Even after walking several hundred meters, Xu Yiran was still angry.
Picking at the wildflowers by the roadside, she grew angrier the more she thought about it. "You shouldn't have pulled me away just now. What were you doing, you old hag? Trying to humiliate me by throwing around a few tattered bags!"
Song Nuan bought two bottles of Coke and handed one to her.
"Have some soda to calm down."
Xu Yiran unscrewed the lid, took a big gulp, and continued to complain: "The Li family is supposed to be a prominent family in Liangcheng, so how come Madam Li has no manners whatsoever as a lady of high society?"
Xu Yiran comes from a well-off family, above middle class.
She was well aware that people in high society loved to categorize themselves into different social classes, distinguishing themselves from others as superior or inferior.
But the Li family has already reached the top.
Why do you still like to look down on people like that?
"Forget it, given her status, we can't afford to offend her." Song Nuan said calmly, "The Qin family has a subsidiary that cooperates with the Li family. If we cause trouble with her, we'll definitely be the ones who suffer."
After hearing what she said, Xu Yiran also felt a little scared.
Although the Xu family has little to do with the Li family, if they offend her, the Li family could easily destroy the Xu family's business.
After thinking it through, Xu Yiran said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, I almost got you into trouble."
Being insulted a couple of times might affect my mood, but it didn't actually harm my interests.
Song Nuan didn't say anything, but instead comforted Xu Yiran with a few words.
After sending her back, Song Nuan returned to the villa.
Reeking of hotpot, Song Nuan went to take a shower as soon as she got back. Just as she closed the bathroom door, her phone screen lit up; it was a call from Lu Ziyang.
On the other end of the phone, the lights were on in the conference room of the Song Group building.
"She didn't answer?" An Sze asked.
Lu Ziyang hung up and rubbed his temples. "They're probably asleep. We'll have to wait until tomorrow."
An Sze: "Nuan Nuan has nothing to do with the Song family anymore. Even if Song Zhiren wants to pin the blame on her, it won't be that easy."
This evening, the vice president of Shenwei Medical Equipment called.
He said Shenwei was short of funds and the project funds wouldn't be able to reach the Song family so quickly.
In fact, everyone could tell that Shenwei would probably renege on the debt.
Previously, in order to retain Li Shengwei as a major client, Song offered him a discount despite the losses, intending to apologize, and even took on several projects from Shenwei at once.
All the contracts were drafted by Xie Lingyu herself.
If Shenwei's vice president hadn't spoken up today, the Song family's senior management would still be in the dark.
The goods were delivered, Li Shengwei was arrested, Shenwei was in turmoil, couldn't keep up with cash flow, and couldn't get the money back.
Xie Lingyu, who interfered, also died.
A series of news suddenly hit the Song Group's top management, leaving Song Zhiren completely stunned.
An emergency shareholders' meeting was convened tonight.
During the meeting, the shareholders made numerous accusations.
"President Song, what do we do now?! Xie Lingyu is your person, she's made such a huge mess, and you didn't even know?"
"I looked at the contract, and Shenwei's debt is a whopping nine figures!"
"This doesn't even include labor costs and product damage. Shenwei's products are all custom-made, so we can't resell them to other partners at low prices. We're losing money!"
"President Song, to put it bluntly, this is your problem!"
The shareholders are being aggressive.
Everyone was tricked by Xie Lingyu, a mere director, and unable to vent their anger after her death, they unanimously turned their fire on Song Zhiren.
Song Zhiren knew what they wanted.
When he was cornered, he said, "I am also very sorry that this happened, but I really can't help you with your losses."
If the money can't be recovered, the losses will have to be borne by the shareholders.
Based on the Song family's earnings in recent years, shareholders will lose at least two years' worth of dividends.
"There's nothing we can do. Is 'there's nothing we can do' enough?"
“If President Song has no other choice, I think it would be better to hand the company over to Song Nuan,” Wang Renyi suddenly said. “Song Nuan resigned and went to Qin’s Group, which has been doing very well lately.”
At the time, the public opinion storm dragged both the Qin and Song families into the mess.
The Qin family's business was large, but their stock market losses were greater than the Song family's.
Now, the Qin family has successfully weathered the crisis and secured the Berlin cooperation, while the Song family... although they have emerged from the mire, the filth has not only not been cleaned up, but has actually increased.
Wang Renyi intentionally blamed Song Nuan for the difference between the two companies.
It would be more beneficial for him to control the Song family business.
Other shareholders, in their anger, echoed his sentiments.
"Exactly! If only we had let Song Nuan stay back then, look how well the Qin family business is doing now!"
“Song Nuan is, after all, surnamed Song. And the young lady still has something to say. Why not invite her back and give her a general manager position? Wouldn’t that be better than staying at Qin’s? She would definitely be willing to come back.”
Seeing that everyone's hearts were turning to Song Nuan, Song Zhiren panicked.
He said, “Why are you all in such a hurry! I can’t help the losses, but I’ve already decided to split another 2% of the shares back to you as compensation.”
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Some people were skeptical, asking, "Mr. Song, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true." Song Zhiren coughed. "It's just that the contract hasn't been drafted yet. I'll give everyone an explanation by the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Upon hearing this, everyone stopped arguing and left happily.
Only Lu Ziyang noticed something was wrong.
Where would Song Zhiren get so many shares?
After much thought, there was only one possibility—Song Zhiren wanted to split the shares that Old Master Song left to Song Nuan in order to quell the shareholders' anger.
*
The doorbell rang.
Seeing Song Zhiren through the peephole, Song Nuan's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she still opened the door.
What do you want from me?
She stood in the doorway, showing no intention of letting him in.
Song Zhiren wasn't there as a guest; he simply handed her the contract, a pen already prepared, and said, "Sign the contract."
Song Nuan frowned and flipped through the pages.
After reading it, her face darkened, and she slammed the contract at Song Zhiren.
"Wishful thinking!" Song Nuan sneered. "The shares are mine. If you want to be a spendthrift and get your own shares, then take your own and get them. Don't try to take them from me!"
Song Zhiren knew she wasn't so easy to talk to.
Having anticipated this, he softened his tone and explained to her, "My dear daughter, the company is in crisis right now, and you're part of the company too. You can't just stand by and watch it fail."
"What kind of part?" Song Nuan dodged his trap. "I don't have any shares and have nothing to do with the Song family. If you want me to help you solve your problems, that's fine too, but you have to hand over the Song family to me in advance."
"you!"
Song Zhiren nearly choked on his breath.
Song Nuan smiled faintly, "Don't Song Ningxue and Zhou Min have shares? Why don't you ask them for help?"
After saying that, the door slammed shut.
Song Zhiren was given a real cold shoulder.
He left reluctantly.
Seeing him disappear on the surveillance footage, Song Nuan turned off the screen, then picked up her phone and saw a call from Lu Ziyang.
After hesitating for a moment, she dialed back.
A deep voice rang out, "I'm at your doorstep."
Song Nuan was surprised. She drew back the curtains and saw a familiar Lamborghini parked at the door.
Lu Ziyang stood in front of the car.
Under the bright moonlight, amidst the luxurious car and handsome man, Song Nuan's heart skipped a beat.
He was dressed in a well-fitting suit, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, straight, slender legs—a truly pleasing sight.
Song Nuan chuckled and blurted out, "Trying to seduce me this late at night?"
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