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"President Qin, when do you decide to leave?"

Qinhuai looked up at Sun Huo and said heavily, "I want to leave as soon as possible. If time comes, I will leave tomorrow."

"So anxious?" Sun Huo took a deep breath. He always felt something bad and worried.

Qin Huai took out a cigarette. He looked at the cigarette and didn't speak for a long time.

"Mr. Qin, you'd better smoke less." Sun Huo said anxiously, "in the past two years, your body has not been very good. The big reason may be smoking."

Qin Huai glanced at Sun Huo: "Lao sun, you le and I can't talk about leaving with anyone. Not even your family. "

"President Qin, I know the importance of things. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Sun Huo looked dignified.

"OK, that's it." Qin Huai stood up and went to the window.

"President Qin..." Sun Huo stopped again.

"Lao sun, have you been in s city for nearly 20 years?" Qin Huai said sadly.

"President Qin, we have been here for 22 years after the end of this year." With some sadness, sun Huo stood behind Qinhuai. "I have been here for more than 20 years and settled here. I have long regarded s city as my hometown."

Looking at the water Malone getting off the floor and witnessing the slow prosperity of the city, Qinhuai's heart is infinitely sad: "I've been here for more than 20 years, and I'm really a little reluctant to leave."

They stood quietly in front of the French window for a long time.

The next day, there was a light rain in s city. The cold rain and the cold wind forced pedestrians to wrap their coats tightly. There was hardly anyone on the road except those who had to hurry.

In Chenxi group, many cars stopped one after another. Today is the last board meeting of Chenxi group this year, so directors from all over the world came one after another.

29th floor.

"Mr. Song, the time is coming." Wearing a capable black suit, Zheng Huier quickly walked into the president's room. She held a stack of materials in her arms. "All the materials are ready."

Song Tingchen put down his pen and stood up. He put his hand on his suit coat and said calmly, "OK, is the chairman coming?"

"The chairman has arrived." Zheng Huier looked dignified. This was her first time to attend the board of directors with song Tingchen. She was a little nervous.

"OK, let's go." Song Tingchen walked out with an arrow.

"President song." As soon as he got out of the office, Huang Zhiming greeted him and the three of his party walked to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door opened, song Lixian's familiar face appeared in front of song Tingchen.

"Dad!" Song Tingchen nodded slightly and greeted song Lixian before entering the elevator.

Song Lixian nodded: "are you going upstairs for a meeting?"

"Yes!" Song Tingchen replied seriously that although he usually has a good relationship with song Lixian, song Lixian is very strict with him in his work, so they always get along with each other in a strict superior subordinate relationship in the company.

The elevator soon reached the first floor of song Lixian's office.

"Tingchen, come out with me." Before leaving the elevator, song Lixian suddenly said coldly.

Song Tingchen was stunned at first, then nodded quickly: "yes."

"President song?" Zheng Huier glanced at Song Tingchen.

"You and Zhiming go up first and show the information to the directors first." Song Tingchen ordered and followed song Lixian out of the elevator.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the office, song Tingchen hurried forward and opened the door of the office for song Lixian. What comes into view is a very spacious office. The installation inside is very simple. It is all black, white and gray. There is no other superfluous furnishings with a large desk, tea table and sofa.

"Dad, what can I do for you?" Song Tingchen looked at the time and said, "it's time for the meeting."

"What's the hurry? Sit down first." Song Lixian said calmly, "sit down first. I have something to tell you."

Looking at Song Lixian's mysterious appearance, song Tingchen directly asked, "Dad, just tell me what you have. It's still so mysterious."

"Tingchen, the board of directors is likely to put forward some opinions on you this time." Song Lixian patted song Tingchen on the shoulder and said earnestly, "you'd better admit your mistake first, you know?"

"Dad, isn't that why you called me here?" Song Tingchen glanced at Song Lixian and said with a smile, "Dad, I'm such a big man. What can I do to satisfy these directors? I know very well. You don't have to worry."

"That's good." Song Lixian said relaxed, "I knew my son wouldn't be bad. The so-called tiger father has no dog son. "

Song Lixian's words suddenly reminded song Tingchen of Qin Youle's words: are he and Qin Youle really cousins?

"What's the matter?" Seeing that song Tingchen was in a daze, song Lixian patted song Tingchen heavily on the shoulder and asked, "Tingchen, your state seems to be wrong. I think you seem to be haggard these days. Are you too busy?"

