Chapter 312 Since She Likes It, It’s Okay

The next afternoon, He Sang received a call from Li Zhen, saying that Mrs. Huo had gone to the confinement center to visit her.

Zeng Mingwei had never met the Huo family before. They only met occasionally at occasional events and were just acquaintances.

The business world is a vast circle, divided into countless smaller circles. Small circles emphasize rapport, personal connections, and shared interests, while larger circles focus on superficiality, managing matters, and adhering to the principle of "spending money, talking, but not putting heart into it." All influential couples of some note belong to the same large circle, but at most have two or three smaller circles. Li Zhen and Mrs. Huo belong to different smaller circles and don't interact privately. They only call to greet each other on weddings and funerals, and then send gifts through their secretaries, capped at six figures.

Mrs. Huo's personal appearance was a great honor.

After all, the Huo family has become very prosperous, and they are able to do whatever they want in Hebei Province by relying on the towering tree of Liang Chihui. Zeng Mingwei has been on a downward trend in the past year and a half. According to the latest ranking at the end of April, he has been kicked out of the top 20 of the rich list.

"Mrs. Huo gave me a jade mat, one meter long and half a meter wide." Li Zhen was surprised. "She said jade is good for health. In the summer, when it's hot and humid, babies can't use air conditioning, so sleeping on a mat can prevent heat rash."

He Sang smiled, "Then you can take it."

"This mat is made of top-quality jade, worth millions!" Li Zhen excitedly said, "I'm benefiting from your influence. If you please me, you're also pleasing yourself. If Mrs. Huo gave you something too expensive, it would steal Liang Chihui's limelight. If she gave you something inexpensive, you wouldn't be interested. So she just gave it to me. I'm happy and will speak well of Mr. Huo in front of you. If you can persuade him, how can Liang Chihui treat Mr. Huo badly?"

He Sang drank a spoonful of donkey-hide gelatin and bird's nest. "Mr. and Mrs. Huo are good at socializing. Liang Chihui is suspicious. Without real skills, he won't be able to respect him."

"Mrs. Huo didn't stay long. The driver took her to Yunhai Building." Li Zhen was coaxing her son. The little prince was crying like a kitten, weakly. The nurse quickly carried him out of the room.

"There has been a major change in the senior management structure of the Liang Group. President Huo has taken over Liang Chihui's position. Did Liang Chihui's connections fall into his hands?" Li Zhen was curious.

"It should be."

Mrs. Huo was a well-known gossipmonger. When President Huo was the last vice president of Liang Group, she was nicknamed "Tractor". Even from a distance, she would laugh and cackle. Anyone who wanted to know about industry scandals could go to her.

Ms. Huo has now been promoted to the first executive vice president. She is also wary of speaking out of turn, and strangers can no longer pry open her mouth.

He Sang is different.

Yesterday in the weekly journal, Liang Chihui was publicly customizing her wedding dress and taking care of her burns. Mr. and Mrs. Huo have already regarded He Sang as the future Mrs. Liang. Although the little episode with He Yan happened, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the girl cannot threaten He Sang's position.

Liang Chihui took a huge risk to poach Liang Jishen's girlfriend, so how could he not cherish her and waste her?

He Sang's shameless attempt to pretend to be virtuous was not in vain.

At least Mr. and Mrs. Huo have one foot on board this ship.

By getting through Mr. Huo's connections, she could at least learn some core secrets of the Liang Group and Guanghe Group, and have another trump card to use to bring down Liang Chihui.

Such powerful people, if charged with one or two crimes, will only suffer financial losses and avoid disaster, and it is impossible for them to suffer serious damage. Unless many problems are exposed and the circumstances are complicated and serious, the chances of capsizing will be high.

He Sang gave up love, destroyed his own reputation, and went to great lengths to lurk by Liang Chihui's side. How could she be willing to do that unless he paid the price?

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In the evening, He Sang contacted the director of the drama theater and asked him to notify a dozen or so colleagues with whom he had a good personal relationship, and set up a party in the top private room of Yunhai Building.

The rules of the big private room are that it can only accommodate top-notch dignitaries, people of Liang Jing and Liang Jishen's level. Even the CEOs of large private companies are not allowed to enter. The manager did not dare to open the room without authorization and hurriedly reported to Ni Hong.

Ni Hong was settling accounts payable in the finance office. "He Sang wants a private room?"

"right."

"Who is she meeting?"

"The actors, stagehands, lighting technicians, a motley crew from the theatre."

Ni Hong sneered disdainfully, "How can a low-class actor be worthy of hanging out in Yunhai Tower? He has no idea how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is."

