It wasn't that she was afraid of being made difficult by others, but rather that she was afraid of messing up Yang Qingheng's plans and making her unhappy.
Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, pushed open the door and entered, following behind Song Hengjue, glancing indifferently at the shareholders present.
In an instant, the group of people who had been flattering Mo Ying fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.
This... it's not that Song Hengjue was in a car accident and his chances of survival are slim. He looks perfectly normal and walks briskly; he doesn't look like a sick person at all.
The shareholders who had just expressed their reluctance to let Mo Ying take over breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Song Hengjue.
Li Nian tapped her rounded fingernails on the teacup in front of her, making a few crisp tapping sounds, before lazily raising her eyes to look at Song Hengjue on the stage.
However, his gaze lingered on Yang Qingheng, who was standing next to Song Hengjue.
Tsk, the new secretary-general is really something else. I wonder if Song Hengjue has slept with him yet.
As everyone stared at Song Hengjue's cold face as he stepped onto the stage, little did they know that Song Hengjue was actually the most flustered person in the entire room.
He silently recited Yang Qingheng's words, entered the room, sat down, and put on a cold face.
He forced himself to look up, only to find a mocking gaze fixed on Yang Qingheng beside him. He didn't need to pretend anymore; his face instantly turned cold, his eyes fierce enough to kill, staring intently at Li Nian not far away.
"I never expected someone would be so eager to take my place. What, if I didn't come today, would I not even be able to get into the company tomorrow?"
The shareholders froze, all looking embarrassed.
Mo Ying's face turned pale; he couldn't believe it.
He clearly heard that Song Hengjue's car had been hit and he was bleeding profusely when it was pulled out. In that situation, he should have lost at least half his life. How could this have happened?
A chill ran up his feet, and he became somewhat annoyed.
Could it be that this little bastard deliberately didn't come, and then spread the news to lure them all out today?
Mo Ying thought about it more and more and more likely it was true, but then she felt something was off. Song Hengjue didn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.
Seeing that the others were intimidated, Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and nudged Song Hengjue under the table, signaling him to continue.
After all, he was only seventeen years old and hadn't experienced so many years of training. Song Hengjue's palms were sweating, but he pretended to be calm: "Since everyone has heard about it, I won't hide it anymore. I was indeed injured in the car accident last week and need to rest for a while. As for my position, Ms. Yang Qingheng will temporarily act as my representative, and I will assist her. Do any of the shareholders have any objections?"
Because of the previous business collaboration, Yang Qingheng's company has a certain reputation in Hai Province, making her more than qualified to represent the company. Moreover, Song Hengjue provided full assistance throughout the process.
Ultimately, the power is still in his own hands.
Several shareholders who already recognized Song Hengjue's abilities naturally agreed, saying there was no problem.
Mo Ying was furious at the sudden fall from grace. He stood up with a cold snort and said, "President Song, I don't think this is appropriate. How can we entrust the company's affairs to an outsider? How can we prove that she wasn't sent by a local company to steal trade secrets? If you ask me, this position should be given to someone we know well."
The shareholders exchanged glances, somewhat uneasy, having been persuaded by him.
Yes, although this woman is somewhat capable, she is not one of their insiders. Any shareholder they could pick and put in that position would be more trustworthy than her. They have common interests and would never harm their own company.
Song Hengjue's shoes under the table were pacing back and forth impatiently.
I started to panic.
Yang Qingheng pressed down on his shoulder, her emotions unreadable: "What you shareholders are saying is true. You can run away, but you can't hide. Would I ruin my company's reputation for short-term gains?"
He randomly gave Song Hengjue a look.
Song Hengjue's dark eyes swept over the people below the stage, finally settling on Mo Ying: "From the moment I entered, Mr. Mo has been eager to take this position, but as far as I know, for some reason, Mr. Mo misappropriated the company's working capital last month. What, do you want to sit in my position so that you can do things more easily?"
Fang Nan, with a cold expression, gestured to his assistant to send the evidence to the shareholders present.
Song Hengjue then added insult to injury: "I heard from a friend at customs that Mr. Mo is currently applying for a visa?"
He looked at Mo Ying with a mocking gaze, his eyes sharp as if he could see right through people's hearts.
The expressions of the shareholders below changed instantly, and they looked at Mo Ying with hesitation.
This involves both misappropriation of funds and visa processing; it sounds like they're planning to abscond with the money.
Even without evidence, the seeds of doubt had already been sown in the minds of several shareholders. Now, even the few minority shareholders who had just supported Mo Ying were silent.
They were put in their positions because Mo Ying promised them benefits. If Mo Ying stole money from the company, wasn't he just taking money from their pockets? They must be crazy to support a thief in taking power.
If that damn guy runs off with the company's money, they'll have nowhere to turn for help.
Mo Ying's expression changed: "President Song, that's not how you talk. I applied for a visa to visit a friend. Customs can check the records. They can't just guess who I am. What, next time we discuss a project, do you want me to give you a set of dice?"
“I said customs was handling the visa, I didn’t say anything else, Mr. Mo, you don’t need to be in such a hurry.” Song Hengjue’s smile was the best rebuttal he could give.
Mo Ying's face turned ashen, and he sat back down in defeat.
The matter was settled, and Song Hengjue led Yang Qingheng outside.
Not bad, you've all learned to improvise.
Yang Qingheng gazed at the man's tall, straight back, a smile and admiration flashing in her eyes.
But as soon as she closed the office door, the man revealed his true colors, turned around and hugged her tightly as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood, making her a part of him.
"That scared me to death. Being a boss is really tough." Song Hengjue buried his face in her neck, still shaken.
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