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In the afternoon of the next day, the news that Fang Chengcheng of Motion Picture Technology Co., Ltd. was sued for divorce by his wife was exposed in major mainstream media. At first, it did not cause much splash, but with the end of a wave of marketing accounts, Fang Chengcheng Topics such as suspected infidelity within the marriage, the house becoming a city, chaos and abandonment began to ferment.

As soon as the market opened on the third day, the share price of Dongchuan began to fall. Although the range was not large, it ended the myth of this leading stock rising continuously in three months, and the impact of family discord on the company's market value was initially revealed.

Kuang Zheng couldn't sit still anymore. It stands to reason that this is Fang Chengcheng's family matter, but this guy obviously doesn't have the ability to handle family matters. He came down from the president's office on the third floor, entered the office area and went straight to Duan Zhao: "Is there any contact with Mrs. Fang?" Way?"

"No," Duan Zhao got up, "Is it appropriate for us to find her directly?"

"I don't care about whether it's suitable or not," Kuang Zheng was a little impatient. There was nothing abnormal about this matter. It seemed that the development was too fast, and Fang Chengcheng's response seemed too weak. "I'll talk to her."

"Then we have to ask Fang Chengcheng for a phone call," Duan Zhao said, "But boss, I suggest that we don't participate in this shitty business of theirs. The client does it himself, and it has nothing to do with our private bank."

What he said made sense, but after all, in a cooperation, you can’t stick close to someone when things are going well, and just stand by and watch when something goes wrong. Kuangzheng also needs to consider the perception of other customers: "Do everything according to fate, I have a sense of proportion."

"Boss..." Xia Ke heard from the side, and raised his panda eyes, "Ms. Fang sued for divorce... What's wrong with their family?"

It is still a secret that Fang Chengcheng has an illegitimate child in London. Only Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao know about Wanrong Zhenhui. , I'll give you a fake."

"No," Xia Ke hesitated, "I...have Mrs. Fang's WeChat account."

Kuang Zheng was stunned, and exchanged a glance with Duan Zhao, yes, that day when I went to Fang Chengcheng's house, Xia Ke was with me, "How did I forget you?" He turned and went upstairs, "Push me on WeChat."

Duan Zhao rolled his eyes: "I said Xiao Ke, we don't have her WeChat account, why do you have it?"

"She said wechat number the other day," Xia Ke lowered her head and flipped through her address book, "didn't you both add it?"

Is there such a thing?Duan Zhao didn't have the slightest impression: "My boss and I patronized the public relations house," he sighed, "Hey, chasing women is not as aggressive as chasing clients."

Kuang Zheng got the WeChat ID in the elevator and immediately sent an application: Wan Rong Zhen Hui Kuang Zheng, Mrs. Fang, please talk to me.

He thought that people would not take care of him easily, but he didn't expect that the application would be approved as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. He was stunned, went into the office, locked the door, and clicked on the voice call.

The other side quickly picked up, but did not speak, intermittent, like sobbing.

"Mrs. Fang?" Kuang Zheng lowered his voice.

"Mr. Kuang." Mrs. Fang choked up, really crying.

Kuangzheng knows how hard divorce is for a woman, especially a woman who takes care of the family full-time. She does not want to go to this point. It is Fang Chengcheng who made her nowhere to go: "Sorry to disturb you at this time, I understand your feelings very well , but apart from being sad, there are some things you have to consider for your child and yourself."

He wanted to tell her the impact of divorce on the company and the damage to the joint property of the husband and wife, and asked her to focus on the overall situation and handle this matter in a low-key and gentle manner with the help of lawyers and wealth consultants.

But Mrs. Fang's reaction was beyond his expectation: "You don't need to say it, Mr. Kuang." Behind the tears, there was a woman who insisted on being cold, "You were hired by the surname Fang, why would you care about me?" life or death?"

"No, Mrs. Fang," Kuang Zheng corrected her, "Before you officially divorce, you and Mr. Fang are one to me. What I want to protect is the wealth of your family, not any one of them."

It was unusually quiet over there. Kuang Zheng thought there was a turning point, and just wanted to fight for it, but Mrs. Fang suddenly scolded, "You are all bastards!" She was a little excited, "The bastard surnamed Fang...he hit me!"

Kuang Zheng was stunned, and headlines such as "Hot Wheels boss Fang Chengcheng derailed in marriage, abandoned wife and son for mistress, punched and kicked ex-wife" quickly flashed through his mind.

