The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Everyone has their own writing frame and style. Generally speaking, unless it is a professional imitation, it can easily reach the level of Fu Zhi. Usually, writing is done with one type of font, and when it is signed, it is another type of font.

There is no difference from Bai Yu himself.

It was very quiet.

Mu Chenxi and Xu Tongtong were dumbfounded. Could it be that Fu Zhi guessed that they would do something like this early in the morning, so he learned this font specially?

Yes, it must be so!

The more Mu Chenxi thought about it, the more he couldn't believe it. Fu Zhi was as old as them, and so much better than them?

She looked down on Fu Zhi in her heart, she felt that everything Fu Zhi did was fake, and she thought it must be Fu Zhi who got slapped in the face in the end.

However, Ouyang Ya's heart sank to the bottom.

Mu Chenxi is too unreliable, she shouldn't be arguing with Mu Chenxi here.

Mu Chenxi only said that Fu Zhiyue scored zero in the Chinese test, and her English score was even worse, but in reality? When she gave a speech abroad, she spoke English more fluently than anyone else, and she was in the museum that day, and she had a better understanding of cultural relics than many people.

This is enough to prove that Fu Zhi himself has cultural connotations.

Look at the two books "Red Sun" and "Phantom Light", one is war and the other is science fiction. There are few older generation writers in China who are exposed to science fiction subjects, and only new writers will boldly try.

This new, Ouyang Ya never thought it would be Fu Zhi before.

But she had to think now.

Song Fang, who was in the last row, saw that no one was talking, so he was the first to put down the support card and rushed to the stage, "This great writer has signed his name, and you Mu family should take the book down!"

Mu Changqing was stunned and did not speak.

Mu Chenxi, on the other hand, took the book, flipped through it again and again, and after confirming it again and again, said, "Fu Zhi, you also specially studied Teacher Bai Yu's signature? This is not very good, this..."

"Don't you believe that I am Bai Yu?" Fu Zhi glanced at Mu Chenxi, "Why don't you believe it now? Are you schizophrenic?"

Mu Chenxi didn't believe it in the first place, okay?

Whoever believes this thing has a brain problem.

But today, I don't know if it's a coincidence. The suona that Mu Chenxi got from a servant was not bought. After all, there is no one in the family to do business, and no one wants to buy things in the coffin shop and funeral parlor.

So, this suona is actually borrowed.

There was no IOU, and the clerk from the coffin shop came with him. He had a high-pitched song with Fu Zhi, and just now he heard the phrase "schizophrenia" just after waking up from the dream world.

Good guy!

The guy directly took out a business card and handed it up, "Schizophrenia doesn't need to be cured. You can't cure this disease. If you have that money, why don't you contact our boss. The coffins in our store are all old. As long as the money is in place, you can return it." I can put some emeralds on it for you, by the way, I would also recommend you, Miss, to fight for a little while, and pick a good time to get sick, catch up with the Qingming Festival every year, and there will be a 20% discount in the store!"

Mu Chenxi: "..."

me?

Song Fang had to give a thumbs up to the witty brother.

Then the little brother was carried out by the relevant staff. The business in the store has not been very good recently, and he muttered as much as possible, asking the big boss at the banquet to accept his business card and call him if there is something wrong.

Everyone: "..."

The banquet hall can be regarded as quiet down.

Mu Changqing didn't pay attention to these dead and alive people at all. He was a businessman and knew how important it was to cooperate with Bai Yu.

There is no difference between the signed version of "Red Sun" that Mu Chenxi holds now and Bai Yu's own handwriting.

Your most hostile enemy may suddenly become your food and clothing parent. One second, you imagined that this person would kneel down and call you father, and the next second you would be someone's grandson. Who can resist this?

Mu Changqing couldn't describe his current mood. Of course, maybe he still had a little bit of luck. Fu Zhi had nothing to do with Bai Yu.

But in the current situation, there is indeed a kind of inconsistency in his unbelief, as if he is slapping himself, and he is schizophrenic.

So Mu Changqing endured the irritability in his heart, glared at the violent daughter-in-law, and then smirked at Fu Zhishang: "Miss Fu is really a real hero, a heroine, and she can write about the vicissitudes of life at a young age. It’s an achievement that can’t be achieved in a lifetime, it’s really outstanding!”

"What kind of excellence is this?" Fu Zhi paused, and said, "A writer can earn a little money and donate a little money, but it's not as good as Mu's family. The family has a big business and remembers to donate to children in poor mountainous areas."

Businessmen like to brag about business on important occasions. Who doesn't like to hear good things?

The fact that Mu Changqing wanted to kill Fu Zhi some time ago was communicated to Fu Zhi through Director Liu.

He thought Fu Zhi was afraid, and regarded the banquet as a place to make peace, so he touched his chin and said, "That's natural. The Mu family's philosophy is to give back to the society. Donations are trivial. No one who is serious will give money to poor mountainous areas What about student donations? Ms. Fu has a small family business, so it's normal to donate less."

"Indeed, I'm quite poor. I only donated 80 million yuan last month. You have to come to the Mu family to dedicate your love. Miss Mu just said that you have to donate this time. I don't know how much you have prepared. Can you tell me?" Come out for everyone to admire?"

Mu Changqing: "???"

Eight what?

What is it?

Mu Changqing's expression froze.

Xin said, is there something wrong with Fu Zhi's brain?

Doing charity is a formality, 800,000 is too much for him, let alone 80 million?

"Miss Fu, don't make such jokes..."

Fu Zhi took out the donation document from his mobile phone, "Donate to other organizations for fear of being embezzled privately, so the 80 million will be given to Fu's charities. Take it as a joke."

"Who doesn't know that with our status, donations must be too much, otherwise what is it called a donation? Is it a gift of love or a formality to gilt yourself? If you really feel sorry for the two money at home, why bother to hang the donation every day? Does your mouth make people think that you are kind and charitable?"

Mu Changqing: "..."

Mu Changqing choked, the topic at the scene changed from Bai Yu to donation.

Well, why raise a donation?

Oh, it's not that Mu Chenxi said that the Mu family was going to donate money to mess with Fu Zhi...

Mu Changqing was so angry that he wanted to beat his own daughter.

The live broadcast was on, and well-known bigwigs in the industry were there. Mu Changqing couldn't let a Fu Zhi compare to him. He was placed on the moral high ground. "Indeed, our Mu family's donation must be over 100 million..." Anyway, in the end Whether to donate or not, others don't know, bragging, who wouldn't.

"I really agree with Mr. Mu's values," Fu Zhi nodded, "However, there are too many scammers on the Internet recently, and your donation is too large. They may say that you are deceitful. In this way, I made an appointment with CCTV reporters in advance. They I will follow along and record the whole donation process for you.”