"No!" Song Tingchen immediately denied it. He looked at it and said anxiously, "Dad, it's time. Let's go up."

"By the way, your mother asked you to go home sometime. She missed you." Song Lixian strode forward and conveyed what Liu Min asked him to convey.

"Recently, there is no time. There are so many things that I can't find time to go back." Song Tingchen directly refused.

"You smelly boy, don't you miss your mother at all?"

……

Spacious meeting room.

More than a dozen directors sat neatly on both sides of the conference table, with song Lixian and song Tingchen sitting opposite each other.

Almost all the reports on Chenxi this year were completed by Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier.

"To sum up, our company's revenue in the second half of the year increased by 3% compared with the first half of the year." Before Zheng Huier's crisp voice fell, thunderous applause broke out in the conference room.

Seeing song Tingchen nodding to her satisfaction, Zheng Huier smiled and sat next to Huang Zhiming.

"Well done, Tingchen." After the applause stopped, song Lixian said faintly. He had a faint smile on his mouth. In front of outsiders, song Lixian was very stingy about his appreciation for song Tingchen.

Song Tingchen opened the document in his hand. He folded his hands and said quietly: "although the income in the second half of the year has increased significantly, the company still has some obvious problems. First of all, the most important thing is that we have too few artists, which is very fatal for our company. "

"President song is right about that." A director agreed, "now, more than 60% of our capital for making a film or making a film is on the remuneration to the stars, and the future trend is that the sky high remuneration of the stars will not increase long. If this artist belongs to our company, our cost can be lower, or at least we can make more profits. "

"Yes, that's it."

"Yes."

Many directors echoed.

"OK," Song Lixian waved to everyone to be quiet. He looked at Song Tingchen and asked expectantly, "what about your suggestion, Tingchen? What do you want to do?"

Song Tingchen pondered for a moment. He looked ahead and said calmly, "Dear directors, I have a suggestion for you to listen to and see if it can be feasible."

After a pause, song Tingchen continued: "our company has an artist studio. There are not many artists signed. The most famous one is Fu Zi, but she left our company for various reasons. My suggestion is to continue to recruit artists, and if they are popular. "

"Big stars are naturally good, but the cost is not a small amount." A director said anxiously, "it's a good thing if we can really make huge profits for the company, but if we can't, our company will bear huge losses. After all, our company is a film company, not an entertainment company. "

"Lao Wu has a point."

"However, since ancient times, high profits and high risks."

"It seems to make sense."

……

You come and go among the directors, and everyone has a lively conversation.

"President song, what do you think?" Huang Zhiming, sitting next to song Tingchen, asked quietly, "it seems that now it is divided into conservatives and progressives. The relationship is very close."

Song Tingchen glanced at the performance of each director, and he had some conclusions in his heart.

Suddenly, Huang Zhiming's mobile phone vibrated.

"President song, it's Xu Bo." Huang Zhiming said nervously.

Huang Zhiming's words made song Tingchen, who was originally relaxed and natural, nervous. He waved and said, "go out and pick up and see what he wants to say."

"Yes." Huang Zhiming immediately ran out.

"Mr. Song, have a drink." Seeing that song Tingchen's hands were tightly twisted together, Zheng Huier kindly pushed the water cup in front of song Tingchen. She also took a deep breath.

These two days, song Tingchen has been busy with the company. He has no time to pay attention to the crew and Qin Youle. However, because he was worried about Qin Youle, song Tingchen asked Xu Bo to send someone to investigate Qinhuai's residence and send someone to follow him there.

In the conference room, everyone was busy discussing the suggestions put forward by song Tingchen.

Originally, song Lixian was also seriously considering the problems raised by song Tingchen. However, song Lixian soon noticed that song Tingchen and Zheng Huier were unnatural.

"President song." Huang Zhiming came in with a dignified look.

"What's the matter?" Song Tingchen said anxiously, "what did Xu Bo say?"

Huang Zhiming looked at Song Tingchen and hesitated. "Xu Bo said that his wife and Mr. Qin were carrying their luggage as if they were going to leave."

"What are you talking about?" Song Tingchen suddenly stood up.

The meeting room was suddenly quiet, and everyone was looking at Song Tingchen.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Huang Zhiming hurriedly comforted: "President song, don't get excited first. I'll tell you in detail when the meeting is over."

Huang Zhiming wants song Tingchen to sit down.