"Because I divorced him..." She sobbed badly, "He hit me when the stock price fell... I have been with him for ten years! I gave birth to two children for him! I gained [-] pounds when I gave birth to the eldest , and now there are stretch marks on my stomach! How much I paid for him...Is this how he repays me! "

"Mrs. Fang..." Kuang Zheng had nothing to say, only silence.

"Tell Fang," she wiped away her tears, viciously, "This slap should not be in vain. I have no obligation to cover up the matter between him and that stinky bitch. I will report the company's property to you." The court applied for preservation, and we'll see you online for those crap things he did!"

After the call ended, Kuang Zheng stared blankly at the WeChat interface for a while, and immediately called Fang Chengcheng, who answered the call, unexpectedly drunk.

"Fang Chengcheng!" Kuang Zheng gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush to Qilin Building to give him a slap in the face, "What time is it, you're still drinking!"

"Public relations, lawyers, you...you are all busy for me." It was obvious that Fang Chengcheng was in a bad state, "Whatever I can do, I will kneel down to her..."

"Your wife is going to reveal that you have a child in London!" Kuang Zheng shouted on the phone, "The stock market is still on the sidelines. As soon as her news comes out, you and your live broadcast empire will be over!"

Fang Chengcheng didn't speak, he groaned slightly as if in pain.

"You are a grown man," Kuang Zheng told him, "you have to stand up and deal with this."

"What can I do?" Fang Chengcheng hoarsely said, "Kill her?"

As soon as these words came out, Kuang Zheng knew that he had considered this path. Ordinary people would take risks for millions, let alone tens of billions.

"Fang Chengcheng," Kuang Zheng lowered his voice, "Remember, no matter you are sober or drunk, you should fucking control your own mouth on the phone. If I turn on the recording, if I give the recording to the As for the media, don’t keep creating trouble for yourself!”

"Mr. Kuang..." At this juncture, Fang Chengcheng really believed what he said yesterday, he said that no matter what the situation, Wanrong Zhenhui would stand by his side, "I'm done...I was fucked to death by a woman! "

"Mr. Fang, you promise not to do anything again," Kuang Zheng warned him, "Don't say that you cheated in marriage first, just domestic violence is enough to make you 'popular' half the sky on Weibo!"

"Do it?" Fang Chengcheng immediately denied it, "I didn't do it!"

"It's about this time," Kuang Zheng sneered, "Is it still meaningful for you to act with me?"

Fang Chengcheng actually swears: "If I do it, I will be hit by thunder..."

"Okay, don't talk about it," Kuang Zheng didn't have the time to talk nonsense with him, "It will take at least three to five hours from her plan to break the news to the time she collects evidence to form an article. Inform your public relations company and suppress her at all costs." Stop her!"

After finishing speaking, Kuangzheng hung up the phone. He felt sick to his stomach. He was in the best university for a four-year-long affair with women. He had worked hard in the field of mergers and acquisitions for ten years. Is it just to wipe the ass of the beasts?But he has no choice, private banking is to solve troubles for rich people, this is his job.

"Bastard!" With this sentence, he was not scolding Fang Chengcheng, but himself.

But there was one thing he got wrong. Mrs. Fang was not as fragile as he thought. She was useless for three to five hours, not even three to five or 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, when Kuang Zheng put on his coat and went downstairs, ready to Going to Ruyizhou to find Baozhan for lunch, when passing the office area, Duan Zhao suddenly shouted: "Boss!"

Kuang Zheng turned his head and saw the kid sitting on the seat, staring at the computer screen in astonishment. Behind him, Xia Ke, Huang Bailiang and the others formed a circle, with the same expression on their faces, shocked and stunned.

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng went over immediately, and what he saw was the Weibo page, "Fang Chengcheng's Wife" posted a post with her real name, a long blog post of thousands of words, accompanied by a map of the nine palaces, and there was a passport photo of Xiaosan. She and Fang Chengcheng were in Europe The intimate group photo, and the B-ultrasound photo during pregnancy, the last one is Mrs. Fang's swollen face, from the chin to the bridge of the nose, which is bruised and purple.

"Fuck..." Duan Zhao exclaimed, "This grandson is not human enough!"

"He's finished," Huang Bailiang pushed up his glasses, "economically, legally, and morally, he's ruined."

