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After coming out of the Song family villa, song Tingchen drove directly to a high-end private club. In fact, tonight he made an appointment with several shareholders he thought he could take away.

Song Tingchen's black Land Rover slowly stopped in front of the private club. Immediately, a waiter came down to open the door. Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier were already waiting.

Zheng Huier is wearing a white skirt and a knee high red coat. Bright eyes and bright teeth are the most suitable way to describe her tonight. Although she has a child of nearly one year old, Zheng Huier is not only not old at all, but also has become more lasting.

"Is everyone here?" Song Tingchen asked as he strode forward.

"It's all here." Huang Zhiming looked at the time and said, "it's still ten minutes away from the time we agreed. I'm afraid you won't come."

Song Tingchen pursed his lips and did not speak. Tonight's negotiations are very important. If he can take away the shareholders who came tonight, it will not be a problem for him to start his own business. If he fails, his plan will be temporarily stranded.

When he reached the door, song Tingchen suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Huier looked at Song Tingchen and asked. She looked up and saw that song Tingchen's face was very dignified. It was like going to the battlefield, which made people feel dignified.

"Is everything ready?" Song Tingchen glanced at the information and laptop in the hands of Zheng Huier and Huang Zhiming and confirmed again, "tonight's negotiation is very important and can't make any mistakes."

Zheng Huier and Huang Zhiming looked at each other tacitly and nodded to song Tingchen: "there's no problem."

"OK, let's go in." Song Tingchen took off the scarf around his neck and gave it to Zheng Huier. He took a deep breath, winked at Huang Zhiming and motioned him to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, it became quiet inside.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Tingchen walked in with Zheng Huier with a happy face.

"President song!"

"President song!"

Seeing that song Tingchen was coming, the people present stood up and nodded to song Tingchen.

……

Three hours later, song Tingchen was alone in the room. These three hours made him feel harder than ever.

"President song." Zheng Huier and Huang Zhiming knocked at the door and shouted.

Song Tingchen closed the document in his hand, nodded and asked, "how about it? Has everyone been sent away? "

"All sent away." Until now, Zheng Huier and Huang Zhiming dared to smile on their faces.

Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier hugged each other tacitly: "great, finally they basically won it!"

Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier's smiles infected song Tingchen. Once he swept the haze on his face, he also showed a happy smile. After three hours of long negotiations, except for individual shareholders, they basically agreed to withdraw their capital and follow song Tingchen.

"Mr. Song, we can rest assured now." Zheng Huier poured three glasses of wine and handed them to song Tingchen and Huang Zhiming respectively. She raised her glass and said with a feeling of victory, "I think the top management of the company should basically take away all of us except Dong song's confidants."

"Cheers!"

Three wine glasses collided and made a clear sound. Anyway, they won the first war, which is a good sign.

It was early in the morning when I came out of the club.

"Mr. Song, I have to go back first." Zheng Huier looked at the time and said shyly, "there are children at home. We can't stay outside for too long."

"It's been a hard time." Song Tingchen understood and nodded, "just take two more days off and spend a good time with your children and husband."

Zheng Huier smiled and nodded. Her eyes were filled with a happy smile.

"Zhiming, take good care of President song. I'll go first." Seeing that the car had been opened, Zheng Huier winked at Huang Zhiming and waved to song Tingchen, "President song, I'll go back first."

"Be careful on the road." Song Tingchen watched Zheng Huier get on the car.

In fact, he envied Zheng Huier very much. He envied her full of vitality every day. It seemed that there was nothing that could make her unhappy.

Song Tingchen thought: a favorite job and a balanced relationship can probably form a life with hope in his life.

"President song, what's next?" Huang Zhiming shrugged his shoulders and said, "my parents have gone to my sister's house. I'm alone. If you want to go anywhere, I can accompany you."

Song Tingchen glanced at Huang Zhiming and said faintly, "it's a new year again."

"It's a new year." Huang Zhiming also looked at Song Tingchen's black Land Rover and said sadly, "my mother will start urging me to find someone again. Alas."

"Go to the square and have a look." Song Tingchen walked directly to the car.

"Go to the square now?" Huang Zhiming glanced at his watch. It was already more than 12 o'clock. He spread his hands and had to get on the bus. Who let the two bachelors have no place to go? Let's go to the square.

Although it passed zero, there were still many people in the square, and there were still many fireworks rushing into the sky from the square, blooming the most beautiful colors in the night.

"President song, get off?" Seeing that there were many people in the square, Huang Zhiming turned to take a look at Song Tingchen. He knew that song Tingchen hated to come to such a busy place most.

