Donating to the Writers Association as activity funds to help poor writers create with peace of mind would greatly increase Song Foxiang's fame. Song Shao's proposal hit Song Foxiang's soft spot. He glanced at his daughter Song Chan, who did not object. Song Foxiang went from listless to energetic:
"Boss Jiang, what my nephew said is exactly what I think!"
Jiang Xuekun felt relieved.
Fortunately, Lao Song is not a money-grubber, so this is a good way to handle the matter.
Jiang Xuekun highly praised Song Foxiang's ideological awareness and personally put an end to the matter:
"Comrade police officer, please write a mediation agreement for them and follow their wishes."
One dared to ask for 1 million, and the other was really willing to pay. No matter how shocked the police were, they would not stop the other person from spending money.
The mediation agreement is easy to write, but when it comes to paying the money, will they deny it?
The police are a little worried about this.
Jiang Xuekun smiled and said, "Just keep writing. Mr. Xie is not that kind of person."
Even if Mr. Xie wants to be such a person, the Xie family will not let him be.
The mediation agreement was easy to write. Song Foxiang signed it himself and put his fingerprints on it. The police then took it to Xie Jinghu for his signature. Xie Jinghu didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer. He had just completed the hospitalization procedures in the afternoon and was now anxious to be discharged. It was Xie Jinghu who signed the agreement, and Assistant Qi had to deal with the final steps.
What a sin! After a few punches, he had to pay a million to settle.
Zhong Yong asked Assistant Qi in a low voice: "Are you heartbroken?"
Of course I need to say more!
Mr. Xie doesn't care about this money, but Assistant Qi does. It would be great if he could use the 1 million to give him a bonus.
Zhong Yong seemed to see through Assistant Qi's thoughts and sneered, "Boss Xie just loves to throw money into the water. There's nothing I can do about it. Just listen to the noise. Oh, Boss Xie just broke Young Master Xie's phone. I'm going to buy Young Master Xie a new one. Remember to reimburse me."
Assistant Qi felt aggrieved, but he did not dare to object to Zhong Yong.
They are all subordinates, but there is still a hierarchy between the leaders or bosses they serve. Xie Yuping is more capable than Xie Jinghu, and Zhong Yong's words are more effective than Assistant Qi's.
Mr. Xie, why bother? He broke his son’s phone and now wants to spend money to buy him a new one.
Besides, Mr. Xie doesn't do these things, so this poor assistant of his does it.
Assistant Qi looked at Zhong Yong, who walked away humming a song.
——Mr. Xie has already run away after watching the fun, why am I still staying here!
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Song Foxiang also wanted to be discharged from the hospital. Song Shao thought about it and asked Song Foxiang to stay in the hospital for one more night.
With a "pay" of 1 million, Song Foxiang has to act more seriously.
Song Foxiang repeatedly emphasized: "This 1 million yuan is not the price I asked for. You said you wanted to donate 500,000 yuan, and I agreed. Don't criticize me for this afterwards..."
I don't know what kind of harm Song Foxiang suffered at the hands of his nephew Song Shao, but he is still scared and must get a personal guarantee from Song Shao.
"I won't cause you any trouble, okay?"
Only after Song Shao promised did Song Foxiang feel relieved.
However, Song Shao still reminded his uncle: "You are in the right this time, and Mr. Xie is a very face-conscious person, so he agreed to pay 1 million yuan in compensation. I think there are other reasons behind this, but we don't know. You should stay away from the Xie family in the future, including Ms. Zou, the one you wrote poems for. Uncle, don't expect to get rich by being beaten. The next time you get into similar trouble, if they beat you up and put you in the police station for a few days without paying, then you will really have been beaten in vain."
That's really true.
Although Song Foxiang mentally laughed at Xie Jinghu and called him a fool, he also knew that he might never meet another fool in his lifetime who could come up with 1 million to settle the matter.
His psychological price has risen to 100,000 per punch, and it would be too not worth it to get beaten by others again!
——It’s just that Xiao Zou is wronged for having a husband like Xie.
Song Foxiang was still thinking about Zou Weijun. In addition to his initial surprise, he now felt a bit more pity for her, but he didn't dare say it out loud. If he did, his nephew would be angry in a moment, and his daughter Song Chan would not be happy either.
Thinking about it this way, the joy of getting 1 million in compensation is much less.
This money killed his love!
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"So, your father wants to pay 1 million to Editor-in-Chief Song?"
Wen Ying only learned the news the next day.
She returned home and sent a message to Xie Qian, but Xie Qian didn't reply. She thought that Xie Qian must be busy dealing with this dispute and had no time to reply to her message.
It was not until the next day that I found out that Xie Qian's phone was broken by Xie Jinghu.
——Xie Jinghu is such a scumbag!
If you are angry, you can vent it on Uncle Xie Qian. You don't dare to do it to Uncle Xie, but you can do it without restraint to Xie Qian. This is a natural suppression of the "father" over the "son".
"Yes, he has to pay 1 million. He has no choice but to pay. His uncle thinks he has embarrassed himself in Chengdu and wants to wait until he returns to Beijing to settle the score. He is unwilling to pay 1 million here. When he returns to Beijing, he might have to transfer 1% of his shares. He knows very well which is more valuable, 1 million or 1% of Kumho Group's shares."
Xie Qian knows his father well enough, and this is all the experience he has summed up in the struggle.
Wen Ying felt a little regretful.
If Xie Jinghu was more stubborn, Xie Qian might have taken shares again.
Xie Qian grew up in the struggle, and Xie Jinghu also grew up. Xie Jinghu is now very wary of Xie Qian.
Because Xie Jinghu was still in Chengdu, Xie Qian didn't want Xie Jinghu to notice Wen Ying, so he didn't do homework with Wen Ying this weekend. The two of them contacted on the phone.
Unable to see each other's expressions over the phone, Xie Qian wanted to hold it in until Monday when he went to school to tell her, but after thinking for a while, he decided to ask over the phone.
"This one million yuan was the price Song Foxiang's nephew put forward for him. After you left yesterday, Song Foxiang's nephew came to the hospital. Coincidentally, he has the same name as your junior high school class monitor."
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