Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 62 Let That Woman Be Mine

Around eleven o'clock, Song Qiyan's cell phone under the table vibrated slightly, and he received a text message from Zou Xiang.

Ms. Jin was still working in the office and came out to pour a cup of coffee midway.

At [-]:[-], a second text message came.

Qiao Nianzhao entered Miss Jin's office, and the two seemed to be arguing.

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows, and quickly typed out a series of words: Jin Ziqi is the center of everything.

Before pressing the send button, the phone vibrated again, still from Zou Xiang.

Yin Sanshao entered the office, but there was no movement inside.

Yin Sanshao... Yin Li? !

Song Qiyan's eyebrows crease more and more, and his heart becomes more impatient.

Delete the typed words and replace them with: Pay close attention to Yin Li's words and deeds.

After thinking about it, it was still wrong, so I deleted it and retyped: Find a way to get Yin Li to leave.

Just after sending the message, Zou Xiang's text message was received almost at the same time.

Su Hengfeng, Feng Qi's president, ran out of the elevator and headed straight for Ms. Jin's office.

"It's not over, one after another—"

With an annoyed growl, he scratched his hair irritably, completely forgetting where he was at the moment.

The report in the microphone fell silent, including the entire conference room falling into an unprecedented silence.

Song Qiyan sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere, and when he looked up, he found those eyes all gathered on him.

Even the manager of the technical department who was sitting next to him kept squinting at his mobile phone.

Song Qiyan hid his mobile phone inside, and looked at Song Zhiren's eyes that hated iron and iron, but just slightly turned his eyes away, but Song Zhiren's crutches stopped, and said coldly: "Then you should talk about yours." Goodbye."

Obviously, everyone present mistakenly thought that Song Qiyan's irritated complaint was about the head of the planning department who was speaking on the stage.

For Song's employees, Song Zhiren's attitude determines everything.

At least, in the Song Empire, no one dared to disobey Song Zhiren.

All the people present at the meeting were high-ranking members of the Song family, and there were many people who supported Su Hengfeng's succession to the Song family, and soon someone came forward.

Standing up was a slender intellectual woman wearing framed glasses - the person in charge of the Song's Propaganda Department.

Sitting next to her was Song Ranqin, raising her eyebrows with a look of watching the show.

"As the eldest son of the Song family, there is nothing wrong with joining the Song family." She paused, Ling Rui's eyes shot at the calm Song Qiyan: "As the spokesperson of the Song family's external image, I have the responsibility and obligation to maintain the Song family's positive attitude. upward image."

Song Qiyan lowered his eyes, arched his hands into a tower shape, and remained silent. This reaction attracted more attacks for him.

"Mr. Song, since you are a member of the Song family, you should learn humbly even if you have shortcomings in management, instead of being idle and even becoming a hindrance to the entire decision-making team."

The same tone of hating iron but not steel, added a look of contempt from the sidelines, which made Song Zhiren's face even more gloomy.

Song Ranqin saw that Song Zhiren's expression was not right, and hurriedly approached and cared in a low voice: "Dad, don't be angry, my brother has not been in the Song family for these years, it is inevitable that he is not used to it, just learn more."

As he spoke, he did not forget to cast a "distressed" and complaining look at Song Qiyan.

In the eyes of everyone, they are becoming more and more dissatisfied with Song Qiyan's successor candidate: Could this be the second ancestor of our Song family, the one who can't afford it? !
The person in charge of the Propaganda Department glanced at the faces of the crowd, and continued to strike while the iron was hot: "As the possible future successor of the Song family, your every move is directly related to the fate of the Song family, affecting the profits of shareholders and every shareholder of the Song family. People, the vital interests of every employee.”

She took a deep breath and continued: "If the future successor of the Song family can't even sit in the conference room for two hours and listen to the report, how can you make our employees trust you and work hard with you? If you can't restrain Your own words and deeds, the company and even the society will doubt your ability to manage a company, and then you will have doubts about the entire future of the Song Corporation, and these doubts are enough to shake the ups and downs of the stock chart."

"Since Mr. Song has already sat in this position, next time you attend every meeting, even every word and every action, please think of the 12 real estate companies, 15 high-end hotel chains, There are 97 large supermarket chains and more than 50 high-end office buildings, not including IT companies, home furnishing stores, advertising companies, and clothing companies.”

"Of course, there are also the [-] hard-working employees and their families in companies like Song's. The above is purely my personal opinion."

After finishing speaking, she nodded to the high-level executives who were deep in thought, and she sat down calmly.

It was done in one go, without even hitting a single choke, I don't know if it was practiced beforehand or innate ability!
Everyone is still trying to calm down the ups and downs of being said.

The person who was supposed to be too ashamed to lift his head raised his eyes, sat leisurely on the back of the chair, and glanced at the spokesperson with interest, with a sinister and presumptuous smile on his lips.

"Represents Song's every word and deed?"

He picked up the position card in front of the table and threw it in the middle of the conference table.

Under those surprised and displeased gazes, he continued in a neutral tone: "Then take this opportunity and let you tell me how to get from the position of the manager of the overseas development department to the chairman of Song's chair."

There was a low gasp in the audience, because of Song Qiyan's rebellious words.

Song Zhiren's hand covering his cane was trembling with anger, and he pursed his lips and stared at Song Qiyan's nonchalant expression.

Song Ranqin's heart tightened when she heard Song Qiyan brazenly express her peek at the position of the Song Clan's ruler.

It would be a lie to say that there is no panic, but that is her son's position, how could she give it up to others? !
At that moment, Song Ranqin squeezed out a hypocritical smile, and spat lightly: "Little brother, everything has a process, and it can't be accomplished overnight. Besides, Song's position as the person in power cannot be secured by just talking about it."

Song Qiyan's slender legs crossed comfortably, and he laughed, his night-like eyes shone with a faint cold light.

"What do you need? MBA? MPAcc? MAE? Or... a DNA test paper?"

Looking at Song Qiyan's humbly asking for advice, Song Zhiren couldn't suppress the anger in his chest anymore, and it ignited blazingly, and he tapped his crutch: "Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with me?"

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows, stood up with his hands on the handles of the chair, his tall and straight figure stood in the faint light.

The Swarovski black crystal inlaid on the cuffs of the black suit is low-key luxury, simple nobility, and a submissive temperament that is natural.

(End of this chapter)