Chapter 118 Xiaomei breaks through -1
Fan Shengmei sent a message to Song Yan, and he readily agreed to meet her.
When Song Yan arrived at the coffee shop and saw Fan Shengmei, an undisguised sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I thought that no matter what happened to the Meng family, it would be Meng Yanchen or his special assistant who came to find me. I didn't expect it to be you."
He leaned forward, his eyes scrutinizing and somewhat playful.
"Why, are you working so hard for Meng Yanchen?"
"He wouldn't let me come."
Fan Shengmei stirred the lemonade in front of her and said slowly,
"After all, with Guo Kun's ability, if he really wants to suppress this kind of thing, half a day is enough."
"Then there's nothing to talk about between us."
He stood up to leave, "I'm going back to the team first."
"Song Yan,"
Fan Shengmei called out to him, "Are you willing to be used as a tool?"
Song Yan paused.
"Those people dug up your father's past just to get more money. You, his son, clearly knew the truth, yet you stood by and watched coldly, willing to watch your father die and have his soul exploited?"
Song Yan sneered, "If they can use this incident to bring down the Meng family, I would be more than happy."
"Do you think that just one thing like this can move Guo Kun in the slightest?"
Fan Shengmei shook her head. "Public opinion will fade in a few days, and everyone should just go about their business. But your father, in the eyes of others, including your mother, will always be seen as a poor wretch driven to death by capitalists."
She shook her head slightly, with a hint of imperceptible pity in her eyes.
"Song Yan, you're really... childish sometimes. No wonder Xu Qin chose to leave you in the end."
This sentence was like a needle, accurately piercing through Song Yan's pretended indifference.
His face suddenly darkened, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
"Fan Shengmei!"
"You want me to help you?"
He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Sure. Let the Meng family come and apologize to me in person."
“Why should they apologize?”
Fan Shengmei looked him straight in the eye. "You know very well that Guokun did nothing wrong, whether it was firing your father or causing his death. You just need this meaningless apology to satisfy your sense of superiority."
"So what?"
Song Yan sneered, "What about you? What gives you the right to sit here and talk to me?"
Fan Shengmei slowly shook the diamond ring on her ring finger and asked, "Meng family, does this identity count?"
Song Yan's gaze stayed on the ring for a few seconds.
"You two really got together."
He suddenly forced a strange smile, "Wouldn't Fu Wenying be furious? Her daughter found a 'thug' she despised, and her son found a 'gold digger' she despised even more. Ha, is this a disguised form of revenge for me?"
Fan Shengmei didn't respond to his words, she took out a document from her bag and pushed it over.
"Look at this, it'll make your father look good."
Song Yan glanced at it - the statement cleverly avoided the "accidental death due to alcoholism" and emphasized that he spoke up for his co-workers. It was half true and half false, but much more decent.
"Why should I help you?"
"You can make a condition."
Fan Shengmei saw his expression change slightly and continued, "Any conditions."
Song Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly lowered his voice.
"Let Xu Qin return home."
Fan Shengmei didn't even blink, "Okay."
"You don't mind?"
"What do I mind?"
She smiled calmly, "She's just Meng Yanchen's past. I can convince Meng Yanchen to let her come back, but you guys should handle your own business. Also... unless Aunt Fu agrees, let her stay away from the Meng family. She feels the Meng family is oppressive anyway."
Song Yan remained silent.
Half an hour later, Fan Shengmei had Song Yan's clarification video saved on her phone.
It was recorded according to the statement provided by Fan Shengmei.
The tone was calm and the content was objective, separating the cause of his father's death from Guokun's decision to lay off employees.
She stood up to leave, paused, and said something that was a bit disappointing but sincere:
"Captain Song, I'm very grateful for saving me earlier. Actually... aside from your sharp jawline, you're not that annoying."
"Fan Shengmei!"
Song Yan scolded, and his sharp jawline immediately retracted.
Fan Shengmei pursed her lips and continued, "Now that Xu Qin is back, don't always make her porridge. Give her something delicious. Also... don't bully my husband anymore!"
After saying that, he ran away.
What she didn't know was—
Behind the green plants in the coffee shop, Chen Mingyu filmed the entire scene and sent it to Fu Wenying.
He scratched his hair in pain.
"Oh my god, if President Fan knows I'm dead, if President Meng knows I'm dead too, if I don't do what President Fu says I'm dead anyway. Mission Impossible... Even Tom Cruise has a harder life than me!"
—
I have to say that Guo Kun was indeed quick. An hour after Fan Shengmei sent the video to Meng Yanchen, Meng Yanchen called her.
"No need to go,"
Meng Yanchen's voice carried a hint of a relaxed smile.
"They're almost ready to sign."
