Old Man Fu's Wrath

Paris, France.

"President Fu, are we returning to Beijing today?" Assistant Li asked as the two walked out of the construction site.

The two men were tall and elevated. They were also corporately dressed. They were especially eye-catching in the group of people running around the site in their work clothes. Everyone looked shabby and dusty due to the sun and the work in progress but they were different.

Fu Tinghao lifted his wrist to check the time on his wristwatch. He seemed to be contemplating for a moment before he shook his head. "It's already late. Book a hotel."

Assistant Li immediately did as he was told. "Alright, boss."

He immediately took out his phone and went to the side to make a call. Fu Tinghao continued to walk through. He walked to the garage where his car was parked.