"Change to a private room?" the manager asked.

She didn't say anything.

The manager was afraid of offending He Sang. The news had basically spread throughout Hebei Province that He Sang was about to become the boss lady of the Liang Group. No matter how powerful Ni Hong was or how influential she was, she was just an employee after all. The boss lady was the real boss, and it was not worth it to stand on Ni Hong's side.

"Why not ask Boss Liang? If Miss He gets angry... I can't handle it."

"Look at what you have accomplished." Ni Hong walked out of the finance office in a bad mood. Liang Chihui was playing billiards on the B2 floor at that time. She took the elevator downstairs. There was a cheer from table No. 3. Liang Chihui cleared the table with one shot and put down the cue with a smile.

"Boss Liang's billiard skills are superb, comparable to those of professional players." The other boss picked up the cue, and Liang Chihui sat back on the sofa and drank red wine.

Ni Hong walked over and leaned over, "Miss He invited colleagues from the drama theater to a party and opened a big package."

Liang Chihui shook his wine glass and said, "Do as I say."

"Big bag!" Ni Hong thought she had misheard. "This group of people has lowered our standards. A true upper-class customer would despise it. A big bag is a symbol of nobility. Are you willing to share it with ordinary people? How cheap."

"Since she likes it, it's fine."

"Chi Hui——"

The man looked at Ni Hong with a sharp and gloomy gaze.

Her face turned pale, "I don't understand what you are thinking..."

"He Sang is the hostess." Liang Chihui stood up and left his back. "Just remember this. As for the rest, it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not."

Ni Hong came out of the billiard hall and returned to the first floor. The manager was waiting there. "Mr. Ni, what does Mr. Liang mean?"

She took a deep breath and said, "Open the package."

The manager was stunned. "This Miss He is very favored. She can get whatever she wants."

Inside the private room, the male colleague wandered around, impressed by the opulence of Yunhailou. "It's truly a paradise for the wealthy in Ji Province. Even a lamppost must cost tens of thousands of yuan, right? Sister Sang is a completely different person now. Even fancy places couldn't afford you before, but now you're inviting us."

The girl eating a fruit plate in the massage chair across from her was no longer a stand-in. She was the legitimate second female lead, a minor celebrity in the drama world, dressed beautifully and looking less timid. "Sister Sang used to be very low-key. The Third Young Master's identity is sensitive, and he's prone to getting into trouble in places with bright lights and wine. The Second Young Master is a big boss with plenty of money. As long as Sister Sang is happy, he can afford to spend 10 million a day."

"Stop talking nonsense." He Sang glanced at her. "He's not a money-printing machine. He worked so hard to earn his money. I feel bad if I spend 100,000 yuan a day."

The male colleagues led the applause, "Do you know why Sister Sang married into a wealthy family? She's smart, frugal, and far-sighted. You're blatantly asking for money. Are wealthy families fools? Why should they support you? You're fairies?"

"Ever since your girlfriend dumped you and got back together with her first love, you've been hurt and started to become cynical?" The female colleagues surrounded him and threw ice cubes and cream on his clothes.

At half past five, there was movement in the box next door.

He Sang opened the door and went out.

As Mrs. Huo stepped out of the elevator, she went to meet him and asked, "Are you entertaining guests at Yunhai Building?"

"Ms. He!" Mrs. Huo gave her a polite hug. "I'm here with Old Huo for a social event. Oh my... Business is so difficult. Even the underground banks are struggling. Old Huo has negotiated with three banks, but the interest rates are too high. There's another bank in another province, and if we can't get the money tonight, we won't be able to complete the task assigned by Director Liang."

"Liang Group is short of money?"

"No!" Mrs. Huo whispered, "The account is empty."

He Sang was puzzled, "You are teasing me again."

"Are you kidding? I'm so bored." Mrs. Huo dragged her into the private room. "Zhang Group has a billion-dollar project. Chairman Liang invested 300 million. After the funds were allocated, there was only 20 million left in the company account. The Liang Group is a dignified group, the head of the four major families. What can you do with this little money?"

He Sang's eyes widened. "Where's the money?"

"It's gone!" Mrs. Huo waved her hands anxiously, "You don't know?"

"Chi Hui and I have been together for a short time, and there have been rumors outside that I am greedy for his wealth, so I pay close attention to him and never ask about his assets." He Sang was very frank and treated Mrs. Huo as a close friend.

Mrs. Huo was flattered and even less on guard. "I asked Mr. Huo, and he said that the company's account was controlled by Mr. Liang. If there's no money, it must have been transferred by Mr. Liang."