The second time through the book, the big villain actually relied on bankruptcy to wash his name

Chapter 223 Qiu Shen
Lu Yan watched with cold eyes. To put it bluntly, these people are all the same.

Xiao Li is, old lady Feng is, An Yuan is, and so is Sun Le.

The old lady Feng called as soon as she finished paying, her face darkened, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a bad premonition.

After she answered the phone, her complexion changed drastically, and her whole body seemed to be unsteady. After answering a few simple words to the phone, she pulled An Yuan out of the store.

Lu Yan had a panoramic view of everything.

It seems that the news her father gave her is not bad. At this time, there is no one who can call Mrs. Feng except her son.

When leaving, Mrs. Feng almost forgot to take the things she bought, but it was Lu Yan who "kindly" reminded her not to forget to take things.

After dealing with Mrs. Feng's matter, she didn't bother to care about irrelevant people.

"Manager Sun, the person belongs to your store. Since there is a problem, it is up to you to deal with it, so we will not intervene."

Lu Yan's move can be regarded as selling a favor to give him a step down.

Seeing Fu Siyi's gloomy face, Sun Le shivered in fright. Lu Yan's words were like a life-saving straw. He gave Lu Yan a grateful look.

"Okay, thank you, Miss." Sun Le nodded and looked at Lu Yan's eyes as if he was looking at his reborn parents. He almost knelt down and kowtowed to her. He looked at Xiao Li with a cold face: "From today onwards you are Fired."

Xiao Li didn't dare to speak, because she knew that this was the lightest result.

What she was even more afraid of was that this seemingly noble and cold man in front of her would make a move...

But what she didn't know was that even if Fu Siyi didn't make a move, there were a large number of people who would do it for him to please him.

Her "good days" are yet to come...

After dealing with the troublesome matter, Lu Yan took Fu Siyi to the first floor to eat delicious food.

Beicheng, an abandoned factory in the suburbs.

The remote place here is almost forgotten by people, far away from the bustling city center, it looks extraordinarily deserted and quiet, and ruined walls can be seen almost everywhere outside the factory.

This place has been deserted for decades, with weeds growing everywhere, and it is difficult to find the place alone. The dilapidated fence and moss-covered bricks and tiles indicate that no one has been here for many years.

The outside of a warehouse in the center looks barely noticeable, with several pieces of wall peeling off and dead leaves everywhere, but it is much stronger than the surrounding area.

But as long as you enter the warehouse, you will find that there is something hidden inside.

Different from the desolate and dilapidated outside, the interior is extremely luxurious and spacious and bright. The huge crystal chandelier shines brightly under the sunlight outside the window. The floor-to-ceiling windows face the rear of the factory without attracting attention. Expensive teacups and high-quality leather sofas are covered with a thick velvet blanket, which looks soft and warm.

The man on the sofa leaned his head up and lightly on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested his mind. The edges and corners are sharp, the jaw line is exquisite and the outline is clear and obvious, the facial features are correct, the sword eyebrows, the phoenix eyes, and the hooked nose look tough and masculine.

The phone vibrated, and the man slowly opened his eyes, those dark brown pupils were like amber.

The bodyguard behind the man quickly stepped forward to pick up the phone and put it on. The phone was amplified, and a young male voice came from inside.

"President Qiu."

"How is things going?" The man raised the goblet on the table and shook it lightly. The red wine in the glass was as scarlet as blood.

The figure of a man is reflected on the wall of the cup, evil and domineering.

"It's been dealt with, and nothing will go wrong." The man told the truth.

Qiu Shen took a sip of the red wine, the mellow aroma permeated between his tongue and teeth, he squinted his eyes.

　Treat you to snacks at the end of the month, invite a few more if you make money, and invite one a month if you don’t make money. Anyway, I’m confused, and few people read it. Let’s just treat it as a circle of friends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)