Xia Ke did not make a sound, his panda eyes were wide open, and Kuang Zheng, he reread the content of the text and the photos, one by one, from the wording of the long Weibo to the difficulty of obtaining the photos , and the information on this account is not like a woman who just had an emotional breakdown, but looks like it was written by a professional team, with character design, emotions, and punctuation marks all on point.

"Golden Knife," he asked, "Do you remember that Fang Chengcheng said that his wife always complained about not having enough money?"

"Boss?" Duan Zhao and Xia Ke looked at him at the same time.

"I just talked to Fang Chengcheng on the phone," Kuang Zheng recalled. The guy might not be lying. "He swore to me that he never did anything."

"How is it possible, this injury..." Duan Zhao opened his eyes wide, "You mean...she faked it?"

Kuang Zheng didn't dare to say that, no one dared to say that, because there was no evidence.But he was sure that Fang Chengcheng was a scumbag, and his wife was not a vegetarian. If everything had been planned, all her tears and complaints were just to vent her anger?If not, Fang Chengcheng is dead this time.

"Boss." Xia Ke called from behind.

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng didn't want to pay attention to him, this kid always made mistakes at critical moments.

Xia Ke didn't speak, handed over the phone, glanced at it as if he was dealing with it, and was stunned after just one glance - the screen was WeChat chat history, one side was Xia Ke, and the other side had a profile picture he knew, just now through the voice, It's Mrs. Fang.

Kuang Zheng took the phone, frowned and scrolled down. There were conversations, pictures and videos, many of which were unsightly. Kuang Zheng looked up at Xia Ke, no wonder he was out of his mind recently, and the dark circles under his eyes were bigger than pandas.

"How long has it been?" Kuang Zheng asked.

"Since the last time we went to her house," Xia Ke lowered his head, "I dare not say."

Kuang Zheng gave Huang Bailiang a wink and asked him to dismiss the irrelevant personnel: "She harassed you, why didn't you report it?"

"I..." Xia Ke blushed and turned pale, "I'm afraid you guys will laugh at me."

"Come on," Duan Zhao's mouth was bloodless, "You must see that he is rich and looks..."

"I didn't!" Xia Ke was anxious, "I won't do anything to destroy other people's families!"

"Then why did you..."

"Wait," Huang Bailiang pressed Duan Zhao's shoulder, "You, the boss, and Xia Ke are going together. She didn't like you, but Xia Ke?"

Xia Ke is already depressed enough to encounter such a thing, but he still has to be questioned about his appearance: "Xiaobai..."

"She likes the younger brother type." Kuangzheng answered for him, the answer was in the chat history, not only that, but from Mrs. Fang's few words, it can be inferred that she has other ambiguous objects.

"This kind of woman," Duan Zhao couldn't understand Xia Ke, "Why don't you get blocked!"

"Her husband is a big client, I dare not," Xia Ke clenched her fists, "Besides, she is pitiful enough, her husband has a woman outside, and he forced her like this."

He was right, in a villa as big as Meng Xiaozhu, the men wanted to change after seeing the difference, while the women loved the new and disliked the old, and they had no loyalty to marriage at all.

"And Jindao, Xiaobai, you are all so profitable, even the boy from Xiaoxing has the Warring States Red, only I...have nothing," Xia Ke bowed his head deeply, "I also want to contribute to the company, I also want to meet customers every day, and I also want to be useful to you."

Everyone was silent, not because they didn't understand his mood, but...

"Being harassed by her," Duan Zhao asked, "is it useful for you?"

"I want her to introduce clients to me," Xia Ke had to admit, "Her circle of friends is full of rich wives."

Duan Zhao slapped his thigh hard. This kid has gone astray. They work in private banking and contact a lot of rich people every day. In addition to material temptations, there are also comparisons in performance. In the end, it will all come down to bonuses and positions In fact, it is understandable for Xia Ke to get angry in such a hurry.

They were arguing here, and Kuang Zheng called Fang Chengcheng on the other side, and cut straight to the point: "Mr. Fang, investigate your wife's fitness trainer," he said while flipping through the chat records, "there is another person named Li, who should be a jewelry consultant, or Stylist."

Duan Zhao and the others looked at him together, admiring his action and concentration once again.

"Remember," Kuang Zheng told Fang Chengcheng, "

Don't rush to shake things when you get them, find a professional lawyer, and we will negotiate with her. "