Enemy is difficult: Mr. President, please let it go

Chapter 227 I'll Wait For You To Think Clearly
Ni Jiaren tilted her head, and was immediately drawn into the vortex he created.

"Do you know? How scared I was during this time, afraid that you would leave me. Every day I can't sleep, always worried that when I wake up, you will disappear again..."

Only by holding her in his arms can he feel at ease.

"Pretty girl, don't reject me. You don't want to do anything else, whether it's you or me, let's ignore the past, okay? If you still blame me and still can't forgive me, just tell me how I can make it up... ..."

Ni Jiaren suddenly hit his palm with force, lowered her head, and then shook her head crazily.

Where she can't forgive him, but she can't forgive herself.

There was always a grudge in her heart, and she always felt that the whole thing was like a dream that she couldn't wake up from.Whether it is truth or illusion, it makes her feel unreal.

So, she didn't know how to face it.

"Little Four, I... didn't think clearly, I..."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you to figure it out."

Gentle words, caressing the broken hair by the ear, Ni Jiaren's heart trembled in a mess...

……

Old Stark had to cooperate with many investigations and inquiries at the police station. He could not speak Chinese, so the police station specially replaced a policeman who could understand English, but he pretended not to understand Chinese English, so he was not very cooperative .

The police stood in front of him, looking down at him, but there was nothing he could do.

It was very difficult to get them to accept the investigation, and they had to go to the embassy to go through the relevant procedures.

"Mr. Stark, I hope you can cooperate a little bit, otherwise, once found out, it will only be added to the crime." He warned.

Old Stark still looked incomprehensible, turned his head, and looked up and down the environment here.Nodding from time to time, shaking his head from time to time, seems to be evaluating the facilities here.

"Mr. Stark!" The ignored policeman was so angry that he slapped the table.

A roar finally snatched his sight back, but he looked at the policeman with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, I only accept investigations by the police in our country."

The police slammed their fists on the table tightly again, so they hate to interrogate international prisoners. They always talk about their nationality, which makes them very difficult to handle.

Moreover, the Starkey Group is also the leading large group in the United States, how could the country let them go.

Naturally, the police station has nothing they can do.

That's what old Stark had in mind.

The door of the interrogation room was knocked suddenly, and another policeman pushed the door open, glanced at Old Stark, then walked up to the interrogating policeman, and whispered something in his ear.

He raised his brows slightly, and turned his eyes to look at Old Stark with a lot of meaning.

"Okay, I see, thank you."

Watching the policeman leave, the interrogating policeman looked at Old Stark leisurely, with a slightly heavy expression on his face, "Mr. Stark, I think, I want to tell you some sad news."

"What?" He understood now.

He stared suspiciously at the policeman, wondering but couldn't believe it.

"Your assistant came here just now, bringing a shocking news."

"Mr. Little Stark's uncle, after hearing the news that you and Little Stark were arrested, he died of a heart attack..."

Old Stark's beard was stiff, staring at the policeman, his eyes flickered, he shook his head, and slammed his fists on the table, "Impossible!"

His face was full of incredulity, not only shock, but also fear.

The policeman looked at him indifferently, "You and Little Stark are both locked up here. The Stark Group is fighting very hard now. Your brothers, brothers and nephews are fighting to the death now, you say Can he not have a heart attack?"

Even in the police station, old Stark can predict the situation outside.

The infighting in the big group has never stopped, let alone the prosperous Stark family.

No one wants to be oppressed, and no one is willing to be led by the nose by Stark and his son. Everyone wants to be a leader, so when the opportunity comes, who is willing to shrink back?

Little did they know, they fell into Fu Sichen's trap for their infighting.

Old Stark sat on the chair as if he had collapsed, his body was limp, and he said in a voice so soft that it was hard to hear, "It's over..."

The policeman stared at him leisurely, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Fu Cheng had already rushed to the United States, and quickly seized the market while the Stark family was fighting among themselves.

The news of Starkey's uncle's death spread in the business and political circles for a while, and many partners chose to save money with Starkey Group and cooperate with Pumice Group almost without hesitation.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The members of the Stark family fought openly and secretly, and finally pushed a junior to power.As shrewd as old Stark, he was eventually defeated by the four major families, let alone a junior.

In contrast to the power of the Pumice Group, the foreign part is not too much affected by the domestic influence. Instead, it seizes the market to seize business opportunities, and its development is better than before.

In the domestic market, everything is picking up.

Old Stark and Stark were about to be sent back to the United States. The two walked together, and the father and son looked at each other tacitly, with an evil smile on the corner of their mouths.

……

The public opinion of the Pumice Group is going in a good direction. Photos of Fu Sichen and Ni Jiaren walking out of the Pumice Group at the same time were also released, showing that the relationship between the husband and wife is very strong.

There are still scolding voices, but very few.

Ni Jiaren's studies are still going on, she still has to spare time to watch the video of the teacher's class, and finish the homework assigned by the teacher, she dare not be vague at all.

While she was drawing a picture, the mobile phone rang.

