In the conference room, the calm before the storm.
Zhao Hairong had his hair combed back and waxed. The white hair on his temples was dyed black, and his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten half a pound of shit.
Song Xijiao sat on his right, observing the expressions of the major shareholders.
The night is dark and the moon is bright.
"That piece of land..."
Pei Zhiting held her in his arms and danced under the light. She stood on tiptoe and spun around.
She chose to be a gifted student because her academic performance was not ideal.
have no choice……
He is tall, but not in proportion.
He looks strong, but he gets out of breath after running a few steps.
She has a sweet voice but a poor sense of pitch.
She could only draw with her chubby little hands. When she was sketching, the teacher would always come over, touch her head, and encourage her, saying, "You have a great sense of art!"
Sketching, color, color composition, propositional creation...
Pei Zhiting is not good at ballroom dancing either, maybe because he is too tall.
But the two of them always had to attend some social dances and dinners.
She could only practice over and over again, and he could only accompany her over and over again.
Learn to find a pace that matches each other.
"The best way for a father to love his child is to teach him (her) how to make a living, rather than mistaking spoiling for love, mistaking suppression for education, and giving him (her) dead money."
"you mean."
"They're afraid the child's abilities are better than their own, so they'll set up a trap to suppress him. Do you understand?"
She snuggled in his arms and looked into his eyes.
"You'd rather keep them useless than allow them to be stronger than you, so that your descendants will forever be under your tyranny? What kind of mentality is this? It's too perverted!"
“This is the psychology of all normal people.”
Zhao Ruobin sat on his left.
Liu Yong transferred from Sao Paulo to Frankfurt overnight, and then returned to China.
He used to think that women were emotional animals and were not suitable to be involved in men's affairs.
Now I find that some men's behavior and decision-making are even more confusing.
For example, now the funds that should have been in the bank have become mud at the bottom of the lake with nothing left.
Zhao Ruobin looked at Song Xijiao, then at Zhao Hairong, and then at the shareholders.
Song Xijiao, now you know how powerful Zhao Ruobin is!
Shareholders, now you know how powerful Zhao Ruobin is!
Zhao Hairong, now you know how powerful Zhao Ruobin is!
Song Xijiao looked at the shareholders and, in her own words, none of the men and women, old and young present were good people.
Some feel sad that their assets are trapped, while others still have ulterior motives and want to take advantage of the opportunity to buy at the bottom.
She, Song Xijiao, wanted to change the company's name to Song right under their noses.
Zhao Hairong was unwilling to see his shares diluted by Zhao Ruobin, so he kicked Zhao Ruobin out of the board of directors with thundering means.
The shareholders asked Zhao Ruobin to resign as deputy general manager on the grounds that he had no management skills.
"Why?" Zhao Ruobin stiffened his neck.
The shareholders exchanged glances, some were flipping through documents, and some were whispering to each other...
"Your decision has put the company in a difficult position of not being able to pay salaries next quarter."
“…”
“…”
"Pooh!" Shareholder representatives one, two, three...
Their scrutiny was very calm and without malice, but it was enough to make a favored child like Zhao Ruobin feel uneasy and uneasy.
Song Xijiao pursed her lips. Doesn’t he know that shareholders have the highest control over a company?
Perhaps he knew that as soon as his thinking and decision-making were no longer highly consistent with those of the shareholders, he had already lost the right to sit at the shareholders' meeting.
She pushed open the door and glanced around.
“Who doesn’t want to get paid regularly?”
The shareholder representative looked at her and then at Zhao Hairong.
"Old Zhao..."
"Ruo Bin, this is the shareholders' decision, and I can't go against it."
What to do with that land?
How to recover funds in the short term?
We can’t allow any mistakes in the Qingpu construction project?
These questions are like mountains pressing on the hearts of everyone present.
After a game of table tennis, only the black ball of Song Xijiao, the white ball of Zhao Hairong, and the edge ball of Zhao Ruobin were left.
"Dad, I don't have any money. You haven't paid me for two months."
She is the legal representative, she is in jail, and she pays the money. She must be sick!
Zhao Hairong quickly went over Song Xijiao in his mind from head to toe, inside and outside, soft to hard.
Well, she has money.
"Jiaojiao, it should be easy for you to get Zhiting to give you 200 million pocket money, right? Otherwise..."
"Ahem... ahem... Dad, you're also a son-in-law. Have you ever given a dime to grandpa and grandma?"
"No! Not only did they not pay you, they gave you all their savings. You still have to go out to work when you are in your fifties or sixties, and in the end..."
Song Xijiao spoke sarcastically, but stopped there and didn't say the last few words.
Zhao Hairong's face turned grim. He hated being called ungrateful and stepping on women's shoulders to rise to prominence...
Song Xijiao stood up, folded her arms, and looked around.
"The company is out of money, so everyone should quit while they're ahead. Go home today and do whatever you need to do."
The shareholders stood up one after another. Zhao Hairong stood up and tried to hold Song Xijiao, but was stopped by Yang Peifeng.
Zhao Hairong asked loudly, "Yang Peifeng, who do you belong to?"
Yang Peifeng has been with Song Xijiao for two years and has long understood her thoughts. Compared to Zhao Hairong, who is used and discarded, Song Xijiao, who rewards and punishes in moderation, is more worthy of following.
"Boss Zhao, I'm not anyone's person. I'm my own person."
Yang Peifeng's words gave Song Xijiao a lot of peace of mind.
Zhao Hairong really wanted to slap her twice, but he couldn't.
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