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In the empty office, only the hot coffee on the table is steaming.

Song Tingchen stood in front of the huge floor to ceiling window with thousands of feelings. Through the glass window, he could feel the excitement and excitement of the outside world. Only his office was silent to terrible, more specifically, his heart was quiet to terrible.

Huang Zhiming pushed the door and came in. He looked pale. Looking at Song Tingchen's back, he said, "President song, something's wrong with his wife!"“ What did you say? " As soon as song Tingchen changed his usual composure, he immediately turned back and asked anxiously, "what happened to Youle?"

"Well, no, it's not the lady. Something's wrong!" Due to nervousness, Huang Zhiming could not speak clearly. He looked at the newspaper in his hand and stammered, "it's Mrs. Qin. Mrs. Qin has an accident."

"Mrs. Qin?" Song Tingchen frowned. He grabbed the newspaper in Huang Zhiming's hand.

It was a newspaper in s city. Song Tingchen didn't find the key point for the moment. He took the newspaper and frowned at Huang Zhiming in doubt.

"Here, Mr. Song, look here." Huang Zhiming took the newspaper and pointed to the missing person in the corner of the newspaper: Ms. Wu Huizhen is critically ill. Please hurry back with her lost husband Qin Huai and daughter Qin Youle.

"What's going on?" Song Tingchen's father-in-law was confused. He looked at it carefully again and asked, "who sent this? What happened to Mrs. Qin? "

"Mrs. Qin is indeed hospitalized." Huang Zhiming swallowed his saliva and said nervously, "moreover, she is now controlled by our song Dong in the hospital."

"What are you talking about?" Song Tingchen looked at Huang Zhiming in disbelief. His hand tightly grabbed the newspaper in his hand, and a burst of fear rose in his heart.

"Mr. Song, Mo Xiong took someone to control Mrs. Qin." Huang Zhiming looked at Song Tingchen and explained, "we also just got the news. Mo Xiong is from Song Dong. I think if there was no song..."

Song Tingchen raised his hand and interrupted Huang Zhiming. He was thinking about all this.

Huang Zhiming's eyes have been following song Tingchen. He knows the relationship between song Tingchen and Qin Youle, so he has his idea of song Lixian's practice.

"Zhiming, isn't Mrs. Qin in danger now? Still in treatment? " Song Tingchen suddenly looked up at Huang Zhiming and said, "anyway, Mrs. Qin will rob me from my father."

"This..." Huang Zhiming was obviously embarrassed on his face. He shook his head and said without confidence. "President song, you know, Mo Xiong's men are fierce. There is really no good way to rob people from the hospital. It's too difficult to deal with Mo Xiong."

"I don't care how hard it is!" Song Tingchen insisted, "never let my father control Mrs. Qin, otherwise Qinhuai and Youle can only be controlled by him and slaughtered by him!"

Song Tingchen remembered what Qin Youle had said before he left. He began to believe that there might have been a very fierce struggle between the two families.

"I'll find a way." Seeing that song Tingchen insisted, Huang Zhiming nodded, "but it seems that Song Dong is likely to take action these days. We should speed up."

Song Tingchen touched his ring finger. There was no ring on it, but he would subconsciously touch that position every time. After a long time, he slowly ordered, "Zhiming, send someone to follow my father every day, and then send someone to follow Lao Fang every day."

"Do you think the board of directors song will come forward in person?"

Song Tingchen shook his head uncertainly: "I don't know, but since it takes so much trouble to get Qinhuai and Youle, I think he should come forward in person. At least, if Mo Xiong had news, he would be abnormal. "

Huang Zhiming agreed and nodded.

"By the way, Mo Xiong let people continue to stare, but be careful." Song Tingchen's pupils narrowed. He looked out of the window and whispered, "Mo Xiong has been an old hand for a long time, and he has been with my father for more than 20 years. I think it's possible to hear something about that year."

"General manager song," Huang Zhiming hesitated and asked, "general manager song, I'm afraid we'll do this. Does the board of directors song have any opinion?"

"Contradictions are inevitable." Song Tingchen sighed with a little sadness, "but I'm also for his good. It's not a good thing to continue to kill people. Moreover, as long as I'm here, no matter who wants to hurt Youle, I won't allow it."

Although his words were slow, his tone was very firm.

Hearing song Tingchen's words, Huang Zhiming smiled on his face. He nodded and said, "fortunately, in the past three years, we have also trained some of our own people. We should still be able to top it for a while."

Song Tingchen and Huang Zhiming looked at each other and smiled.

To do business in S City, we should not only have a shrewd mind, but also have enough courage and insight. Although the competitive relationship has eased a lot, some people will still use indiscriminate means to crack down on competitors.

