After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 221 Still holding a ray of hope

Another new day.

Beijing Nanyuan Airport.

Wearing sunglasses and pushing a black suitcase, Shi Moran came to the ordinary rest area after passing the security check.

Nanyuan Airport is used to fly abroad, so naturally there are not as many people flying domestically.

The seats in the rest area were empty, she just looked around and found Xiao Rou who was eating instant noodles in the corner.

Lifting her foot, she walked forward again.

"Sister Ran, you are here."

Xiaorou, who was eating instant noodles, saw a pair of straight and slender legs appearing in her sight, she quickly raised her head to look, even though Shi Moran was wearing sunglasses, she still recognized it at a glance.

"Do you want to eat something to fill your stomach? I bought a lot of snacks."

As she spoke, she pointed to a large bag of snacks on the seat beside her.

"No, I came over for breakfast."

Shi Moran shook his head, then found an empty seat and sat down, beside Xiaorou was the young general's suitcase, but she didn't see him.

"The young general is going to buy coffee, Sister Ran, do you want to drink, I will call the young general..."

Seeing Shi Moran staring at the young general's suitcase, Xiaorou immediately realized that after all, they have cooperated for such a long time, and there is still a tacit understanding.

"No, I want to take a break. Call me when I register."

After Shi Moran finished speaking, he took out the pillow and leaned on the chair to close his eyes.

She came to the capital city by train at 2 o'clock in the morning. She didn't have a good rest all night, and now she is very sleepy.

"Ok, no problem."

Xiaorou nodded, didn't bother Shi Moran anymore, and silently ate the instant noodles in her hand.

When she finished eating and got up to throw out the trash, she saw a group of men in black suits coming majestically.

That aura is simply unbelievable.

Especially the leading man with black sunglasses, whose figure and temperament are simply unparalleled.

The man next to him... Ugh! ! !
Seeing the man's face, Xiao Rou hurriedly covered her face with instant noodles. Isn't that man the man they met at the auction?

The man wearing the sunglasses must be that beautiful man.

A group of people passed by her and took the elevator to the VIP lounge on the second floor.

Xiaorou quickly threw the instant noodle bucket in the trash can, and ran back immediately, wanting to tell Shi Moran the good news with an excited face.

"What's going on, you're so excited?"

The teenager at that time had already returned, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

"No, nothing."

Xiaorou glanced at Shi Moran, then sat down on the chair dejectedly.

Sister Ran is resting, how could she disturb her because of this matter.

In the private room in the VIP lounge.

Feng Yichen took off his sunglasses and took this quarter's financial statements from Jiang Shaomo, frowning slightly, this jealousy was about to end soon.

However, because the old lady reported that she was unwell in the newspaper, the stock of the Fengshi Group dropped sharply in the past few days.

Basically, all the companies under the name of Feng's Group have been slightly affected.

"What's your PR department's idea?"

Throwing the financial statement on the table, Feng Yichen looked at the two men behind Jiang Shaomo.

The chief and deputy director of the public relations department.

"Master Feng, I have an idea. If we want to completely dispel the negative thoughts of netizens, we must let the chairman appear in the public eye."

After the deputy minister took a look at the minister, he stood up bravely and proposed the only solution he could think of.

"What about you?"

Feng Yichen didn't even look at him, but stared straight at Minister Zheng.

"Feng Ye, my thoughts coincide with each other, this is the simplest and fastest way."

Minister Zheng picked up his handkerchief a little uneasy and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Ah."

Feng Yichen let out a sneer.

It turns out that this is the head of the public relations department that Feng's hired for several million?
"Master Feng, I have an idea."

An extremely inconspicuous man standing at the door whispered.

Jiang Shaomo turned his head to look at him, unavoidably worried, "Ah Zheng."

Ah Zheng is his junior, he just came back from England not long ago, so he doesn't know much about the entire Feng Group.

"Let him in."

Feng Yichen said.

"Come in, Ah Zheng."

Jiang Shaomo shouted.

The man named Ah Zheng walked up to the two ministers and deputy ministers. He raised his head and glanced at them, "We need to cooperate with the government and publicize well."

Feng Yichen nodded slightly, "Continue."

"Should suffer a small loss before, and after making a big profit, who is the lightest and who is the most important, I don't need to say it clearly."

Ah Zheng mustered up the courage to continue.

Although cooperating with the government, you have to pay for it yourself in the early stage, but as long as you have the government's help, the reputation of Feng's Group will not only be improved, but it will also be extremely persuasive to the public.

The government is the choice of the people.

"This matter is left to you to deal with."

Feng Yichen said in style.

"Hand it over, leave it to me?"

Ah Zheng suddenly became nervous.

"Master Feng, it's not good to leave it to him. He's just a freshly graduated overseas returnee, and he's definitely not as familiar with public relations as we are."

Minister Zheng quickly stepped forward, asking a newcomer to do this, isn't that a slap in the face for him.

"What about the newcomers?"

Feng Yichen snorted coldly, then put on the sunglasses again, and waved at Jiang Shaomo.

"Master Feng needs to rest now, please go back."

Jiang Shaomo immediately walked up to the chief and deputy ministers, making a gesture of invitation.

The chief and deputy directors glanced at each other, and the deputy director still looked at Feng Yichen unwillingly, but seeing Feng Yichen's indifferent expression of rejecting others thousands of miles away, he couldn't help but retreat.

"Please!"

Jiang Shaomo's tone was irresistible.

In the end, the two retreated from the VIP lounge in tandem.

"Ah Zheng, let's go out and talk."

Looking at Feng Yichen who was resting on the seat with his eyes closed, Jiang Shaomo lowered his tone.

"Ok."

Ah Zheng nodded, followed behind Jiang Shaomo, and the two walked out of the VIP lounge.

After waiting for the two to leave, Feng Yichen opened his eyes and raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist. It was more than half an hour before boarding the plane.

He obviously felt very tired and exhausted, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Straightening up, he picked up the newspaper beside him and flipped through it.

Looking at the news that the old lady had fallen ill in the newspaper that was still persistently published, he shook his head helplessly.

He has already used this trick on Shi Moran, how could she believe in such a smart person.

But knowing the result, he didn't stop it.

Deep down in my heart, I still couldn't help holding a ray of hope.

(End of this chapter)