Song Zheng walked to the front desk while thinking.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble when he came, Song Zheng armed himself fully with a hat, mask, glasses... He was wrapped tightly from head to toe, without a single gap.
The receptionist was also shocked to see Song Zheng like this, but fortunately, as a seasoned receptionist, she had traveled far and wide and seen many people, so she quickly adjusted herself.
The receptionist, wearing an impeccable smile, asked, "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
Song Zheng coughed lightly and adjusted his glasses: "I'm looking for your Mr. Song."
The receptionist's face froze. "Um... sir, do you have an appointment? We can't let you in without an appointment."
The receptionist secretly scoffed: "Song Zheng looks so handsome, how come he doesn't know that he needs to make an appointment to see Mr. Song? Mr. Song makes hundreds of millions of dollars every minute, so how can a bunch of idle people like them just see him whenever they want?"
Song Zheng received a contemptuous look from the front desk clerk and his face turned red with embarrassment. He had forgotten about the appointment.
I had no choice but to smile apologetically at the front desk and ran to the corner alone to call Song Song.
After a while, a hurried figure came out of the president's exclusive elevator - the president's special assistant, Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng ran down and looked around. He finally found Song Zheng and hurried over to him with a flattering smile on his face: "Second Young Master, why are you here? You didn't tell me in advance so that I could make arrangements for you."
Song Zheng waved his hand and said, "No need. I just came up with this idea at the last minute. I won't bother you, big brother."
Zhang Feng is the son of the housekeeper Zhang Bo. He grew up with Song Song and Song Zheng and they are very familiar with each other.
When the receptionist saw Zhang Feng's servile look towards Song Zheng, she immediately regretted it.
But Lord Song Zheng was magnanimous and walked past him without even looking at him.
The receptionist immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the tall and majestic figure, the receptionist felt that he looked more and more familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him.
When Song Zheng arrived at the top floor, Song Song was still in a meeting. Through the transparent glass, Song Zheng saw the previously immature elder brother talking to a group of people, giving orders and making decisions like the ruler of the world.
Looking at Song Song like this, Song Zheng couldn't help but feel happy for his elder brother from the bottom of his heart: Big brother has grown up!
After the meeting, Song Song returned to his office and found Song Zheng sitting on the sofa with a newspaper, eating biscuits, drinking coffee, and enjoying the 1v1 service of his special assistant.
Song Song glanced at Song Zheng coldly: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly come to the group? Do you want to inherit the family business?"
Song Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother, please don't tease me. I'm here just for Nan Nan's affairs. I have no interest in the company at all!!!"
Song Zheng was truly afraid of Song Song. Before, when they didn't have their own plans, they were both forced to study finance. Song Song was fine, as he had no talent, but what about Song Zheng? He had neither talent nor interest, and with Song Song standing in stark contrast, asking him to study finance was like asking him to die!
Song Song watched his younger brother jumping up and down frantically, explaining that he really had no interest in the company. They had been brothers for more than 20 years, so of course he knew that Song Zheng had no interest in finance. But when he thought of the scene he saw when he entered the office, he wanted to tease his "good brother".
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