Chapter 97 Tailor-Made

Looking at Zi's outstanding demeanor, Fang Senyan sighed and said:

"Looks like you're forcing me to use my ultimate move?"

Zi snorted coldly, disdainfully, "What ultimate move could you possibly have?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Senyan unceremoniously sat down next to her, even squeezing in a bit vulgarly. Although separated by a windbreaker, he could still feel the amazing elasticity of Zi's thigh. Her body immediately tensed, and she couldn't help but anxiously say:

"What do you want to do!"

Fang Senyan looked over with a malicious glint in his eyes and said:

"Guess? Maybe just repeating some of the things we've done before."

As he spoke, Fang Senyan leaned in close to Zi's ear, wearing a very annoying expression, and said:

"More importantly, in this cramped space, high Strength is definitely more useful than high Intelligence. You think so, right?"

Zi was greatly embarrassed and immediately pushed Fang Senyan away, scolding angrily:

"You're too bold!"

However, Zi's anger at this time seemed harmless because her usual response was to coldly say "Get out"… The chill contained in those words was enough to turn most men's tools of the trade into something soft and pliable. So, if others saw Zi's reaction just now, they would definitely be amazed that the ice queen actually had such a side!

Fang Sen laughed heartily, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"Considering you just agreed to my request, I won't hold your rudeness against you. But you owe me a meal because I suddenly feel hungry. Damn it, did that bottle of red wine just now have an appetizing effect?"

Zi was stunned, and then angrily said:

"When did I agree to your request… And you actually said I was rude just now!!"

Fang Senyan leaned closer again, casually placing his hand on the back of Zi's chair. This simple action immediately made Zi's entire body tense up again. What was worse, her mind was actually blank and flustered, and she didn't know how to respond at all. Fang Senyan looked at Zi with a smile and said:

"What do you say about having Indian food later? I wonder what the Indian food in London tastes like. I hope the curry mutton is authentic."

Zi said in a flustered manner:

"Okay, Indian food it is..."

Fang Senyan also knew when to stop and sat back down. Only then did Zi realize that after being interrupted by him for a while, she had actually silently admitted defeat! She couldn't even say a word of protest. Zi was immediately furious, but she couldn't think of any way to retaliate. Fortunately, at this time, the driver in front suddenly pressed a button and said rather apprehensively:

"Although it's very presumptuous, Ms. Su, headquarters just asked me to go back immediately. They said they need an explanation."

Zi immediately said coldly:

"What explanation?"

Fang Senyan interjected:

"He's just a driver."

Zi glanced at Fang Senyan with dissatisfaction and said:

"Then alright, let's go back. By the way, I'll remind you that your dinner will probably be at least four hours from now. Do you want me to give you some change to buy a hamburger?"

"No thanks, I'd rather be hungrier and then eat more. Anyway, I'm not the one paying the bill," Fang Senyan said with a smile.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Senyan stood in front of the magnificent twin towers of the E.S. Corporation. A group of serious-looking people had already gathered here, all of whom were senior executives of the E.S. Corporation. So, when they saw Fang Senyan in flip-flops, beach shorts, and a floral shirt, along with the cold-faced Zi, stepping out of the car, the shock in their hearts was unimaginable.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and an old man with gray hair took the lead to cough and step forward, saying:

"If I remember correctly, the group just officially transferred 760 million euros to Worley Pharmaceuticals. They said they had your authorization?"

"Yes," Zi said coldly.

"Before our negotiations with Krupp are about to be concluded?" The old man said in disbelief. "Please give me a reasonable explanation?"

Zi glanced at Fang Senyan and said indifferently:

"No explanation. Any other questions? Otherwise, I'm going to have dinner."

A burst of uproar came from the crowd next to them. A man who looked very much like Beckham came out, looking at Zi seriously with a very complicated and painful expression:

"You mobilized the Gulfstream III, delaying our VIP in Tokyo, just to pick up this… this gentleman who is vacationing on the beach?"

There was an indescribable pain in this man's voice as he spoke. Zi glanced at him, with a slight apology in her eyes, but she still said coldly:

"This is my private affair, Mr. Os."

