Chapter 90 His good nephew really doesn't know how to restrain himself.

Upon hearing this, Rosent pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a smile appeared in his light blue eyes.

"Because they know that the benefits you can bring to them are definitely not comparable to those of ordinary illustrators."

Ruan Liuzheng smiled and said nothing. Instead, he pointed to several names on the document and looked up at Rosent. "These few companies. When I was unknown, they were the first to choose to believe in me. They are my mentors." "

Now that I'm back again, no matter what, they should be given priority as my first partners."

Rosent glanced casually. Sure enough, the names were similar to those he had previously chosen. He nodded and said, "Well, I guessed you would say that. I have already sent them the contract in advance."

"But there is one more thing, you should have heard about it."

Rosent's tone paused slightly, and in Ruan Liuzheng's puzzled eyes, he continued, "Mr. Wen's art exhibition will be in a few days. He has already leaked the news that all the proceeds from the exhibition will be invested in charity." "

And he has issued a public statement that all painters who want to contribute to charity can submit their works in advance. At that time, those selected paintings will have the opportunity to be displayed in the center of the exhibition."

"Liu Zheng, would you like to participate?"

Ruan Liu Zheng nodded. "Of course. When is the deadline?"

Although she hadn't found what Rosent had just said online, it was probably inside information.

However, the fact that it involved charity and was the centerpiece of Mr. Wen's private exhibition made it worth participating in for all the reasons involved.

Moreover, with Suo Fan's current growth trajectory, the most important thing to do next is to build his reputation.

In the few days since joining the company, she had already learned all about Suo Fan's recent history.

Although they had collaborated with numerous magazines, only ordinary people knew Suo Fan well. The truly influential people in the upper class knew very little about him.

If Suo Fan wanted to advance further, he couldn't just maintain the status quo. He must take the initiative to break into the upper class and

gain more opportunities for advancement.

For Suo Fan, this exhibition might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Mr. Wen's exhibition itself was already eye-catching enough. Regardless of whether they understood painting or art, the bigwigs would scramble to attend.

After all, regardless of era, pretense of sophistication was a way for people to feign nobility.

Ruan Liuzheng lifted his eyelids slightly, his cold eyes gleaming with a determined determination.

Rossant smiled faintly, his handsome face devoid of a trace of surprise, as if he had anticipated Ruan Liuzheng's reaction.

And indeed, he did.

He nodded, "In the name of Sofan?"

Astrid's name was already reputable enough; there was no need for excessive publicity.

And given Ruan Liuzheng's personality, she would surely find a way to make up for the delays she had caused.

Therefore, Rossant was not surprised to see Ruan Liuzheng nod. His smile deepened, and he raised an eyebrow. "What do you need me to prepare for you? An invitation to Mr. Wen's exhibition?"

He expected Ruan Liuzheng to nod again, but this time, Rossant was wrong.

Ruan Liuzheng shook her head firmly under Rosent's determined gaze. "No need. I already have an invitation."

"Just give me the deadline and prepare a brief profile of Suofan and its future prospects."

A hint of confusion crossed Rosent's eyes. He pursed his lips and asked, "What's going on?"

"Suofan needs a new wave of talent."

Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyelids slightly, her cold eyes filled with solemnity. She looked at Rosent, a faint curve at the corner of her crimson lips.

Her eyes were full of meaning.

...

After leaving the First Encounter Café, Fu Yanci didn't immediately return to the Fu Group. Instead, he drove to Hanfei to look for Xie Qingcen.

Ruan Liuzheng's words had finally intimidated him.

Although he said it didn't matter, Fu Yanci knew exactly what was in that folder.

He couldn't just stand by and watch the Fu Group be destroyed in his hands.

In the past, he would have signed the divorce agreement without hesitation the moment Ruan Liuzheng uttered her threat, complying with her wishes.

Even though he felt deeply unbalanced,

things were different now. Xie Qingcen's appearance that day had given him immense confidence.

Fu Yanci privately believed that Xie Qingcen's visit that day signified that the Xie family had recognized his status and, by extension, their relationship with the Fu family.

Therefore, if he had only spoken, the Xie family and Xie Qingcen would surely have come to his aid.

He had already learned that Xie Qingcen, the man who had come to the Fu family that day, was his uncle and now the head of the Xie family, the undisputed ruler.

With Xie Qingcen's approval, he doubted he could overcome this crisis.

He wanted to see what leverage Ruan Liuzheng would have after the matter was resolved.

