roccoschili Chapter 127 Make a fortune by seeing the coffin【40】
Chapter 127 Make a fortune by seeing the coffin【40】
'Fu Jin' stood up and walked to the window. He wanted to smoke at this moment, but he knew that he could not reveal any details now, especially the detail of smoking. Fu Jin rarely smoked during his lifetime, and even the cigarettes he smoked were Fu Lu is quite different. Fu Lu likes cigarettes with a stronger flavor, while Fu Jin likes cigarettes with a fresher flavor.
'Fu Jin' looked at the scenery outside the window and thought to himself: Mi Hua has been with Fu Jin for so long and must know Fu Jin's habits very well. He must send Mi Hua out.
"Boss, why are you calling me?"
'Fu Jin' put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned his back to Mi Hua. He deliberately imitated Fu Jin's voice and said to Mi Hua: "Recently, the overseas branch has encountered a difficult problem. You can go on a business trip for a few months and help me deal with the problem." The company’s problems will come back to China.”
"But boss, didn't you ask me to work on the company's latest projects first?"
"I don't feel comfortable letting anyone else go."
Mi Hua didn't think much and agreed directly, "Okay, boss, when do you want me to leave?"
"It's best to leave today and start dealing with branch matters tomorrow. You know I like efficiency."
"Okay, then I will divide the projects on hand later and book a flight for today."
"Ah."
……
In the apartment, the sun was already shining brightly, and An Ting was still sleeping in bed.
He frowned, as if he had dreamed of something terrible. Suddenly, he woke up and sat up from the bed.
He carefully recalled the dream he had just had. In the dream, Fu Jin was lying in a coffin. He had long black hair that reached his ankles. Fu Jin's eyes were closed tightly, and he put his hands on his abdomen, as if "Sleeping" peacefully.
"How could I dream such a strange dream? Isn't Fu Jin alive and well? Why should I dream about his death?"
Just as An Ting finished muttering, his cell phone beside the bed suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Fu Jin. He immediately answered the phone with a smile, "Hey, Fu Jin, good morning."
"Well, morning, well."
"By the way Fu Jin, do you know what kind of dream I had just now?"
"What dream?"
"I dreamed that you were lying in a coffin. People say that seeing the coffin makes you rich. Does this mean that I might have to pick up money today?"
"Indeed, Fu Lu came to me before. He said that he would transfer his shares to you. I will send someone to pick you up later. If you sign the document, the shares will be yours."
An Ting was stunned, "Fu Lu's shares? Why did he give it to me?"
"He came to me before and said that he really likes you and he wants to transfer his shares to you to let you know that he is sincere to you."
"No, I can't accept his things. He died trying to save me. I feel guilty enough. I don't want to accept his things."
When 'Fu Jin' heard what An Ting said, he immediately growled angrily: "If he gives it to you, you can continue. What's wrong with accepting it? Even if you don't like him and others are dead, you must at least accept his wishes." Come on? Otherwise it would be disrespectful to the deceased."
An Ting was silent for a while. He was very confused by Fu Jin's words. Fu Jin clearly had such strong opinions on Fu Lu, so why did he start to speak for Fu Lu now?
"Fu Jin, don't you hate Fu Lu? Don't you want him to have anything to do with me? What are you doing now?"
"I hate him, and I don't want you to have anything to do with that dead man, but this share..."
'Fu Jin' thought for a long time before he came up with a reason. He said: "These shares are so valuable. If you own these shares, you and your family will be more secure. Besides, these shares are not much, so you can just take them." Come on."