Blinded by greed

"Who could have done it?"

Song Yuchen insisted that Shi Yan lie on the bed. Shi Yan moved very carefully, afraid of accidentally touching Song Yuchen.

Song Yuchen was gently playing with Shi Yan's hair. When he heard her say this, he changed the subject subtly.

"You handled this matter very correctly."

There was a problem within Jingrui, so this was a good opportunity to clean up.

Upon learning that Song Yin had returned to Jingrui, Song Yuchen couldn't help but smile, "That's even more of a problem. The nickname of Song the Great Demon King wasn't given for nothing."

Song Yin is famous for being a troublemaker.

Song Yin did not disappoint his eldest grandson's expectations. Not only did he act domineeringly in the company, he also had to get involved in some projects.

Basically, all the work had to be redone and refined. During the time she was in power, the entire Jingrui was filled with wailing.

Secretary Wang brought in the documents.

Song Yin was reviewing the documents while wearing reading glasses. The moment he looked up, the glasses reflected the light. "What's going on?"

"Mr. Song, everyone has been complaining lately."

Song Yin took off her glasses and snorted coldly. This was the strategy of her and Secretary Wang. It was just the right way to make these people show up on their own.

The fox's tail will soon be revealed.

"Very good, it will be soon."

They wanted to take advantage of the situation to rob, but did they ever ask the old lady if she agreed?

At this time, several executive managers of the product department downstairs could no longer sit still.

All the projects they submitted were rejected. Manager Zhou tugged at his tie and fell on the sofa.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a secretary wearing a white pencil skirt appeared.

"Mr. Zhou, this old lady is really short-sighted. Everyone knows that all these projects of yours are for Jing Ruila."

"This old bastard not only doesn't want the project, he also belittles it."

Right now, President Jingrui’s life or death is uncertain, and everyone wants to take advantage of this opportunity to secure a better tomorrow.

Zhou Chen is no exception.

They took advantage of the chaos with the intention of dividing Jingrui. But who would have thought that the old woman had such a sharp eye and could see through their tricks at once.

Zhou Chen drank his tea, his eyes becoming fierce. "There's still no news about Song Yuchen. He's probably dead."

"There's only one old woman left in Jingrui Group. How long can she last?"

"Song Yuchen has no children, so it's only a matter of time before Jingrui Group collapses."

Zhou Chen's words and actions showed his arrogance. He wished Jingrui would go bankrupt so that he could go solo.

The projects he has on hand are all awarded by Jingrui, and when it comes to him, only a small portion is left, which cannot satisfy his ambition.

The secretary got into his arms and asked cautiously, "So what should we do now?"

"What can I do?"

His eyes darkened. "I've already started contacting the Ouyang Group. As long as I bring all of Jingrui's projects to them, I don't believe they won't offer me a high price."

The secretary was worried, "I hope this matter won't be exposed."

"Unless Guan Feng is a fool."

"Oh, just let this old woman wait."

…

In a teahouse in the city center.

Zhou Chen arrived late, and the store staff said Guan Feng had already arrived, "Mr. Guan is waiting for you inside."

Zhou Chen couldn't hide his smug expression. Now that Jingrui had no backbone, he was like a monkey claiming to be the king.

Of course, Zhou Chen didn't take the old woman seriously at all.

He pushed open the door and saw Guan Feng sitting there with an elegant demeanor. He blurted out flattery, "Mr. Guan is in such a refined mood."

Guan Feng was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with his coat casually placed next to him.

He was pouring tea, his sleeves rolled up a little.

Guan Feng sat against the light, his whole body hidden in the dark.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of him pouring tea.

This is a high-end club that pays special attention to privacy in discussions.

"Mr. Zhou asked me out. Is there something important?"

The tea was placed in front of Zhou Chen.

The water surface was shaking slightly. Zhou Chen was a carefree person, so he picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp.

Guan Feng looked at him and said nothing.

Zhou Chen respected Guan Feng in words, but in his heart he looked down on him for relying on women to get to the top.

Ouyang Lan's father died, but it actually made him successful.

But in the business world, there is no such thing as liking someone or not.

As long as everyone can sit down and as long as there is a trade of interests, there will be no eternal enemies.

Zhou Chen got straight to the point and said, "I have several projects on hand right now. The old woman has no vision, and I think Mr. Guan is an open-minded person."

"How do you say it?"

Guan Feng sipped his tea carefully and said casually, "Old woman? It's Mr. Song's grandmother."

Zhou Chen smiled instantly when he heard it, "Oh, by the way, I heard that Mr. Guan was good friends with the Song family when he was young. You must also know Old Lady Song."

Guan Feng didn't respond. Zhou Chen took a step closer and continued, "Well, you're an outsider to Jingrui's current situation, so you don't know the details."

"Tell me about it."

Guan Feng patiently poured him tea.

Zhou Chen ignored tea etiquette and continued, "Song Yuchen's life or death is uncertain. Old Madam Song is just trying to show off her experience. At her age, what does she know? What can she possibly understand?"

Guan Feng listened with a smile on his face.

"Now, capable people in Jingrui are running away. When Song Yuchen's death is announced, everyone will scatter like monkeys when the tree falls!"

Zhou Chen was very proud because he ran faster.

He's trying to make as much money as he can now.

Guan Feng stepped back slightly, his hands on his knees. Zhou Chen bent over and came over to light his cigarette.

"Boss Guan, are you clear now?"

Guan Feng's gaze fell leisurely on Zhou Chen, "Is that clear? As far as I know, Song Yuchen is not dead."

"Not dead? Impossible!"

Zhou Chen suddenly stood up, "How could he not be dead? You must be mistaken!"

"They kept the death a secret, wasn't it just to give Jingrui his last breath?"

"Oh, really?"

Guan Feng's eyes were very indifferent, as if everything Zhou Chen said had nothing to do with him.

His face was very beautiful, and under the dim light from the screen, it looked even calmer and more composed.

Zhou Chen couldn't sit still anymore. He came here today with the news that Song Yuchen was dead.

He wants to sell out his master for fame.

If Song Yuchen hadn't died, would he still be able to work in the industry?

"Mr. Guan, do you mean you refuse to cooperate with me?"

Guan Feng raised the corner of his lips. "I just took over the Ouyang Group not long ago. I don't dare to take any risks, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Chen cried out inwardly, "Oh no!"

The next second, I heard a bang behind me!

Zhou Chen was so scared that he knelt on the ground. He looked up at Song Yin with white hair and was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

"Old, old lady."

Song Yin stared at Zhou Chen like the King of Hell, a cold smile on his face. "I heard you call me an old immortal everywhere?"

She glanced at Guan Feng again, then quickly fixed her gaze on Zhou Chen. "Xiao Zhou, the company hasn't gone bankrupt yet. It's really unkind of you to sell it out for personal gain!"

Zhou Chen suddenly realized something and turned back to look at Guan Feng. "Boss Guan, did you tell anyone about this?"

"you!"

He pointed at Guan Feng and gritted his teeth in hatred.

(End of this chapter)