However, reality disappointed Fu Yanci.

He hadn't even seen Xie Qingcen in person; only Xie Qingcen's assistant had greeted him.

Xie Qingcen hadn't even shown up.

Fu Yanci sat in the Hanfei Group's reception room, his tea refilled. He looked up, his dark eyes fixed on Qi Chong.

His handsome face was long gone, the patience he had when he first arrived.

Only coldness and impatience remained.

"When will my uncle be done? Are you going to keep me waiting here? Do you know who I am?"

Qi Chong stood there, sensing Fu Yanci's undisguised anger. He simply smiled faintly, his face remaining expressionless.

Even his voice was official and polite.

"Mr. Xie is currently entertaining a major client from abroad and may not be able to spare the time. If Mr. Fu's matter is truly urgent, you can call Mr. Xie or send him a WeChat message."

"Even with these two options, I suggest you wait a little longer. Mr. Xie really can't take care of you right now."

Qi Chong nodded slightly to Fu Yanci, his tone polite and courteous, his every move impeccable.

But it all sounded perfunctory.

Fu Yanci's face suddenly darkened. He took a deep breath, his expression growing increasingly hostile. "I know my uncle is busy, but could you please give me a specific time?"

Fu Yanci couldn't help himself.

He spoke out, coldly threatening Qi Chong, "You're only my uncle's assistant. Don't forget your position."

Qi Chong listened to Fu Yanci's threat, a subtle flicker of disdain in his eyes.

But his expression grew increasingly polite. "Of course I know my status. My salary is paid by Mr. Xie, and I'm an employee of Hanfei. Mr. Fu, you don't need to remind me of this."

"Of course, if Mr. Fu believes your status is comparable to that of that major client, and is already comparable to Hanfei's future, then feel free to go upstairs and bother Mr. Xie. I won't say a word to stop you."

Qi Chong said with a smile, his tone calm and gentle, without the slightest hint of ups and downs.

Fu Yanci raised his eyelids and glanced coldly at Qi Chong. He snorted, his patience finally running out.

He suddenly stood up and looked at Qi Chong, his cold brows etched with a hint of contempt.

"Since my uncle is busy, I'll go back first. But remember to tell my uncle I was here and that I have something important to tell him. Tell him to call me back."

Fu Yanci gestured to Jiang Ze beside him, and he strode out of the reception room.

He didn't want to see Qi Chong's fake smile for even a second longer.

Jiang Ze fell behind. He smiled apologetically at Qi Chong, then stepped forward and politely exchanged contact information with Qi Chong.

Qi Chong naturally knew the difficulties of working people, and the only person he disliked was Fu Yanci, and it had nothing to do with others.

And the only person Mr. Xie wanted to deal with was Fu Yanci.

So he did not make things difficult for Jiang Ze, and cooperated very well to exchange contact information with Jiang Ze.

After the two assistants nodded to each other, they parted ways.

The president's office on the top floor.

Xie Qingcen stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his dark eyes slightly lowered, looking down indifferently.

Although the distance was far, he seemed to be able to really see Fu Yanci's angry back.

He raised his lips, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his thin lips.

Disdainful and sarcastic.

After a while, there was a knock on the door from behind. He turned and looked at the person who came in. His dark eyes were still calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Qi Chong nodded slightly at Fu Yanci, "Mr. Xie has already sent the person away, as you instructed."

Indeed, Xie Qingcen hadn't met with any major clients, and today there had only been one meeting.

However, after Ruan Liuzheng's angry outburst against Fu Yanci and the Bai family yesterday, he had anticipated that Fu Yanci would be unwilling to accept this.

Furthermore, Ruan Liuzheng had been with the Fu Group for so many years, so she must have some leverage over them.

Yesterday afternoon was prime evidence of this.

Fu Yanci, with his arrogant and conceited personality, would never allow himself to be manipulated by Ruan Liuzheng. However, the leverage Ruan Liuzheng held was enough to implicate the Fu Group,

leaving him with no recourse.

Therefore, Fu Yanci was very likely to personally seek the Xie Group's assistance.

This was the most effective and quickest option for Fu Yanci right now.

Xie Qingcen wasn't at all surprised by Fu Yanci's actions.

If it were him, he would probably have chosen a shortcut, resolving the issue quickly and minimizing the losses.

Unfortunately, he is not a fool like Fu Yanci, and he will not let himself fall into the same situation as Fu Yanci today.

Xie Qingcen gently curled his lips, and his dark eyes were deep.