Sun Rong pursed her lips and shook her head.
Yang Qingheng's fair fingers gripped the pen so tightly that her nails turned white: "Have you found out who gave the order?"
She knew the Pan family's true strength; the fact that they could threaten so many newspapers into not reporting on it suggested that someone was behind it.
“It’s the Qiao family,” Sun Rong said angrily. “They said they are cousins of the Pan family.”
Yang Qingheng's back teeth clenched, and she threw her pen on the table with a clatter that sounded unusually abrupt in the quiet office: "The Qiao family really does reach everywhere."
"The Qiao family is everywhere, like a troublemaker." Sun Rong was so frustrated she almost died of anger.
Yang Qingheng sneered and turned around to comfort her: "Alright, take a break. The angrier you get, the happier they'll be."
Remembering something, she slapped her forehead: "I almost forgot, did you deliver the check I asked you to give to Song Hengjue?"
One thing at a time, she was resentful that Song Hengjue had sent her to the detention center for Xu Lan's sake, but it wouldn't be right for her to take the land worth a million.
"I gave it to them," Sun Rong said, perking up immediately when she heard her question. "But guess what they said?"
Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "Stop teasing me."
Sun Rong chuckled: "People say this land is an apology to you, and it's also compensation for the property you didn't get in the divorce. If you ask me, you really got a valuable marriage. If you hadn't gotten married, I think your ex-husband would have been pretty good too."
After rummaging through his bag, he pulled out another document: "Oh right, this was given to me by that brat Fang Nan. It seems to be some kind of restaurant shares."
"Even if this dog's mouth is edged with gold, it's still a dog's mouth." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at her, shattering her fantasy.
She earns money to enjoy life, not to feed a dog who gnaws at her head at home.
Sun Rong: ...
There is no way to refute it.
Yang Qingheng reached out and took the document. After reading the contents, she swallowed hard. It turned out to be shares in the restaurant from last time, and she was somewhat tempted.
She's been in the capital for so long, and while she doesn't particularly care about money, she desperately needs power.
Tang Bainian is certainly commendable, but he has only been back for five years, and his current position is already the limit.
She could tell from what happened that day that this restaurant held a high position here, and if she could become a shareholder, it would be very beneficial for her to get to know some influential people.
"How is it?" Sun Rong rarely saw Yang Qingheng looking so conflicted, and she leaned over in surprise.
Yang Qingheng pursed her lips and stuffed the documents into her bag: "Have the driver prepare the car, I'm going to Song Hengjue's company."
Boxiang, first floor.
Pan Zhen glanced at his watch and waved to the receptionist: "Can't I go up first? I know your General Manager Song."
"I'm sorry, but we can't let you up without an appointment. I'm just an employee and don't have that much authority. I hope you can understand." The receptionist smiled politely.
Pan Changshu's face darkened: "We already said we know him. Why are you, a receptionist, wasting your breath? Just let us go upstairs. If you waste our time, you'll regret it."
Where did this nouveau riche come from? How rude!
She smiled outwardly but inwardly looked down on them. She saw several small business owners like this every day, and they didn't even have the right to meet their boss. What was there to be so arrogant about?
"Alright, today I brought you here to see how to negotiate a partnership, not to shout and yell." Pan Zhen's temple vein throbbed as he cursed.
Pan Changshu finally calmed down, but he still glared at the receptionist with resentment.
The two waited until their bones ached, but Song Hengjue still didn't come down from up there.
"Hello, I'm looking for Song Hengjue." Yang Qingheng walked straight into the lobby and nodded politely to the receptionist.
The receptionist was taken aback and gave her a strange look. This was the first time she had heard someone address President Song like that here, in a light and casual tone, as if they were talking about someone insignificant.
"Do you have an appointment?" She smiled and inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards her.
Compared to that nouveau riche father and son, this woman was a real mood booster, making her feel comfortable all over.
"No," Yang Qingheng shook her head.
"Oh, isn't this the famous Mrs. Tang?" A mocking voice came from behind. Pan Changshu leaned casually against the table. "Isn't your lousy company a bag seller? It's not appropriate for you to come and talk about cooperation with Boxiang."
Yang Qingheng turned around and mocked him in the same tone: "Oh, isn't this Young Master Pan, who got angry and started spreading rumors after failing to pick up a woman? Instead of barking like a dog, you should spend some time thinking about how to sue me."
Pan Changshu's face darkened instantly: "Try saying it again with that mouth of yours!"
"It was indeed impolite of me to argue with a dog, and I'm sorry I accidentally made you so angry." Yang Qingheng covered her mouth and chuckled, her words enough to infuriate anyone.
Pan Changshu's fists were bulging with veins.
Pan Zhen grabbed his arm and stepped forward: "Mrs. Tang, is your speech always so sharp? When you go out, you represent the image of the Tang family. If I have the chance, I will talk to your elders. You, as a daughter-in-law, use foul language outside. You have no manners as a daughter-in-law of the Tang family at all."
Yang Qingheng chuckled, looked him up and down a few times, and only spoke jokingly when his face turned ashen: "I don't know if I have manners or not, but Mr. Pan, you are an old man, arguing with a junior like me, which does not show any of the manners you talk about. Hmm, what's a word that suits you?"
She paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh! It's called being disrespectful to elders!"
After speaking, he gave a shy smile, as if he were a primary school student who had finally shown off a little bit of his knowledge and was eagerly hoping to receive praise.
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