Chapter 383 Don’t blame me for being ruthless
"When did I say I was in love, Sweetie?" Xu Sisi deliberately raised her voice and pretended to be angry.
"Yes, yes, Sister Sisi, I was wrong." Xiao Tiantian apologized to Xu Sisi with a playful smile, and the meeting room was suddenly filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
But then again, when will the overseas market expansion plan proposed by Xu Sisi be implemented? This question made me think deeply. Seeing that I was silent, Xu Sisi next to me guessed that I must be planning for the future development of the studio, so she said softly: "Now what we need to do is first of all not to let public opinion ferment at will. In addition, our own independent brand may also need to spend some money to hire people to endorse it to increase brand awareness."
Endorsement? I have considered this question before, but the current financial situation of the studio is quite tight, and I cannot afford such a large endorsement fee for the time being.
"We can discuss the endorsement matter in detail another day. The most important thing right now is to make full use of the land we acquired earlier and maximize its value." I said seriously.
After hearing this, Xiao Tiantian and the others nodded in unison, and then echoed, "Yes, we finally got that piece of land with great difficulty, and we must make it create the greatest benefits."
"That's right, let's work together to take the studio to a new level!"
After the meeting, Lin Xiaoxia took the initiative to stay. She walked over to me and said hesitantly, "Sister Mo, I want to discuss something with you. It's about the Suzhou embroidery project. This is my own idea, and I haven't told Sisi and the others yet."
I was surprised to hear the news.
It seems that Lin Xiaoxia has learned a lot in the studio.
"Sure, but is there anything you want to do now?"
"Not yet, but I'm sure it will come in handy in the future."
"That's fine."
After discussing with me, Lin Xiaoxia went out first.
After a while, it was time to get off work. Jiang Yichen told me to go home later today, so I went back first.
"Gu Mo, come to the company tomorrow."
Just when I was about to take a break, a message caught my eye and I quickly replied: "OK." It seemed that something new was about to happen.
Jiang Yichen also came out after washing up, and the water that had not been wiped off was dripping from his hair.
Suddenly I found that his figure is getting better and better. Maybe I am too tired recently. I told myself that I was brainwashing and my eyes were dazzled.
"What's wrong?"
"Hubby, you're so handsome that I can't take my eyes off you?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Why did this guy become so narcissistic? But then I thought, well, he is indeed very handsome.
"Yeah, so you just stand there and don't come over."
I said it coquettishly, and he thought he had heard it wrong, but suddenly he came to his senses and immediately came to my bed.
"Wife, is Xiao Huai asleep?"
"Sleep, that's good."
The fragrance that came towards me made me sniff it hard.
He hugged me and asked, "How is it? Does it smell good?"
"It smells good, good, but you're too strong." I broke free from his arms.
She took a deep breath and her eyes met his.
"Haha, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Don't talk." I stared at him. "Why?"
He pinched my face and said, "You seem to have lost weight recently. You should eat more." Then he looked at his phone and said, "It's already 1 o'clock. It's too late today. Go to bed."
As he spoke, he took off his clothes and held me sideways on the bed.
I felt more at ease and fell asleep quickly, waiting for Song Yang's "baptism" the next day.
I was standing in the conference room on the top floor of the Song Group's headquarters, holding a newly signed cooperation agreement in my hand, but I didn't feel relieved at all.
Song Yang stood beside me with a faint smile on his face, and seemed very satisfied with the result.
Mr. Song sat at the head of the conference table, looked at us kindly, and nodded: "Xiaomo, you did a great job this time. Song's will fully support your studio, and I hope our future cooperation will go smoothly."
I bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your trust. I will definitely do my best."
Song Yang's eldest brother Song Feng stood aside, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. His eyes were full of resentment and resentment, but because of the presence of Mr. Song, he could only suppress his anger and barely squeeze out a sentence: "Congratulations, Miss Gu."
"Thank you." I responded mercilessly. After all, he used despicable means and now my studio is facing losses.
I looked at him again, thinking to myself that this matter was far from over.
Song Feng will not let me go easily. He will definitely find an opportunity to take revenge.
In the following days, I was almost too busy to handle the daily affairs of the studio while taking care of the cooperation project with the Song Group.
Song Yang had extremely high requirements for the cooperation plan, and he would propose new revisions almost every day. His reason was high-sounding: "To ensure the best interests of the project." But I knew that he just wanted to lower the share of our studio in this way.
"Gu Mo, the cost budget of this plan is still too high. Can it be reduced a little bit?" Song Yang was sitting in my office, holding the plan I had just submitted in his hand, his brows furrowed.
I rubbed my temples and tried to keep myself calm: "Song Yang, this budget is already the bottom line. If it is compressed further, the quality of the project will be affected."
He put down the documents and said in a cold tone: "Quality can be sacrificed appropriately, but profits must be maximized. This is the principle of the Song family."
I took a deep breath and suppressed my dissatisfaction: "Okay, I will adjust it again."
"But you also need to think carefully about your suggestions. After all, some things cannot be effective immediately by being aboveboard."
He stood up and said, "I understand this principle. I have already started to send people to prepare. Don't worry. I want to see the plan tomorrow."
Watching him leave, I felt tired.
When will this matter be over? I want to go out traveling with Jiang Yichen to relax.
Song Yang's indifference and harshness here made me feel pressured. In addition to Song Yang's difficulties, Mr. Song kept a close eye on every aspect of the project. If there was any mistake, he would fly into a rage.
Once, because the project progress was one day slower than expected, he called directly, and his tone was as stern as if he was scolding a subordinate: "Xiaomo, do you know that time is money? With such efficiency, how can I trust you to hand over the project?"
I held the phone, my palms sweating. "Mr. Song, I'm sorry. I was negligent. I will adjust it as soon as possible to ensure that the project is completed on time."
He snorted coldly: "I hope so. If there is any problem again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
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