PFC Chapter 1095 He had already foreseen it
Chapter 1095 He had already foreseen it
We arrived at Li Zihao's house.
Yan Bei got out of the car.
I opened the door with the key.
The contents are still the same as before. Basically, there haven't been many changes.
It was very clean inside, without a speck of dust, as if it had been meticulously cleaned.
Yan Bei sat inside casually for a while.
Yang Jian stayed by his side.
"Young Master Yan, why did you buy this house? Are you going to live here?"
"The scenery outside here is particularly beautiful, and there's none of the hustle and bustle of the city. I'm thinking of bringing my wife here occasionally to relax."
"So this is ah?"
"What do you think?" Yan Bei looked up at Yang Jian.
"I think you're right. This house is so spacious, it's really comfortable to live here."
Yan Bei nodded. After a while, he stood up.
"Let's go."
"it is good!"
Just as I was about to walk out.
At this time, Yang Jian's cell phone rang.
He paused, glancing at the caller ID—it was an emergency call from his company's special assistant. This timing was anything but ordinary.
Yang Jian's expression instantly turned serious. He didn't answer immediately, but instead quickly followed Yan Bei, lowering his voice and speaking respectfully but with a hint of barely perceptible tension: "President Yan, it's an urgent call from the company."
Yan Bei didn't stop walking, nor did he even turn his head. He simply uttered a single word: "Receive." His voice was calm and even, as if he had expected this all along.
"Yes." Yang Jianli immediately replied, quickly took out his phone, pressed the answer button, and subconsciously put a small distance between himself and Yan Bei to avoid disturbing him during the call and to ensure a certain degree of privacy.
"Hello?" Yang Jian's voice was professional and calm.
The assistant's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, reporting something at a rapid pace.
As Yang Jian listened, his brows furrowed more and more, occasionally uttering a single syllable or two in response: "Hmm," "I understand," "I get it."
His gaze kept glancing at Shen Yu's back. He saw Yan Bei standing at the door, his back to him, seemingly waiting for him, but the low pressure emanating from him was not diminished at all.
The call, which lasted only a few dozen seconds, felt like an eternity to Yang Jian. After hanging up, he took a deep breath, strode to Yan Bei's side, his face regaining its usual composure, but his eyes held a hint of seriousness.
"Young Master Yan," he reported, "there's been a problem with the project in Haicheng. The partner has proposed some changes to the terms, which involve a large sum of money. The legal department and the project manager don't dare to make a decision on their own and are asking for your instructions."
Yan Bei finally turned around slowly, his deep eyes sharp as a hawk's under the light, landing on Yang Jian's face.
He didn't speak immediately; an invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air.
Yang Jian stood with his hands at his sides, waiting for instructions, his face showing no sign of panic.
A moment later, Yan Bei parted his thin lips slightly, his voice icy: "Tell them to proceed as planned, and not a single word of the terms can be changed. If they insist, make them prepared to bear the liability for breach of contract. Also, have the legal department send all relevant documents and response plans to my email within half an hour."
His tone was firm and decisive, with an unquestionable resolve, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
"Yes, Young Master Yan, I'll arrange it right away," Yang Jianli replied immediately, taking out his phone to begin processing.
Yan Bei said, "Let's go back to the company first. I knew this project would run into problems sooner or later."
Yang Jian didn't understand why Yan Bei would say that, so he had no choice but to obey Yan Bei and drive back to the company.
Return to the company.
Yang Jian immediately threw himself back into his busy work, his fingers flying across the phone screen, accurately relaying Yan Bei's instructions to the relevant personnel in the company.
For him, no matter when or where, as long as Yan Bei needs him, he is the most reliable support.
At this moment, Yan Bei returned to his office and sat in his office chair with a serious expression.
Lighted a cigarette.
I took a deep breath.
A large, well-defined hand rhythmically tapped the table.
The risk-sharing ratio for the project in Haicheng was previously changed by the partner.
So when he acquired their competitor's company six months ago, he knew this day would come.
. . . . . .
A moment later, Yang Jian walked in.
"Young Master Yan, I've taken care of everything. What should we do next?"
"Book two tickets for tomorrow morning to Haicheng. You'll come with me."
"Okay, Mr. Yan."
"..."
night.
Yan Bei returned home.
I sat down on the sofa, feeling very tired.
Shen Qing noticed something was wrong with him and walked towards him.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Bei looked up and saw that Shen Qing had forced a smile on her face.
"There's been a problem with the company's collaborative project. I need to go to Haicheng tomorrow."
"Going to Haicheng? I'll go with you!"
"No need, Yang Jian can come with me."
"What's wrong in Haicheng?"
"Don't worry about these minor issues, I can handle them."
"Alright then! Sister Zhang has cooked the food, come and eat!"
Yan Bei nodded, stood up, and walked towards the dining table.
Shen Qing knew that Yan Bei was in a bad mood because of company matters, so she deliberately wanted to cheer him up.
"Honey, how about we go for a walk after dinner?"
"it is good."
An'an and Kang Kang, who were standing nearby, asked, "Mom and Dad, can we go?"
Shen Qing curled the corners of her lips, "Of course you two can't go. You two should stay home and study."
“Okay! I think Mom is afraid that the two of us will be third wheels!” An’an said.
Shen Qing smiled slightly, "If you think so, then so be it."
……
After a meal.
Shen Qing and Yan Bei walked out of the villa.
In the garden outside the villa, a gentle evening breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees. The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow on the path, elongating the shadows of the two figures embracing.
At first, Yan Bei remained somewhat silent, his steps appearing heavy. Shen Qing didn't urge him, but simply held his hand quietly, occasionally kicking away small pebbles at their feet.
Shen Qing took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, her voice softening, "Yan Bei, I know you may have encountered some difficulties at work recently. I can't be of much help, but I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will be there for you."
He stopped, turned around, and pulled her into a tight embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head, took a deep breath, and inhaled her scent, which made him feel incredibly at ease.
"Hmm," he responded listlessly, but his voice was much more relaxed than before. "I understand."