When Xiaowen came over, Tong Zhao was still thinking about the producer's expression during the audition, which seemed to have remained unchanged throughout.
Sigh, what is he thinking? Could it be that he really likes him? It's much more likely that he was sent by Shan Song.
Thinking of this possibility, Tong Zhao simply sent a message to Shan Song: "Was the producer of this production team I auditioned for the role someone you invited?"
[Shan Song: No, what's wrong?]
That's right. The people from the Dansong faction would definitely have given him advance notice, and wouldn't have left him unprepared and filled with fear.
[Tong Zhao: It's nothing, I just find it strange that the producer suddenly got involved in the casting process.]
[Shan Song: I'll have someone check.]
[Shan Song: You've finished the audition? How did it go? Have you gone home yet?]
Tong Zhao smiled as she read his string of question marks, replying to each one: "I'm in the car, I'll be back soon. They changed my role, so it'll probably be fine."
【Our Zhaozhao is truly amazing! We'll celebrate with her when we get back.】
Tong Zhao's smile deepened slightly as he typed a few words and sent the message.
Thank you, honey!
Dan Song stared intently at the four characters on the screen. After staring for a while, it seemed as if the square characters had grown claws and teeth, making him feel restless and his anger was about to burn into his brain.
I turned off my phone, took a deep breath, and returned to the conference room.
When Zhou Xinlin saw him enter with a gloomy face, he said sarcastically, "Brother is really busy with business. I wonder how much more money he can make for the Zhou family?"
Dan Song was in a very good mood. Seeing this, he merely lifted his eyelids and glanced at the scene coldly before ordering, "Continue reporting."
Zhou Xinlin's chest heaved with anger as he threw the production plan Zhou had written onto the other side of the conference table: "Can't you read it yourself?"
"How do I know if you did this yourself or had someone else in the company do it for you? Do you want me to have your work evaluated by your respected father?" Shan Song said emotionlessly, "Continue your report."
Zhou Xinlin had always relied on his father's favoritism to suppress his older brother since he could remember. Now, forced to obey his subordinate's tone, he could not bear it. He gritted his teeth for a long time before angrily turning around and leaving.
Before leaving the meeting room, Shan Song said calmly, "We're preparing to start signing and negotiating the import and export contracts for materials for the first half of next year in mid-next month. If you can't figure out the entire procurement and production process before then—"
Seeing that he had stopped slamming the door, Shan Song added, "I don't know if I'll make money or not, but you will definitely have to pay compensation to the Zhou family."
“Make one for me yourself. You only have two days. Start getting familiar with the purchasing process next week. I won’t wait for you. Your attitude will determine the final product you present to Zhou Muyuan.”
Dan Song casually picked up a work plan from the scattered work schedules on the table, glanced at it, disdainfully let it fall to the ground, got up, and stepped on it as he left.
As soon as he stepped outside, an assistant ran up to Shan Song and reminded him, "Mr. Shan, the chairman is waiting for you in your office."
When asked to speak to him at this time, Shan Song frowned and said, "I understand."
Pushing open the office door, Shan Song put on a fake smile: "What does Father want with me?"
"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?" Zhou Muyuan sat in Shansong's seat, flipping through the documents on his desk: "Why haven't these projects made any progress yet?"
Following his tapping motion on the table, Shan Song looked down and said, "These projects encompass several classic models and directions in the market. Two of the innovative concepts are also flexible enough to serve as advanced teaching cases. Moreover, the preliminary work is almost complete and can be started at any time. Once Zhou Xinlin finishes the next batch of material production, we can strike while the iron is hot. If he can master these projects, inheriting the family business will be just around the corner."
A cold smile appeared on Zhou Muyuan's lips, and he said in a sarcastic tone, "You'd better really think that way."
Shan Song's expression remained unchanged: "Of course I hope the Zhou family will prosper."
Zhou Muyuan snorted coldly and casually threw the document aside, revealing who Zhou Xinlin took after.
"I heard that the Qin family's son went out to film a movie?" Zhou Muyuan asked again.
Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Shan Song's face, and he replied coldly, "Father is really well-informed. I didn't even know when my omega went out."
Dan Song's expression did not escape Zhou Muyuan's eyes. Zhou Muyuan glanced at him a few times, his eyes filled with an intriguing smile, and stood up: "Since we have already marked our union and are now living together, it would be good to get to know each other better."
Dan Song nodded perfunctorily.
Seeing that Shan Song was clearly out of sorts, Zhou Muyuan changed the subject: "You've been acting rather out of line these past few days, being late and leaving early. Do you think you can do whatever you want now that you're back at the company? I told you to teach your brother properly, not to just leave him at the company and call it a day."
After a moment's thought, Shan Song's expression became much more natural: "Father, you know Zhou Xinlin's temperament. As his elder brother, I naturally have to use some unconventional methods. Moreover, I think whether a method is effective or not depends on its results. It's only been a week, so Father might as well wait and see."
Zhou Muyuan had already seen Zhou Xinlin's behavior these past few days, so he just casually picked a topic to criticize Shan Song. After Shan Song finished speaking, he stopped and left the office after making a few more comments.
After he left, Shan Song was quiet for a few seconds, then swept the things off his desk and kicked them onto the office chair.
He paced back and forth a few times, then made a phone call: "Where's that omega? Tell him to get back here! Who gave you permission to let him out?"
"You've forgotten your roots, you ungrateful dogs! You've forgotten who your master is!"
"All of you pack your things and get out!"
After a few seconds of pause, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to say something.
Dan Song gasped for breath for a few seconds, then slammed the door and left.
It was lunch break, and everyone was startled by the loud noise. Passing employees glanced at him, but lowered their heads and dared not speak when he approached. Shan Song's fierce face was extremely tense, and he strode out of the company.
After watching him get into the car and leave the company, the previously silent office became lively again: "Why does Mr. Shan look so pale?"
"You had a fight with the chairman, didn't you?"
"Why? Is it about what happened when you were teaching Young Master Zhou?"
"What else could it be?" a voice whispered. "I don't know what the chairman is thinking. If you ask me, how can General Manager Zhou be as capable as General Manager Shan? The company has been in such a mess these past few days. The cleaning lady has gone to clean it up countless times."
"The eldest son is not favored, so he can only be held down and leeched by his stepmother and younger brother. That's how it is in wealthy families. If there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather. Mr. Shan is really pitiful, having endured humiliation for so many years."
"You should worry about yourself. I'm afraid that their family's mess will ruin my job."
"Shut up, or you'll lose your job right now."
The discussion in the office temporarily subsided.
In the other car, Shan Song's expression had returned to normal. He drove back to the villa, and Uncle Xu, who had just received Shan Song's call, came up to greet him: "Young Master, the situation has been reported to Zhou Muyuan."
Shan Song nodded: "Is Zhaozhao back?"
"They said it would be soon. Is Young Master waiting to have lunch with Young Master Zhao Zhao?"
"Um."
Upon entering the study and connecting to the office surveillance system, Shan Song scrolled through the progress bar, frowning in annoyance. Zhou Muyuan had indeed installed a listening device in the office.
It'll be so annoying to have to act even when I'm in the office. Zhou Xinlin is such a slow learner; I'd better find someone to guide him.
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