"Is the research department just sitting around doing nothing? Who are you trying to fool with this? Is this even remotely useful?" Song Hengjue sat there, his face extremely grim.
Since taking over their branch, Song Hengjue has always been relatively easy to get along with. Even when they make mistakes, he will give some leeway to the older members. This is the first time he has reprimanded them.
I don't know what's wrong with me lately, my face has been dark for days.
The person in charge of market research was sweating profusely, his forehead dripping down his neck, and he stood up tremblingly.
The crowd below dared not utter a word, shrinking their heads as if they wanted to bury themselves in the ground like quails, and secretly exchanged glances.
"I'll give you two hours to come up with a research and planning proposal. If you can't, you're out of here today with your lousy report." Song Hengjue's voice was cold as he glanced at the person in charge below.
He turned to his assistant and said, "Bring me the most recent documents."
Clearly, they wanted to supervise the person in charge until they finished, making the atmosphere even more somber.
"This is the contract that Shengxing brought over. Please take a look. This is the invitation we received from the Ming family today. It's for the Ming family's young master's 25th birthday banquet." The assistant had just finished speaking.
Everyone gasped, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone knows that the Ming family has been pressuring their young master to get married lately. They've already held several banquets to find him a noble lady from the capital. These banquets are really just social gatherings for young men and women. Putting this in front of President Song is like walking into a trap.
Sure enough, the next second, Song Hengjue's face turned even uglier: "You're the new assistant? You didn't come to the meeting the other day? Or did no one teach you how to do your job? Sending this meaningless invitation to my desk, are you implying that my job is too easy and inviting me to go dancing?"
"No...no, that's not it." The assistant was startled and turned pale.
Fang Nan frowned, waved his hand at him, signaling him to leave, and then winked at the people below.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly packed up their documents, and fled as if escaping, not daring to make a sound.
"Are you very free?" Song Hengjue glanced indifferently at Fang Nan beside him.
"Tsk, why are you so angry? It's not like I'm the one who caused you to not have a wife." Fang Nan clicked his tongue twice.
Song Hengjue took a deep breath, his mind replaying the events of the previous night, his frustration finding no outlet.
Seeing his irritable state, Fang Nan's dark eyes flickered slightly. He suddenly remembered how pitiful Song Hengjue had been, crying his eyes out while hugging Yang Qingheng a few days ago. He almost burst out laughing. He glanced at the invitation in the trash can and suddenly had a mischievous idea.
"I heard that Yang Qingheng has a good relationship with the Ming family. I wonder if she will go this time. If you don't go, it would be great if you gave yourself to me. I could catch up with her. Maybe if you fire me in the future, I can work for her." He sighed and joked.
Song Hengjue paused, the pen he was twirling in his hand, and gave him a cold look: "Don't try to test me with your sarcastic remarks. Yang Qingheng and I are ex-husband and ex-wife. Even if she wasn't married, I wouldn't have anything to do with her."
That woman said she was going to kill him. He's not a bastard, so why is he going to get close to her?
“Yes, yes, you didn’t have the mind to do that, and you didn’t secretly find her any investment.” Fang Nan nodded.
Song Hengjue was furious and kicked him in the leg: "Your eyes are dirty, everything you see is dirty."
He was doing it out of guilt, to make it up to her, but what did that even mean to him?
"Okay, okay, I was just talking nonsense." Fang Nan didn't believe him and turned to leave.
The conference room door slammed shut.
Song Hengjue was silent for a moment, his gaze lingered on the trash can for a second, and then naturally looked away.
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Ming family.
The banquet hall was brightly lit.
Yang Qingheng held her wine glass, looking at the lively scene around her, but she wasn't interested.
Mingyu said his younger brother was having a banquet today, and since they were both free, they decided to come and show their support.
Tang Bainian pointed to the desserts on the table: "Bored? Would you like to try some of these?"
Yang Qingheng loves desserts, and she nodded in agreement when he mentioned it.
Tang Bai smiled, reached for the fork beside him, and scraped off the top chocolate shavings.
"Thank you." Yang Qingheng accepted it with a grateful smile, not expecting him to remember such details.
No wonder he's a police officer; he has a great memory and excellent reflexes.
The warm and harmonious scene between the couple was observed by Song Hengjue, who was not far away.
The small business owner next to him couldn't understand his emotions and assumed he wanted to get to know Tang Bainian, so he flattered him eagerly: "This is Deputy Director Tang, and that's his wife next to him. They look quite affectionate."
They had no idea that their attempt to flatter had backfired.
He continued talking to himself: "As the saying goes, one must settle down and start a career. I'm sure Mr. Song's family is urging him to settle down. I have a young daughter who is 21 years old this year. She is a student at Nancheng University and has admired you for a long time. I wonder if I could have the honor of meeting you?"
"If you had put even a little of the energy you have for being a matchmaker into your business, you wouldn't have ruined your business like this." Song Hengjue glanced at him indifferently, picked up his wine glass, and left.
Fang Nan, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but give the boss a disdainful look.
If this old man had any ability, he would have come and negotiated a deal with them. Doesn't he know how dilapidated his own little company is? Where does he get the nerve to chase after their company to discuss cooperation?
They're now trying to sell their daughter to get a partnership? They really think they're fools.
Yang Qingheng had just finished half of her dessert when she turned around and couldn't find Tang Bainian. She guessed he had gone to find Mingyu or had been taken away by some other friend. She grabbed a glass of wine to cleanse her palate and was about to go out to look for him when a pile of wine glasses standing next to her suddenly collapsed.
She was startled and took several steps back, but still got a splash of wine on her.
The red patch stood out starkly against the pure white dress, and she frowned.
The waiter who was setting out the banquet was also taken aback and at a loss for words: "I'm sorry, madam, I... I didn't mean to."
"It's alright, just take me to change into a spare dress," Yang Qingheng said helplessly.
Generally, larger banquets provide spare dresses, which are not as good as the ones she buys herself, but they are still better than the terrible dress she is wearing.
The waiter nodded quickly and led the way for her.
"The changing room is inside, madam."
Yang Qingheng nodded and pushed open the door.
A pair of hands shoved her hard from behind and pushed her inside. Before she could react, the door slammed shut.
Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she snapped on the room light.
The man on the bed had a flushed face and stared intently at her, as if he were looking at a piece of fatty meat about to be eaten. She had seen that look on Song Hengjue's face just last month.
His mouth twitched.
The man, his face flushed, pounced on her.
Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes and took out a knife from her bag: "Alright, I know you still have some sense left. Come on, I'll stab you to death."
man:……
He was initially confident of winning, but when he saw her pull out a 30-centimeter watermelon knife from her bag, he was startled and felt a chill run down his spine.
Whose crazy woman is that!
He's making money, not risking his life!
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