Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Are you asking for leave to really find Suri to play with?" Fu Zhiyan frowned, and his piercing phoenix eyes were very beautiful.

  Han Xiaoye had an inexplicable feeling that he didn't dare to look into his eyes. He involuntarily closed his eyes and said uncomfortably, "Yes, yes."

   Going to the hospital to play is a kind of play, right? She's not lying, is she?

  Han Xiaoye persuaded himself, and suddenly felt more confident, "I'm really just looking for Rarity to play."

  Fu Zhiyan narrowed his phoenix eyes, just when Han Xiaoye thought he would not agree, he readily agreed, "Go, have fun."

   "Okay." She was overjoyed.

  Emma, ​​just scared her to death, she thought Fu Zhiyan knew.

   Also, she never said it, how could Fu Zhiyan know.

  Han Xiaoye put the hanging heart back in his throat.

  Fu Zhiyan got up at this time, "I'm going to work in the study, you should rest early."

   "You still have to work so late?"

   "There is something else."

  Han Xiaoye thought for a while, she had to go to see Rui Rui early in the morning, and she had to go to the hospital to line up for a check-up. There were so many things to do. Nodding, "you go, I'm going to sleep first."

"Okay."

  Fu Zhiyan went out and helped her close the door by the way.

   As soon as he went out, he met Kitty Fu leaning against the corridor. Fu Kitten has already entered junior high school, and she has grown up very quickly. Coupled with his cool temperament, he looks like a big boy. At this moment, he was leaning against the stairs with his hands in his pockets, handsome and unstoppable.

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at him and frowned, "Go to the study and speak."

   Kitten Fu automatically followed his pace and glanced towards the bedroom by the way.

  …

  The Fu family's study is very large, there is one on the first floor and one on the second floor.

   Fu Xiao is using the study room on the first floor, and Fu Zhiyan is using it on the second floor.

  The style of the study is the same as his usual style, simple without losing quality, and style without losing elegance. Fu Zhiyan walked to the coffee cabinet and poured a cup of fruit tea for Kitty Fu. Then he took out a bottle of champagne from the cabinet, opened it, poured himself a glass, and put it back in the wine cabinet.

   "What's the matter? Tell me."

   "Dad, lend me some money." Fu Muye got straight to the point.

   "Borrowing money?" Fu Zhiyan was not surprised, he took a sip of champagne and sat on the sofa, calmly asked, "How much?"

"Fifty million."

  Fu Zhiyan knew that he was trading stocks with Sinanqing. He was not surprised by this number. He just raised his eyes lightly and asked indifferently, "Do you know how old you are now?"

   "10 years old, soon to be 11 years old."

   "Do you think a normal parent would give a ten-year-old child so much money?" Fu Zhiyan asked him back.

   Fu Muye pursed his lips, no.

   "But this is a really good opportunity, and I don't want to miss it. I'll give it back to you."

Fu Zhiyan glanced at him and touched his thin lips, "As a father, it is normal not to give such a large sum of money to a young child, for fear of safety issues. As a businessman, you have nothing, and I don't think it's worth it. Invest fifty million."

   Kitten Fu clenched his fists, unable to hide his disappointment.

   Sure enough?

   In fact, he knew from the beginning that it was impossible. He was too young. Even if he asked his grandmother for it, his grandmother would not give him that much money. But he felt that this time was really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he could seize this opportunity and make good operations, he would definitely make a lot of money.

  Damn, why is he so small, why is there so little money in his hand?

   Kitty Fu was so depressed for the first time.

   That kind of depression is different from the depression when he was a child that his father didn't care for his mother and didn't love him. That depression is a gap that a man is unable to grasp when faced with an opportunity!

   "But." Fu Zhiyan changed his voice, "I can give you the money."

   "Really?" Fu Muye's eyes lit up!

   After all, he is still a child, no matter how precocious he is, he is still a child. In front of an old fox like Fu Zhiyan, it is inevitable that he cannot hide his emotions.

  Especially when I encounter something that I already thought was hopeless, and suddenly burst out with hope, it is even more difficult to hide my excitement.

   But he is already well controlled, at least much better than the average adult.

   "What are the conditions?"

   Fu Zhiyan's thin lips twitched, and Eagle's eyes flashed.

   Yes, I also know the conditions to ask him.

   "I want 60% of your profits."

  "..." is too cruel!

  Fu Muye was reluctant, "Daddy, bank loans generally only count as interest, and the interest cannot exceed 3% of the principal. You want me 60% of the profit, is it too much?"

   "Can you borrow fifty million from the bank?"

   "But... even if it is a loan shark, your interest requirements are too high?" Fu Kitten was reluctant.

   He worked hard for almost a year before he got this chance. In the blink of an eye, his own father was going to eat more than half of the fruits of his labor without blinking an eye. Kitty Fu was very reluctant, especially reluctant.

  Fu Zhiyan calmly said, "You can borrow usury."

   How could he, a 10-year-old child, be able to borrow a loan shark!

  If he could borrow loan sharks, he would definitely not come to find such a pitiful father!

   Fu Muye gritted his teeth, "Okay, 60% is 60%!"

   You can't earn a dime without the principal, at least 40%. When he has 40% of the money this time, and he invests well, he will not be so miserable by the principal in the future.

   I can’t bear the child without the wolf, the money, and the father’s money.

   He kept persuading himself, and finally felt a little better in his heart.

  Fu Zhiyan knew that he would agree, got up and brought him the notebook and put it in front of him, "How sure are you?"

   "70%."

   He thought that the little guy would say 100%, but he was relieved to hear him say 70% so pertinently.

   Actually, 50 million is not a lot of money for him, and he doesn't lack the interest of Fu Muye. His main purpose is to cultivate his awareness that everything needs to be paid. Don't let him form the character of the second generation ancestor of some young boys in the circle.

   Money, he can give.

  Investment, he also supports investing.

   But one yard is one yard, he must let him know the hard work of making money.

   "70%? That's it. So, to me, investing in you equals venture capital. So, then, you need to pay me an additional 5% in dividends."

  “…”

   Kitten Fu really wanted to ask if he picked it up from the trash can.

   But he was afraid to ask, his own daddy's own father would add it to the top. In order to protect his last wife, he gritted his teeth, "Okay."

   "There's a computer, you draw up the contract yourself. Sign it and put it there, I'll have Andy transfer the money to your account in a moment."

   Kitten Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Daddy."

   Anyway, there is still 35%.