1947: International Fei

International Fei

Mo Fei: [I'm at that bastard, Gu Juexi's cafe on the third floor in the mall. Come over.]2

Mo Fei: [Wait, compared to you, Gu Juexi is no longer a bastard.]

After sending the message, Mo Fei placed her phone on the table. She watched as the man opposite her removed his mask and retained his baseball cap.

It was Ding Junqi.

Ding Junqi pushed the document in his hand over and lowered his voice as he said, "These are the designers that I arranged earlier who are quite good in interior design. Also, underneath this is the information on a few major real estate companies. The CEOs of these companies are good people too."

Mo Fei reached out to take the document, opened it, and took a look.

Ding Junqi covered his face with both hands. "Feifei, why do you suddenly want information about these people?"

Mo Fei flipped through the documents and said calmly, "I plan to visit them and sign the renovation contract for their building for the next three years."

Disbelief filled Ding Junqi's eyes.

"What did you say?"

Mo Fei memorized all the information in her head after reading through the document. "I've decided to make my move. Since they're not giving me a way out, they can't blame me for going all out. If they want to remove the company's designers, I'll make up for it myself. If they want to take away the company's clients, I have a way to get better clientele. They dare threaten me? They're not worthy of that!"

The last sentence sounded arrogant, but she had all the right to be.

Ding Junqi did not really remember what happened the first time he saw his little sister, but he did remember how terrifying his little sister was when she went ham. Human lives were within her grasp.

Simultaneously, Ding Junqi knew everything that had happened at the company recently, and he was worried for Mo Fei. However, he did not expect that Mo Fei would suddenly approach him last night and ask for information on designers and real estate companies.

Right now, Mo Fei was just a useless weakling in everyone's eyes. Ding Jiaqi and Ding Haobei were waiting for Mo Fei to embarrass herself. They would keep waiting until they could obtain the seal and subsequently, Ding Enterprise. Even if they could not obtain the seal, they could easily poach Ding Enterprise's designers and clientele. If they took away these two things, it would be equivalent to destroying Ding Enterprise.

However, once the useless weakling launched her counterattack, it would be the most terrifying—because one was prepared for that.

"Feifei, what have you been through?" Ding Junqi looked at his little sister curiously. He was certain that she was doing subpar work and waiting for the end for real.

Mo Fei raised her eyebrows slightly. She continued to sit with one foot on the stool and supported her chin with one hand. "I just feel that the rats are getting too arrogant. Someone has to teach them what it means to be complacent."

"I've always thought that you only know how to talk with your fists." This was an honest opinion from her own elder brother.

Mo Fei maintained a relaxed expression as she kept the document in a bigger bag that she had brought with her today. This way, she could prevent Qian Yikun from seeing it.

"That's right. I also thought that I could always speak with my fists." Mo Fei sounded rather plaintive when she said that.

This time, it seemed like Ding Junqi had to reevaluate his younger sister. "Those people won't easily sign the renovation contract off to an average company like ours. After all, there are many better renovation companies than us out there."

"Whether they sign or not depends on who the designer is." Mo Fei, on the other hand, was International Fei. Unfortunately for them, she loved scaring those famed people like celebrities, business big shots, and—designers.

Ding Junqi shrugged subtly. These designers who Mo Fei asked for were well-known internationally. Perhaps it was possible if Gu Juexi was the one to approach them, but Mo Fei—

pqdm.com