He eagerly approached her, and everyone would call him a lackey for that attitude: "Sister Yang, why didn't you tell me you were coming? Come on, come on, President Song is upstairs."
He then proceeded to take her to Song Hengjue's private elevator.
Pan Zhen was so shocked by the sudden turn of events that his mind went blank. He grabbed Fang Nan's shoulder in a daze and asked, "Assistant Fang, do you know her?"
"I don't know her, but I know you?" Fang Nan looked at the shiny, oily face in front of him and got goosebumps.
Pan Zhen awkwardly withdrew his hands, and was about to ask if he could go up with him when Yang Qingheng spoke up, her tone sarcastic: "I, a peasant, am not qualified to see your President Song."
What kind of trouble is this crazy woman up to now?!
Fang Nan trembled with fright, rubbing his palms together, and forced a smile, "Sister Yang, are you kidding me?"
Fearing she might be dissatisfied, he turned to the receptionist across the room with a dark expression and said, "Did you make Sister Yang suffer?"
"No, no, no, it wasn't me," the receptionist said, shaking her head repeatedly. To prove her innocence, she immediately named the nouveau riche father and son across from her. "It was them. They said Miss Yang wasn't worthy of going up, and... they said some very nasty things."
She glanced awkwardly at Yang Qingheng. She was ashamed to even repeat those words, but the father and son just spouted nonsense.
Yang Qingheng spoke for her: "These two said I came here today because I'm afraid of your CEO Song's bed. They heard that even if I were naked in front of your CEO Song, he wouldn't even glance at me."
"You!" Pan Zhen was speechless, not expecting a woman to actually say such a thing. "For a woman to say such a thing, you're shameless!"
He didn't know what it would be like if Yang Qingheng stood naked in front of Song Hengjue. He only knew that this crazy woman could strip Song Hengjue naked and throw him in the toilet, so she could probably strip him naked and throw him in the toilet too.
When Fang Nan heard Yang Qingheng repeat the story, his neck felt cold. Song Hengjue's wailing in the toilet was like a demonic chant echoing in his mind. To show his loyalty, he slammed his fist on the table and pointed at Pan Zhen in front of him: "Who are you? If my sister Yang isn't qualified to go up, then you, this rude old man, are qualified to go up?"
He waved to the security guards not far away and said, "What are you two doing? Is our company a garbage dump? If you let these two latrine trucks in again, you're both fired."
"Assistant Fang, don't worry, as long as the two of us are here, these two..." The security guard hesitated for a moment, "...the manure truck, don't even think about taking another step in!"
They carried the two of them outside.
How could someone be so rude!
Pan Zhen was so angry his beard trembled: "This is robbery! I want to see your CEO Song!"
He had always interacted with merchants in the capital, and even when speaking to his enemies, he always spoke with reason and evidence. He had never been treated so rudely before.
He couldn't believe that such a large company as Boxiang could operate in such a barbaric manner.
"Shut up, stop spitting." Seeing Fang Nan's increasingly unpleasant expression, the security guard reached out and covered the mouths of Pan Zhen and his son, forcefully pushing them out the door.
"Sister Yang, are you satisfied now?" Fang Nan crossed his hands over his lower abdomen, leaned forward slightly, and struck a pose even more perfect than that of a flight attendant.
Yang Qingheng was speechless. She glanced at him and walked towards the elevator reserved for Song Hengjue: "Don't pretend with me."
Fang Nan chuckled and followed with a carefree stride.
The girl at the front desk was left with a look of curiosity.
There aren't many women around President Song. She's been here for more than half a year and has only met a few. They're either business partners or the secretaries in his office. This is the first time she's seen Fang Nan fawn over her like this.
Reason told her that this woman might be a future business partner of the company, but her sixth sense was screaming wildly that this woman and President Song were definitely up to something!
Pan Zhen not only failed to discuss cooperation but was also insulted. He was so angry that he almost exploded. However, what he wanted to find out more was the relationship between Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue.
Turning to her son, she said, "You and Tang's daughter-in-law didn't go to the same school. Didn't you know that she knows Song Hengjue?"
“I’m not with her…” Pan Changshu subconsciously retorted, then a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered something, stroking his chin, “I’ve heard some gossip, but I don’t know if it’s true.”
Pan Zhen was already furious, and slapped him on the head: "Why are you dawdling when you're talking to your father!"
"Old Deng!" Pan Changshu covered his head, ultimately not daring to vent his anger on his cash cow. "I heard before that Boxiang's boss was with a married woman at a hotel, but the news was suppressed later. Maybe it was that slut Yang Qingheng."
“That’s it,” Pan Zhen spat. “What bottom line can a woman who sells her body to climb up have? She’ll climb up once and then do it again.”
"So, are we still going to discuss this cooperation?" Pan Changshu asked impatiently. "Every day, he's learning this and that. Why don't we just hire a housekeeper to manage the finances? Anyway, he has enough money at home to squander for a lifetime. It's really delaying his chances of picking up girls."
“Talk, why wouldn’t we talk?” Pan Zhen thought he was afraid that Yang Qingheng would affect the cooperation, and sneered, “Don’t you understand what men are thinking? Those who aren’t married are just playing around. Song Hengjue won’t take her seriously. As for work matters, as long as there is profit to be made, we will still cooperate.”
upstairs.
Fang Nan opened Song Hengjue's office door for Yang Qingheng: "The tea in the teapot is hot, drink it first, I'll go to the conference room and call Song Hengjue over right away."
"Don't interrupt his meeting, I'll wait here for a bit." Yang Qingheng stood with her hands behind her back by the floor-to-ceiling window. There weren't many buildings with more than ten floors, and a corner of her company could be vaguely seen.
When did this crazy woman become so polite?
Fang Nan was surprised and quietly closed the door: "I still have work to do, so I'll go ahead and get back to it. Call me if you need anything."
Yang Qingheng's clear eyes reflected the scenery outside the window, her pupils dilated, lost in thought.
…………
As soon as Song Hengjue left the conference room and headed towards the elevator, Fang Nan rushed over and blocked his way: "Brother Heng, where are you going?"
"Let's go to the store?" Song Hengjue pushed him aside, finding him in the way, without even pausing his steps.
Fang Nan coughed lightly and pointed in the direction of his office: "The madwoman is here."
Song Hengjue paused, then smoothly turned and strode towards the office, scolding, "You didn't tell me about something this big."
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