Fan Shengmei was surprised, "So fast? How did you do it?"
"I borrowed a special force from you." Meng Yanchen chuckled.
"Special forces? What special forces?"
Fan Shengmei was puzzled, but she had already reached the entrance of the demolition area.
"Forget it, I'm already at the door, let me go in and take a look."
She hadn't taken two steps when she was shocked by the scene before her -
A dozen shiny Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and McLarens were blocking the entrance to the alley. Three cameras were mounted on the roofs of the cars, their lenses facing the blue tent temporarily erected by the demolition office.
Qu Xiaoxiao was standing on a plastic stool, holding a loudspeaker that she had gotten from somewhere, her little face flushed with excitement.
Yao Bin was holding a stabilizer, and the camera of his mobile phone was facing several residents who looked embarrassed, while Qiu Yingying was holding a stack of documents and running around like a busy secretary.
"What's going on?"
Fan Shengmei walked over quickly and asked Qu Xiaoxiao in a low voice.
When Qu Xiaoxiao saw her, her eyes lit up, she jumped down from the stool and clapped her hands triumphantly.
"Hey! What I learned from you is really useful! Guo Kun and his gang are too reasonable. They're all dressed in suits and ties. How can we reason with these idiots? We have to use magic to defeat magic!"
She waved her little hand and pointed around.
"Did you see that?"
Qu Xiaoxiao lowered her voice, a sly smile on her face. "I asked all my nouveau riche friends to bring their fortunes over! We'll stop here and give them a live lesson on what 'the good life after getting rich from demolition' means! Luxury cars, beautiful women, and a wonderful life! Simple and crude, visually stimulating!"
She pointed to a middle-aged woman in a mink coat sitting on the hood of a Porsche, eating sunflower seeds and shouting at the villagers.
"Sister Wang, I got four apartments demolished during the demolition. Now I play mahjong at the beauty salon every day. My skin is as beautiful as a flower, and my puppy is only 18 years old! Don't you think I'm a winner in life?"
"yes!"
There were actually people in the audience who raised their hands and echoed loudly.
Fan Shengmei was stunned. It really looked like that organization.
Qu Xiaoxiao pointed at Yao Bin's phone camera and said, "As soon as you released your statement, I started a live broadcast. The title is [Into Science: Uncovering the Secrets of Sky-High Demolition Prices: Will the Conscience of Those Rescued Feel Pained?] We'll have a transparent negotiation across the entire network, so that netizens can judge for themselves! Don't miss it if you're passing by!"
She shook her phone proudly. "How about this? A two-pronged approach. We're all uneducated people, so who doesn't understand who's behind all the twists and turns?"
Fan Shengmei was very touched and looked at Qu Xiaoxiao, "Xiao Qu, thank you!"
"What's the point of just saying thank you?"
Qu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Ask your boss Meng to give us some business."
Fan Shengmei nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell him when he's off the battlefield."
"Battlefield? What battlefield?"
Guokun President's Office
Meng Yanchen sat opposite Fu Wenying, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes calm and firm.
"Mom, Xiaomei handled the situation very well. She even persuaded Song Yan to come forward and clarify the situation, calming public opinion and breaking the deadlock in the demolition."
He said in a low voice, "You have seen it all. There is no reason for you not to accept her."
Fu Wenying gently put down the teacup, making an almost inaudible sound.
She raised her eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
"Yanchen, you know in your heart that the public relations and legal departments that Guokun spends millions of dollars on every year can't fail to handle a dispute of this magnitude."
Her voice was calm, yet it carried a condescending look. "Guo Kun can still handle this even without her, it's just that the method might be different, and it might take a little longer."
Meng Yanchen frowned slightly. "I don't understand. You clearly admire her ability and courage, so why do you have to embarrass her again and again? You can't deny all possibilities just because of Xu Qin's situation. Xiaomei and I are already doing our utmost to gain your consent and approval. This is because we love and respect you."
He took a deep breath and looked directly into Fu Wenying's eyes.
"Mom, I won't give in. I will marry her, whether you agree or not."
Fu Wenying laughed softly, but there was no warmth in her laughter.
"Yanchen, you don't think that you have won just by achieving this level, do you?"
Meng Yanchen caught a glimpse of something unusual from his mother's unusually calm expression and those bottomless eyes, a calmness that seemed to indicate that she was in control of everything. This made him feel a strong sense of unease.
At this moment, a message popped up on his phone.
[Boss Meng, something's happened in Xingtu! All the merchants and tenants are suddenly demanding to vacate their leases. The situation is about to get out of control!]
Meng Yanchen's expression changed instantly. He raised his head abruptly, looking in disbelief at his mother, who looked calm and even a little sarcastic. His voice was almost stretched to a straight line.
"Mom...you did this?"
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