets should go to Fu Yushi?
Fu Yushi is too playful and doesn't plan for his future.
As a mother, she should always consider her son's feelings.
Her good days will only begin when Fu Yushi takes over and becomes the heir to the Fu family.
Gao Lu smiled and said, "Chengli, why didn't you tell your family you were coming back? I would have asked the housekeepers to prepare more dishes."
Fu Chengli said coldly, "Ms. Gao is too kind. It's just a matter of adding an extra pair of chopsticks. There's no need to go to such trouble."
Fu Mingyi took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and smoothed things over, saying, "Chengli, how's the progress of that energy project lately? Although this project has been handed over to An Weiping, your fourth uncle isn't as experienced as you. You still need to help him out where he can't handle it. Otherwise, if things go wrong, it will be a disgrace to the Fu family."
Fu Chengli's slender fingers caressed the rim of the teacup in his hand, a thought surfacing in his mind: trouble? The more chaotic, the better.
He smiled faintly and said, "Third Uncle, I know."
Fu Mingyi continued, "Your younger brother will be joining Fu's Group in a few days. Unlike you, who has been a president for so many years, he doesn't have much experience. You can mentor him. As a newcomer, he needs time to grow."
Grandpa Fu watched this scene with satisfaction, then turned to look at Fu Haidong.
"Haidong, when will you learn to be as perceptive as Lao San and talk to your son properly?"
Fu Haidong looked displeased, but dared not say a word, only glaring at Fu Mingyi.
This third brother is usually a quiet, cowardly guy, but you can always see his presence when it matters.
When Fu Chengli looked at Fu Yu, he adopted a serious, businesslike expression and asked, "Do you have a preferred department or position?"
Fu Yushi was engrossed in playing a game when he heard his brother talking to him, which brought him back to his senses.
"I have no other requirements, I just want to be able to work in Sister An Ying's department."
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow.
This answer was truly unexpected.