Os was immediately hit hard and silently turned and walked away. Along with him, there were two other men who seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden. These three men were all suitors of Zi. Although they had been coldly rejected before, as the saying goes, Zi offended every man who came to pursue her, and in turn, offended no one. But now, she had obviously made an exception for Fang Senyan, so the damage to the other poor guys was unimaginable.

The leading old man was immediately overjoyed because, in the ES Corporation, Zi had the most shares. She had previously gained the support of these directors who were enthusiastically pursuing her, so these board members were always difficult to compete with Zi in the voting. Now, it was obvious that these people would no longer support Zi or would sell their shares. Therefore, the others were also beaming, which meant that their spring in the entire consortium had arrived.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, so at nine o'clock on Monday morning, the consortium will hold a board meeting, requiring you to provide relevant explanations for your previous actions, Ms. Su Linzi." The old man said very seriously: "If you are absent, then we will default that you have waived your rights. The group cannot continue like this."

Fang Senyan folded his arms across his chest, looked at the old man who seemed to be confident of victory, and said to Zi:

"Looks like we can go to dinner now??"

Zi nodded and said mockingly:

"I didn't expect these guys' efficiency to suddenly become so high. Let's go."

However, at this moment, a bald man with seborrheic dermatitis strode forward, took the lead to sit in the extended Lincoln, and said rudely:

"Take me to the Shirok Hotel."

The driver suddenly said in a panic:

"But..."

The bald man's face changed, and he said sinisterly:

"But what? You are an employee of the E.S. Corporation, not a private driver! Or do you hope to receive a dismissal call on Monday? Then I will pay you this month's salary in full."

The driver immediately dared not speak, nor dared to look at Zi. He stepped on the gas pedal and drove away. At this time, the bodyguards and assistants around Zi were also stunned in place. You must know that the personnel structure of the ES Corporation is quite complex. There is no chairman. All decisions are made by the board of directors. Once Zi fails to take the initiative at the board meeting, then she only has the right to dividends, and the retention of these people is at the discretion of the other directors. How could they not be afraid?

Fang Senyan sighed and said:

"Zi, your patience is really good."

Zi snorted and said:

"Just do your own thing, you want to eat, right? Is it still going? The Indian restaurant is not close from here."

Fang Senyan shrugged and said:

"I suddenly don't want to eat Indian food, I want to eat random food."

"What is random food?" Zi said with interest.

Fang Senyan looked at Mr. Os, who was leaving, and smiled:

"You seem to have just lost three suitors three minutes ago, so how about we take a taxi now and eat at the third restaurant we pass in thirty-three minutes?"

"This suggestion is still quite fresh," Zi laughed.

"Then I have even better suggestions..."

"........"

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving as if nothing had happened, for some reason, a group of directors suddenly felt an indescribable chill in their hearts.

The next morning, Fang Senyan and Zi came to Worley Pharmaceuticals.

The person in charge received them tremblingly.

Then, within ten minutes, the person in charge began to summon five experts under his command, asking them to formulate a medical plan that had never been tried before:

How to make a person suffer from pneumococcal pneumonia in the shortest possible time. Although this request was very outrageous and inhumane, considering the high salary and stable working environment, the five experts spent less than three minutes to draft a plan.

Then, because this plan required a large number of pneumococcal bacteria to be cultured, Fang Senyan did not enjoy the treatment of this tailor-made plan until eleven hours later. Soon, he tasted the taste of this disease.

"Damn, my chest hurts so much." Fang Senyan lay on the hospital bed with a pale face, looking so weak that he looked like a veteran patient: "It's like a hundred needles are poking my lungs at the same time! What's worse is that I can't breathe, cough cough cough!!"

In a series of coughs, Fang Senyan coughed out large clumps of rusty-colored sputum. This was a typical symptom of pus and blood mixed together after the tissue in the lungs rotted. There were at least five top-level European nurses and doctors busy around him.

Zi looked at the weak Fang Senyan, without any expression on her face, but she took his cold hand, without avoiding the thick sputum that Fang Senyan coughed out. She silently gazed at Fang Senyan for a while, walked to the side, and said to the doctor:

"Why is his condition so serious?"