Shenghua, presidential suite.

Fu Qiu, Ji Nuan, and Liu Yun are having dinner.

Liu Yun put one of her legs in black stockings on Fu Qiu's thigh, and Fu Qiu's left hand was always placed under the table.

Ji Nuan put her hands on his waist, her eyes seemed to be full of charm, and blew into his ears.

"Say what you say, sir."

He picked up Ji Nuan and sat on his lap.

"Ji Nuan, I'm afraid I won't be able to take good care of your sister when she comes all the way. Even if I don't like it, why do you mention it?"

Ji Nuan saw that the girl from last night had run away from home and traveled thousands of miles to look for her sister. Her brother-in-law said, and she couldn't help but smile: "Didn't she take care of her? She even took care of her in bed, and she said she didn't take care of her."

Liu Yun said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. It's like sleeping in the same bed when we were young. It seems like we are sisters."

Fu Qiu laughed: "That's right. You two sisters have a deep love for each other, and that's how it should be."

"The bed at home must be big enough, otherwise I wouldn't know how my father-in-law said I had wronged his two daughters."

As soon as these words came out, both Liu Yun and Ji Nuan were surprised by this man's shamelessness.

A few people joked a few more words, and Fu Qiu coughed twice: "Okay, we have some entertainment today, so I'll leave first."

"Little sister, remember to cancel the afternoon meeting later."

Liu Yun smiled sweetly: "Okay, brother-in-law."

"What about me?" Ji Nuan asked.

Fu Qiu glanced at her and said with a smile: "Your sister has come all the way. Why don't you, the elder sister, take her for a stroll? My husband will reimburse you for today's expenses."

"Thanks husband!"

"Thank you, brother-in-law!"

…

Hongyun Building.

Seven or eight men gathered together. They were all mechanical bosses and Fu Qiu's partners in the past two years.

There is competition and cooperation with each other.

"Boss Fu is doing such a big business. It is said that he has even opened up channels in Switzerland."

Fu Qiu waved his hand modestly: "Where? Where? Everyone is appreciating it."

"Mr. Liu's laser welding guns are also famous overseas. It is said that they have reached first-class standards. We just need to replace a batch of welding guns, and we will have to worry about it then."

The smile on Mr. Liu's face grew wider and wider, and he raised a glass of wine: "Thank you, Boss Fu, for taking care of the business."

Fu Qiu raised the wine glass, declined, and let him lower the glass.

Both of them drank a glass of wine in one go.

Looking at the wine glass hanging upside down in the air, Mr. Liu praised: "Thank you, Boss Fu!"

Fu Qiu smiled: "We have worked together for many years, so it goes without saying that we have a good friendship."

Not long after, several people exchanged glasses, the atmosphere became more harmonious, and several more business deals were concluded at the dinner table.

Boss Hai Tianlin, who initiated the banquet, suddenly spoke: "Have you heard about Zhao's incident?"

Fu Qiu understood that the Zhao Group, that is, the group owned by Zhao Taigong's family, had its chairman imprisoned, and its main real estate business was squeezed by other real estate developers, basically losing its share. The rest of its companies were also declining.

.

Boss Shengrong Zhang smiled: "What? Mr. Lin wants to enter real estate?"

Boss Lin laughed at himself: "The real estate has been taken over by which companies, how can we stand a chance? I mean the industrial land left by the Zhao family in the south of the city. I have too little appetite to swallow it. Do you have any thoughts?"

After several people heard this, they all had an idea. The industrial land over there happened to be close to their factory area. It would be good to take it, whether it is for expansion or other purposes.

Fu Qiu also thought about it. Now that his business is growing, he needs to expand the factory area.

"Huh? Why didn't Lao Lin come? I remember that his factory is the closest to that land."

Mr. Liu smiled: "You don't know yet, but he is currently in a lawsuit. His daughter reportedly killed his bride with a car. It's really a mess."

…

In the evening, eight or nine o'clock.

An electric donkey parked in front of the barbecue stall.

"Boss Fu, after all, your treat should be at Hongyun Tower, and the roadside stall is enough?" Sun Dasheng teased.

Fu Qiu smiled: "I dare to invite you. Do you dare to go, Director Sun?"

The two got to know each other because Fu Qiu caught a thief. After the shootout, he took the initiative to contact Sun Dasheng and guided him in some actions against the Zhao family. He also played a role in promoting Mr. Zhao to be imprisoned.

After going back and forth, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and Qiu Peng was also recommended by Sun Dasheng.

Sun Dasheng smiled helplessly: "Then I really don't dare to go. After finally getting promoted, I just have a meal and lose my hat. It's not worth it."

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"It's nothing. I was just having dinner with others today and suddenly heard the news about the Zhao Group. Didn't this remind me of you, a great hero?"

Sun Dasheng waved his hand: "Who am I to be considered a hero? The higher-ups have already planned it, but there are some clues, and I almost messed it up."

The two ate skewers, drank wine, and chatted for a long time.

Fu Qiucai entered the topic: "I heard that the Zhao family has a batch of real estate to be auctioned."

Sun Dasheng shook his head: "Really? I didn't pay attention."

"What? You don't want to work in machinery, but you want to change your career?"

Fu Qiu shook his head: "What kind of career should I change? I just like the industrial land that Zhao left in the factory area. My factory will also be expanded. I want to ask you about the situation."

Sun Dasheng hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let me ask you about the specific situation."

Fu Qiu smiled: "Thank you very much."

After saying goodbye to Sun Dasheng, Fu Qiu prepared to contact Lao Lin.

In his memory, Lao Lin should be the protagonist of the full name witness. If something like this happens, he may need his helping hand in his career.

Moreover, he had already had his thoughts on the two pieces of land under Lao Lin's name.

…

"Muay Thai is an art of eight limbs, heavy fists, legs, elbows, knees..."

Listening to the explanation of the white man in front of me, the woman on the side translated.

Fu Qiu nodded from time to time and followed his instructions, aiming at the sandbag in front of him and training.

After a while, he walked towards the white man in front of him: "Stephen, let's practice."

Stephen smiled slightly and nodded to the sponsor. He was a former professional player. Now he has retired, so he joined a related professional team and became a battle coach.

Soon, both of them put on protective gear.

Fu Qiu said nothing and began to confront Stephen.

He knew that Stephen was good at Muay Thai, was a former professional player, had placed in international competitions, and was better than some nationally recognized professional athletes, so he became interested.

"Hey!"

Stephen suddenly jumped forward and took his hands towards Fu Qiu's shoulders.

However, although his movements were sudden, they were not considered fast in Fu Qiu's eyes.

After less than half a month of professional training, his perception, mobility, and dodge ability have all improved significantly.

Fu Qiu shifted his body and avoided the attack.

Then his right fist was a jab to the side of this person.

Peng.

Stephen just swayed slightly, missed an elbow, and was blocked by Fu Qiuge.

A strong force came from his hands.

What a hard elbow, what a heavy strength!

Fu Qiu sighed in his heart and retreated with a sliding step.

Stephen laughed, being unreasonable and giving him a leg whip if he got ahead of others.

Fu Qiu could only keep dodging. The opponent's fists were too heavy and too hard, and his footsteps changed very quickly. He was soon forced into a corner.

After barely holding on for dozens of moves, Fu Qiu's fist was shattered by one punch.

Stephen smiled and said a lot of words.

The woman on the side translated: "Mr. Fu's boxing skills are already very good among amateur players, but his fists are not strong enough and his on-field experience needs to be improved."

Fu Qiu nodded: "Thank you very much."
To be continued...