449: Fu Zhi Is Really Pure Feather - 2

Fu Zhi Is Really Pure Feather - 2

Different people had different handwriting styles. Generally speaking, unless one was a professional imitator, it was difficult to perfectly impersonate somebody else's handwriting. 0

However, there was basically no difference between the handwriting styles of Fu Zhi and Pure Feather.

Everyone in the hall fell silent. 

Mu Chenxi and Xu Tongtong could not believe what they had just seen.

'Could Fu Zhi have known our plan the whole time and gone to learn Pure Feather's handwriting? Yes, that must be it!' 

The more Mu Chenxi thought about it, the more she refused to believe that Fu Zhi was much better than them even though they were the same age.

She looked down on Fu Zhi from the bottom of her heart and she thought everything about Fu Zhi was fake, so she was certain that Fu Zhi would be the one to get slapped in the face in the end.

On the other hand, Ouyang Ya's heart sank to the bottom of her chest.

Mu Chenxi was completely useless, and she should never have cooperated with her. 

Mu Chenxi had told her that Fu Zhi had scored a zero in her language paper and was terrible at English. However, she was actually capable of speaking fluent English, and her knowledge of history was far better than most people's.

This proved that Fu Zhi was a well-educated individual. 

Then, Ouyang Ya thought about the two books that Pure Feather had written, "Red Sun" and "Phantom Light". One of them was a war novel, while the other was a science fiction novel. Most writers of the older generation would not attempt to write science fiction, and only newer writers were bold enough to try it. 

In the past, Ouyang Ya had never connected Fu Zhi to the literary world, but now, things had changed. 

Song Fang, who was sitting in the last row, put down his arm when he saw nobody speak. Then, he rushed up to the stage and said, "She has finished autographing these books, so what are you still waiting for? Hurry up and ask your staff to take them away!"

Mu Changqing was so startled that he could not come around to his senses yet. 

As for Mu Chenxi, she took a book and flipped it over and over again before saying, "Fu Zhi, I can't believe that you would go as far as to learn how Master Pure Feather signs her name. Don't you think it is…"

"Didn't you already believe that I'm Pure Feather?" Fu Zhi cut in as she glanced at Mu Chenxi. "Why don't you believe it now? Are you having a psychotic break?"

Mu Chenxi did not believe that she was Pure Feather at all and she was certain that nobody in this hall believed Fu Zhi's crap either.

However, she did not know if it was a coincidence, but her maid had not bought the suona. Instead, she had borrowed it from the coffin shop. It would bring bad luck to one's family if they bought something from a coffin shop when they were not holding a funeral. 

Thus, the employee of the coffin shop had followed the maid to the banquet hall as well. He was still immersed in the wonderful performance given by Fu Zhi and he only came back to reality when he heard the words "psychotic break".

His eyes lit up, and he immediately handed a business card to Mu Chenxi. "You don't have to go see a doctor anymore, as no doctor could help you in your current condition. Why don't you use your money in a better way instead? The coffins in our shop are of the best quality. As long as you give us enough money, we could even put some emeralds on your coffin. Oh yeah, we also have a 20% discount on every Tomb-Sweeping Day, so make sure you pick a good day to die, miss."

Mu Chenxi was so stunned that she did not know what to say at all.

Song Fang gave the coffin shop employee a thumbs-up inwardly. 

Then, the employee was led away by the staff in the hall. Perhaps he had not sold many coffins lately, as he kept pressing the people in the hall to accept his business card and call him if something came up.

After he was led away, silence finally filled the banquet hall.

Mu Changqing did not care who was going to die or who needed a coffin at all. He was a businessman, and the only thing he cared about was his business. He knew how important the cooperation between Pure Feather and the Mu Corporation was. 

Therefore, when he saw that the autograph in the "Red Sun" copy in his daughter's hand was no different from Pure Feather's autograph, he did not know how he should feel or react. 

Try to imagine this: One day, your enemy or the person you hate the most suddenly becomes your boss or superior. One second earlier, you were still imagining that he or she was kneeling in front of you, calling you "Your Majesty" or asking for mercy, but in a moment, the situation suddenly changed, and you're the one who has to ask for mercy now. It goes without saying that nobody would be able to bear such a sudden change. 

Shen Changqing did not know how to explain his feelings right now. Of course, he was still hoping that Fu Zhi had no relationship with Pure Feather, but considering the current circumstances, it was impossible. 

Therefore, he took a deep breath to suppress the frustration in his heart, glared at his daughter, and turned to Fu Zhi with an ingratiating smile plastered across his face. "Ms. Fu is indeed the cock of the walk. It's amazing that you're so young, yet you can write about all the vicissitudes of the world and achieve things that others can't achieve in their lifetime. You've indeed set the bar high."

"Set the bar high?" Fu Zhi asked. "Well, what we writers can do is limited, unlike what the Mu Family can do. The Mu Corporation is a big company, and you can even donate money to the poor children in mountainous areas."

All businessmen were the same. They liked to flatter each other, and everybody liked to hear nice words.

Shen Changqing had told Director Liu about the thing he was going to do to Fu Zhi, so he thought Fu Zhi had come to bargain. Thus, he stroked his chin and said, "Well, of course. The core value of the Mu Family is giving back to society. A donation is just a small matter, and who doesn't want to help the poor students in mountainous areas? Ms. Fu, you don't have much money, so it's only normal that there's a limit to what you can do." 

"It's true. I'm poor, so I only donated 80 million yuan last month. Anyway, since the Mu Family's core value is giving back to society, and Ms. Mu said that you are going to make a donation this time, I wonder how much you have prepared. Can you tell us?"

Mu Changqing was stunned.

'80 what? 80 million yuan?'

His expression froze. 

'Who the hell would donate 80 million yuan, huh? Is she out of her mind?!'

"Ms. Fu, I know you want to liven up the atmosphere, but please don't make such jokes in front of everyone…"

Fu Zhi then showed proof of her donation on her phone and said, "Here's the proof. I'm afraid that other organizations might put the money in their own pocket, but I donated it to the charity organization of the Fu Corporation. 80 million yuan is not a lot, so I don't understand why President Mu would say I'm joking. After all, considering our status and identity, this is the least we can donate. Otherwise, if we really care about our money so much, we should just stop saying that we're kind and we like to help the poor. Do you agree with me, President Mu?" 

Mu Changqing was speechless. 

He did not know why the topic had suddenly changed from Pure Feather to donations. 

By the way, why were they even talking about donations? 

Oh, it was because of his daughter. She wanted to turn Fu Zhi into a laughing stock, so she'd said the Mu Family was going to donate to the poor students in the mountains.

Mu Changqing felt that he should really punish his daughter later when they got home. However, that could wait. Right now, he should think of a way to get himself out of this predicament. After all, there were many people looking at him now, and the situation was not advantageous for him. 

After a short bout of rumination, he said, "Of course, the Mu Corporation is going to donate a few hundred million…" 

After all, nobody would know if he donated it or not in the end. 

"That's great to hear." Fu Zhi nodded. "But there are a lot of haters on the internet nowadays, and I'm worried that they won't believe you, so I have arranged for a CCTV reporter to follow you in advance. They will follow you the whole way and record the entire donation process."

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