Field?
He is in Europe recently, there are several architectural design exhibitions, and he is very busy traveling around.However, he did not forget to call to inquire about the situation during the process.

Dick is not in good health recently, perhaps due to the change of seasons, unable to travel long distances, so he has to push things to Field.

"Brother."

"Beauty, how are you doing?" Field's clear voice came.

"It's not bad. What about you? I heard that the teacher is not in good health recently. I'm still thinking about when to go to the United States."

Field joked, "You can't see me when you go, I'm helping the old man hold a meeting in Europe."

Ni Jiaren laughed.

"However, you don't need to rush back to the United States recently. After a while, you will go back."

"Huh?" Ni Jiaren was puzzled.

"Congratulations, beauty, you won the last design competition."

Ni Jiaren was stunned, and didn't realize the design competition for a while.It took a long time for the news to come to her mind.

"Really?" She belatedly said in surprise.

"Of course, the score of No.2 is not much different from that of No.1." Field said proudly, wishing that he was the one who won the prize, "The news will come out in a while, the original manuscript of your drawing has been returned to the pumice stone , you can go and get it."

This is the most humane part of this competition.

For general contests, manuscripts will not be returned.However, in this architectural competition, the original manuscript will be used for scoring, but only the scanned copy will be left, and the original manuscript will be returned in the same way.

Joy instantly overwhelmed all her other emotions, the corners of her mouth couldn't restrain her upward movement, and she didn't care about the manuscript anymore.

"Brother, thank you, I am very happy."

Hearing this, Field also laughed, "You don't want to know who the person with a higher score than you is?"

"It doesn't matter. There are many people who are better than me. I am very satisfied to get this result." Ni Jiaren said.

She has always known that she is not the most talented designer, nor is she the hardest working designer, so it is normal for someone to walk ahead of her. All she can do is to work hard slowly and try to catch up with them.

"Tch, I really didn't pursue it."

Ni Jiaren, "..."

"Then who is No.1?"

"Of course it's your senior brother!"

"..." Finally, he knew where his pride just now came from.

"Brother, congratulations!"

"No, I've held it for two years, and next year will be yours." Field said without humility, almost confirming the next champion.

Ni Jiaren was a little taken aback, and didn't know how to reply, as if this award was prepared for Master Dick's disciples.

As if he had read her mind, Field asked again, "Do you know who my previous two champions were?"

"It's Bourne." She had followed this competition before and remembered the names of the winners.

"Did I not tell you that Bourne is the old man's eldest disciple?"

Ni Jiaren, "..."

"So... this competition is really for the teacher's apprentice?" She asked suspiciously.

Field paused for a moment, and replied speechlessly, "That means we are strong. Let the teacher know your reasoning, and you may be expelled from the teacher tomorrow."

"I was wrong……"

For four consecutive years, the championship has been contracted by Master Dick's disciples. It is inevitable that there will be such thoughts, okay?
There was a voice on the phone urging him to hold a meeting. Ni Jiaren smiled slightly and said, "Brother, you go to the meeting first, and we will celebrate together when I arrive in the United States."

"Okay, the old man has prepared a big gift for you."

After speaking, he smiled and hung up.

Ni Jiaren couldn't catch the ending and asked what the surprise was, but she would know in the end.

The "moment" that Field said was really only a moment. She had just hung up the phone when the call from the Pumice Group came in.

"Ma'am, I am the architectural design assistant of Pumice, congratulations on winning No.2 in the architectural competition."

"Thank you." Ni Jiaren replied slightly embarrassed.

Obviously she was telling her a very rigid matter, but she was called "Madam" when she spoke, which made her somewhat uncomfortable, and always felt that public affairs and private affairs were mixed together.

"Madam, the manuscript has been returned to the group. Should we have someone send it back to you, or let Mr. Fu take it back for you?"

Ni Jiaren, "..."

Generally, the contestants are allowed to pick it up by themselves.

"It's okay, I'll go get it myself."

"It's... Ma'am, it's okay. It's very convenient for us to have someone deliver it to you. You don't need to make a special trip." The design assistant was very panicked, fearing that he might offend her by saying something wrong.

Ni Jiaren was helpless, "I'll just take a walk, get it yourself, please."

"……OK."

She just wanted to be the same as usual, and she hardly had time to go out, so it would be nice to find a reason to go out.

"Aunt Qin, I'm going out soon, please ask the driver to pick me up."

"Madam, where are you going? Are you alone?" Aunt Qin came out of the kitchen, brought a plate of snacks, and placed them in front of Ni Jiaren.

"Well, I'll go to the pumice stone."

Hearing this, Aunt Qin felt relieved, "Okay, then I'll get the driver over right away."

Aunt Qin called the driver, thinking that she might go out to eat with Fu Sichen, so she asked, "Is the wife coming back for lunch?"

"Yes, I'll be back in a while."

"it is good."

The driver took Ni Jiaren to Fushi, but Fu Sichen was not there, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She had just arrived at the architectural design department, took the manuscript, and was about to leave when she received a call from Fu Sichen.

(End of this chapter)