Song Tingchen silently untied his seat belt and got off the car.

"Hello, President song?" As soon as Huang Zhiming shouted, song Tingchen got out of the car.

"Mr. Song, don't go far. I'll stop the car." Huang Zhiming rolled down the window and shouted to song Tingchen. He looked around as if there were parking spaces far away.

"This little ancestor is really hard to serve." Huang Zhiming drives his car and anxiously looks for a parking space. There, he has to worry about song Tingchen's safety.

There is a large screen in the middle of the square. It is estimated that it should be used for countdown just now.

On the right side of the square, there is a very large memory wall, which constantly shows the group photos of lovers. Song Tingchen learned from the conversation in the crowd that the memory wall was left only when the couple stood in front of it just ten minutes before and after zero. People believe that through this ceremony, their feelings will be more lasting.

Song Tingchen put his hands in his pockets and looked straight ahead. Almost all the people passing by him were lovers in love or warm family members. Maybe it's because there are too few people alone, maybe it's because song Tingchen looks outstanding. In short, he still attracted a lot of people's attention.

Feeling that the mobile phone was shaking, song Tingchen took out his mobile phone. Unexpectedly, as soon as his mobile phone was taken out, a pair of laughing lovers ran over with laughter, and song Tingchen's mobile phone was hit to the ground in this way.

Song Tingchen looked coldly at the couple in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" The boy wanted to pick up song Tingchen's mobile phone. However, there were too many people in the square. Before he bent down to pick it up, he was pushed, and his foot stepped heavily on the mobile phone screen.

The three men looked at the bright mobile phone screen and slowly turned black.

"Sorry!" The boy picked up his mobile phone in a flash. He pressed the button hard, and the mobile phone still didn't respond.

"Is it broken?" The girl looked at her cell phone and asked nervously.

The boy nodded with a dark face: "no response."

The square was still noisy. Everyone was immersed in the joy of welcoming the new year, and no one noticed the sudden scene.

"What model is this mobile phone?" The girl was obviously a little flustered. After looking at Song Tingchen's dress, she looked at her mobile phone and said blankly, "this mobile phone needs at least seven or eight thousand?"

The boy nodded silently.

"I'm sorry, sir. I smashed your cell phone." The boy handed the broken cell phone to song Tingchen. He said dejectedly, "can you leave me a contact information? You see how much I need to pay. I'll go back and raise money to pay you. I don't have so much money with me now. "

Song Tingchen glanced at the girl. The girl looked very clever. The clothes she wore were very simple. At a glance, she knew it was online. Although the clothes seemed cheap, her bright smile and silver bell like laughter just now could make people ignore the outside.

Song Tingchen took out a paper towel and wrapped up his mobile phone. He looked at the boy and said in a low voice, "No."

"Sir!" Seeing that song Tingchen was about to leave, the boy insisted, "Sir, it was my mobile phone that was smashed and trampled. I should compensate you."

Song Tingchen looked back silently. He looked into the boy's eyes and asked, "are you still reading?"

"Sir, although we are students, this is our responsibility and should be borne by us." The girl holding the boy's hand looked at Song Tingchen and said stubbornly, "and we are college students. This is our responsibility."

"No." Song Tingchen stared at the girl's face and said in a daze.

Song Tingchen definitely looked at the girl, which made both girls and boys feel a little strange. The boy seemed to protect the girl behind him: "Sir, I will compensate you."

"President song, what's the matter?" When the two sides were deadlocked, Huang Zhiming appeared panting. He said nervously, "there are so many people here, I can't find you at all, and how your mobile phone is turned off."

Huang Zhiming looked down and saw the rotten mobile phone in Song Tingchen's hand. He blinked at Song Tingchen and then looked at the little couple in front of him. He stammered and asked, "what's the matter with the mobile phone? Was trampled on? "

"Let's go." Song Tingchen said faintly.

"Oh." Huang Zhiming turned around and was about to leave.

"Sir, you'd better leave your contact information." The boy still refused to give up. He looked at Song Tingchen's back and said firmly, "although I don't have money now, I will find a way to compensate you."

Huang Zhiming glanced back at Song Tingchen and immediately understood what song Tingchen meant. He came forward and said to the boy, "young man, we song are not short of this money. I think you are still students. You don't need to add this unnecessary pressure to yourself. "

"But..."

"There's nothing to be." Huang Zhiming said impatiently, "it's good to have a sense of responsibility, but don't be brave."