The end and beginning of each year are the busiest times for large groups.
The Song Family Foundation has endless meetings to hold at the end of the year.
As the chief manager of the think tank, Ouyang Qing has been extremely busy lately.
Just then, Song Jingcheng received a call from Manager Ou early in the morning.
"My dear Mr. Song, Boss Song, you've recovered from your illness, and now you have a wife and children. Isn't it time for you to work and accumulate more wealth for our future prince and princess? And to build a larger empire?"
When he received the call, Song Jingcheng was still huddled next to Shen He, the two of them squeezed into a hospital bed.
Ouyang Qing had already arrived at the company and was drinking the hot American coffee prepared by his assistant.
That stuff is more bitter than Chinese medicine.
But he has been relying on this stuff to survive recently and he can't do without it.
Song Jingcheng felt guilty.
He grumbled and was about to find an excuse to decline when Ouyang Qing exploded, "Annual summary meeting! CEOs from all over the world will be attending, and they're all looking forward to seeing President Song alive, healthy, and full of energy!"
"You really aren't coming?"
Ouyang Qing threatened Song Jingcheng: "Mr. Song, if you don't come today, I will take all the participants to Song Garden. Song Garden has a conference room anyway. After the meeting, we can set up a few tables in Song Garden..."
Song Jingcheng accepted his fate and said, "Wait for me at the company."
"By the way," Ouyang Qing mentioned, "the Administration Department has booked the Qing City Gymnasium this year. We're holding our annual meeting there on New Year's Eve, and we've invited many celebrities to perform."
"I forgot to mention it."
Ouyang Qing said, "I heard that Mr. Song has had a lot of good things happen to him recently, so the administration department has arranged a program for you, hoping that everyone can share in your joy."
Song Jingcheng: "..."
What?
"Has anyone informed me about this?" As the person involved, how could he not know?
"Didn't you leave all the company affairs to me? I think the administration's proposal is a good one, and I've already signed the annual meeting planning documents."
Song Jingcheng took a breath.
"What am I performing?"
What can he perform?
"Yes, what are you going to perform?" Ouyang Qing asked sarcastically.
"Tomorrow night is the New Year's Eve party. Mr. Song, please take some time to inform the administration department of your performance before leaving get off work today."
"Oh, right," Ouyang Qing continued, "My wife is pregnant, and it's New Year's Day. Shouldn't we give out some big benefits to our employees?"
This time, Song Jingcheng had no objection. "Well, let's distribute 200 red envelopes to all employees of the Song Group."
The Song Group has more than 300,000 employees, which is not a small number.
"By the way, don't tell anyone that your wife is pregnant." A tall tree attracts the wind, so it's better to keep Chen He's pregnancy low-key.
Ouyang Qing certainly understood this principle, and he said, "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Song Jingcheng exuded an aura of reluctance to go to work.
Chen He was also woken up. Seeing Song Jingcheng's handsome face tense and not in a good mood, she asked, "What are you upset about?"
"As the chairman and president of the Song Consortium, there are hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting to be fed by the Song family and the group, and you still want to be lazy?"
"Accept your fate, Mr. Song. You should work until you grow old and die."
Song Jingcheng became even more discouraged.
"That's not what I'm upset about. The administration department actually arranged a program for me at the annual meeting tomorrow night."
Chen He was stunned, "You want to perform on stage?"
Song Jingcheng pulled a bitter face and said, "I can't sing or dance. Although I can make a living with my looks, I can't just go on stage and sell my looks."
Chen He was almost embarrassed to death by Song Jingcheng.
"Have some shame."
"Why are you panicking?" Chen He said, "You can go on stage and perform a calligraphy show, and take the opportunity to reveal your identity as 'Night Walker'."
Song Jingcheng's eyes lit up, "That's a good suggestion."
Chen He had a better idea, "How about this? I'll have the media company broadcast a live show for you tomorrow night."
"When the time comes, I'll let Ye Ni stand by your side and act as the host, conducting an online public auction for your work through live broadcast!"
"The money raised from our auction and the net income from the live broadcast rewards will be donated to the charity fund. This way, we can win good karma for the Song Group and also promote Ye Ni's popularity."
Chen He patted her belly gently and said, "Just think of this as the first gift for our child."
Song Jingcheng gave Chen He a thumbs up and said, "Miao Miao, why don't you just change your career and become a planner."
That's how it was settled.
The annual meeting of the Song Family Foundation has always been grand.
Song Jingcheng is the mainstay of the Song Group, and his health has always been a concern of the outside world.
In recent years, whenever news of the Song Group chairman's critical illness spread, the stock market would plummet.
This year, Song Jingcheng's strange disease was finally cured. Shareholders and business people from all over the world are looking forward to seeing whether he has really recovered his health.
The administrative manager deliberately arranged a performance for Song Jingcheng, the purpose of which was to convey a message to the outside world -
Song Jingcheng's illness was cured.
The Song family consortium's pillar of support will remain standing!
Song Jingcheng also understood the administrative manager's thoughts and naturally would not blame them for being ignorant.
After arriving at the Song Group headquarters, Song Jingcheng asked his secretary to call Gu Chenfeng, the general manager of the administrative department, to his office.
The two of them chatted for twenty minutes behind closed doors.
When leaving, Gu Chenfeng felt so proud and triumphant that he walked with the wind under his feet.
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