When song Tingchen first took office, he encountered a poisonous hand. If song Tingchen hadn't had two sons, he might have been disabled in those years. After that incident, song Tingchen consciously cultivated a team belonging to him, which also wandered in the gray area.

After three years of training, this team is second only to the team led by Mo Xiong, but it has always been a secret. Even song Lixian didn't find it.

"Call hui'er in." Song Tingchen rubbed the newspaper and threw it into the wastebasket.

Although song Lixian released the news that Wu Huizhen was critically ill, it is still unknown whether he can lure Qin Youle and Qin Huai out. Song skylight version is not worried about Qinhuai. He knows that with Qinhuai's qualifications, he should be able to identify it soon. This is a trap. He is worried about Qin Youle. Qin Youle, who attaches so much importance to his family, is likely to rush in.

"Mr. Song, you are looking for me." Zheng Huier also glanced at Huang Zhiming.

"Oh," song Tingchen asked carelessly as he calmly thumbed through the documents in his hand, "how are you doing?"

Now it was Huang Zhiming's turn to wonder. He picked his eyebrows and looked at Zheng Huier suspiciously.

Zheng Huier was stunned at first, and then quickly responded: "President song, you mean contacting major shareholders, don't you?"

Song Tingchen nodded slightly and said to go on.

"Mr. Song, wait a minute." Zheng Huier quickly stepped out of the office door in high heels, took a document and came back. She gently put the document on the table and said playfully, "Mr. Song, look at my summary."

"Here you are." Zheng Huier raised her eyebrows and gave a copy of the document to Huang Zhiming.

"I have too!" Huang Zhiming opened the document in his hand with a smile and exclaimed.

Song Tingchen picked up the document, which was an estimate of shareholders' divestment and directors' intention to leave, and made it very clear. Song Tingchen couldn't help smiling. He cleared his throat and asked happily, "tell me how this estimation table was made."

"Didn't you call them? I've counted the feedback. Basically, everyone is very satisfied with you. The profit increase of Chenxi in the past three years is very objective. It has increased from the original 10% to 20%, which can not be explained by coincidence. "

Song Tingchen cleared his throat again, touched his chin and said, "be simple and clear."

"Oh!" Knowing that song Tingchen was embarrassed, Zheng Huier inexplicably felt like laughing. She continued, "moreover, I evaluated the anti risk ability and risk-taking degree of each shareholder, and finally came to this table."

Huang Zhiming nodded thoughtfully: "it turned out to be this matter. President Song, didn't you also send me to learn about the capital situation of various shareholders in private? My conclusion is basically consistent with Huier's document."

"These are small shareholders." Song Tingchen gently tapped the solid wood table with his left hand. He frowned and analyzed, "but it is precisely because these people don't hold much shares that they have a stronger desire to go."

Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier nodded in recognition. As a major shareholder, Chenxi's profit is not low now. They are happy to invest here and reap the benefits of fishermen without taking risks. However, those shareholders who hold a small number of shares have more impulse to fight and hope to turn over and make a lot of money.

"What about the directors? Zhiming, tell me your opinion. " Song Tingchen whispered, "what we want is not only capital, but also senior executives who can take it away to manage the company for us."

"Mr. Song, the characteristic of our company now is that the senior management tends to be younger." With a faint smile on his face, Huang Zhiming said, "the advantage of being younger is the ability to innovate. I think most people will prefer young leaders like you. After all, older people will be more conservative, and there is not enough room for everyone to show. "

Song Tingchen was very satisfied. He stood up and went to the French window and said in a low voice: "Zhiming, Huier, I can go out and start my own business just this time."

Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier looked at each other seriously.

After two quarrels with song Lixian and being threatened to be removed from the post of president, song Tingchen has begun to prepare to go out on his own. Chenxi is an indestructible group, but it was not founded by him, and he doesn't know how many years he will have to wait to really control the company.

In order not to continue to be controlled by song Lixian and to be more assertive every time, song Tingchen ordered his subordinates to move secretly. He knows that if he wants to work alone, he must take some funds and people away at dawn, otherwise he can't make any climate alone.

"President song, I believe we can." Huang Zhiming is encouraging song Tingchen and encouraging him. "Judging from the current situation, you are still very optimistic. You are already the sign of dawn."

Song Tingchen put his hands in his pockets and didn't speak. Today is the last day of this year. He hopes that all misfortunes can be expelled and left this year.

Outside the window, it was the sun at ten in the morning. The sun shines on song Tingchen through the window, driving away the cold on him and giving him a trace of heat.