Song Group.
Song Qingyou stood in front of the towering building, her expression indifferent.
As soon as she stepped inside, the receptionist greeted her: "Ms. Song, the shareholders are all on the 32nd floor."
While speaking, the receptionist observed the Song family's daughter's reaction. The Song family's upheaval last night had already made headlines this morning. No one expected that a woman who looked as delicate as a dodder vine could be so ruthless.
He directly sent his brothers, sisters, and father to prison. Now, the Song family is probably really about to change.
She sighed inwardly, then looked up and saw Song Qingyou turn around and enter the express elevator.
A colleague came over and asked quietly, "Did Miss Song go inside?"
"Yes," the receptionist replied in a low voice, "He might just become our boss someday."
My colleague shook his head: "It's not that simple. Do you think those shareholders on the board of directors in our group are so easy to deal with?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" The receptionist had only been with the company for a short time and wasn't very familiar with the situation. "Didn't President Song and the others go in? Then the Song family business can only be handed over to this Miss Song, right?"
"What are you thinking about!" a colleague said. "If Old Master Song were still in power, this group would definitely belong to his granddaughter. But Old Master Song has been gone for many years, and our Chairman Song has already changed the group's leadership. Now, out of the eight shareholders, only two are Old Master Song's former confidants, and the other six are Chairman Song's faction. It's easy for this Miss Song to come to the group, but it will be very difficult for her to regain control of the group."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Besides, the public opinion is very intense right now. People in the industry say she's ruthless, ungrateful, and even capable of harming her own father. In short, her reputation is terrible."
The receptionist exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't today's banquet a trap?"
"Sigh! Let's not worry about these big families. No matter how strong the wind blows, it won't affect us. As long as the Song family doesn't collapse, we still have jobs to make ends meet." The colleague patted the receptionist on the shoulder, and the two glanced at the slowly ascending elevator before turning away.
The elevator beeped.
Song Qingyou walked out and said to Song Chang behind her, "Uncle Chang, has the audio been released?"
"They've been released," Song Chang said. He had already contacted the media on his way here.
As they spoke, they arrived at the conference room.
Song Qingyou slowly pushed open the door, glanced at everyone, and walked straight to the head seat to sit down.
The group of people who had been glaring at each other suddenly became restless.
"Song Qingyou, that's the chairman's seat. Is that where you should be sitting?!"
Song Qingyou's expression remained unchanged as she casually lowered her eyes: "You're all joking. This group was built by my grandfather through hard work. You are all qualified to sit here because of the Song family. As a member of the Song family, what's wrong with me sitting here?"
Zhang Kai laughed immediately, and said sarcastically, "Miss Song, your grandfather has been dead for more than ten or twenty years. This Song family is no longer the Song family it used to be. Let's talk about shares directly."
Song Qingyou gently raised her hand, and Song Chang immediately handed her the documents in his hand.
She flipped it over and tossed it in the middle of the table, her voice indifferent: "Want to talk about shares? Sure."
The group exchanged bewildered glances, reached out to take the document, and after reading it, suddenly laughed: "With just 15% of the shares, you think you can sit in the chairman's seat? Miss Song, it's better to be down-to-earth. Daydreaming is not advisable. But you young people are commendable for your imagination, it's just that sometimes you have to combine it with reality, otherwise, you'll easily become a laughing stock."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out.
Li Yan and Yang Fugang exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.
They were Mr. Song's most trusted right-hand men during his lifetime. When Mr. Song passed away, both of them had important projects under development and were all overseas at the time, so they managed to avoid the major reshuffle at Song Yuan. However, over the years, Song Yuan had already significantly weakened their real power.
The two of them together only held five percent of the shares in Song's company, which was insignificant compared to the other directors.
Yang Fugang said, "The Song Group originally belonged to the Song family. Now that only Miss Song is left in the Song family, it is only natural for her to take the position of chairman."
Li Yan quickly added, "I agree with General Manager Yang's point of view."
Zhang Kai sneered, "President Yang, President Li, you two are joking. Do you think this is child's play? She can sit down whenever she wants. Her shares are only equal to President Qin's. According to company rules, when the chairman is unable to take office, the selection of the acting chairman must be conducted by vote. Since Miss Song's shares are the same as President Qin's, then let's vote."
Yang Fugang and Li Yan remained silent with somber faces.
Everyone knows that if it were a vote, this group of people would all vote for Qin Tian.
On the other hand, Qin Tian himself was just leisurely drinking his tea, seemingly unaffected by Song Qingyou's arrival.
"It would be better if Miss Song resolved the public opinion outside first, and then came to talk to us," Qin Tian said.
Song Qingyou spoke calmly, her ethereal voice possessing a cold, icy quality: "This is no trouble for President Qin; it has already been resolved."
Qin Tian frowned. His assistant, who had found something, leaned closer and whispered, "Miss Song uploaded a recording of Chairman Song committing domestic violence."
He then handed the phone to Qin Tian.
"—Are you planning to lock me up and beat me up like you did when I was a kid?"
"Song Yuan, after all these years, have you felt even a little bit guilty towards my mother?"
Then came Song Yuan's voice.
"Song Ning? She's nothing but a stepping stone for me to climb to a high position. She's just a woman. Once I become the president of the Song Group, I can have any kind of woman I want. She actually dares to dream of being faithful. If your mother had listened to me and swindled that old man's assets, maybe I could have kept up the act for a couple more years. Unfortunately, she's not like you. Both of you are good-for-nothings who won't listen to advice."
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