rebirth daughter returns

Xue Tao didn't really look happy until the day he married Song Yunying.

Instead, Song Yunxuan looked at them with a smile from the audience, with a pious expression of blessing on her face.

Having been in business for many years, it seems that every expression has been turned into a mask.

The most commonly used mask is the smile on the face.

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

Many, many people are planted on the smiling face.

At the end of the wedding, Chu Mochen wanted to send her home, but she sternly refused: "Mr. Chu, I don't want to see you again next time."

"Then I will go to see Song Yan in person and ask him to marry his youngest daughter to me."

After speaking, without waiting for Song Yunxuan to refuse, she resolutely drove away.

The cool Porsche sports car drove away.

Leaving her on the side of the road furious.

This man seems to like to spoil his own affairs.

She had no time to think about what he wanted to do. On the second day of Song Yunying's wedding, she planned to ask for the money.

Unexpectedly, 8000 million was credited into her account, and the speed made her feel dumbfounded.

From this, it can be seen whether the child Song Yunying is conceived is really Xue Tao's.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have obediently sent the money over so quickly.

She had already taken a fancy to a magazine that was about to go bankrupt. The magazine was called Zhao's Magazine, and the magazines they mainly published were gossip information in the entertainment industry.

But obviously, there are countless magazines in Yuncheng who know the information of the entertainment industry like the back of their hands.

As a result, Zhao's magazine entered a state of being unable to make ends meet.

She used Saturdays and Sundays to go to the editorial department to look at it. The staff in the editorial department were all waiting for the company to go bankrupt.

Therefore, when she entered that magazine as the young lady of the Song Group, the president greeted her humbly.

When she was ushered into the office of the president of the magazine, she didn't even touch the coffee served in front of her, and straight to the point said her purpose: "I plan to buy your magazine when I come this time."

The president had long wanted to throw away this unprofitable hot potato, so his face was full of smiles: "Did Miss Song make the acquisition in the name of Song's company?"

The corners of her lips curled up, and a mature coldness that didn't match her age flashed in her eyes: "The president should be clear, if I come to meet you in the name of the Song Group, it's not called an acquisition, but a merger."

The president never expected that this little lady would explain the meaning of each word to him, so he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

"What does Miss Song mean?"

"I'm buying your magazine in my own name, and you tell me the price directly."

The president is lost in thought.

If the magazine was purchased in the name of Song Corporation, Song Corporation would not care if the price was higher.

And if this little lady bought the magazine in her own name, it would be impossible to raise the price too much.

After all, personal acquisitions will be done according to their ability.

If the price offered by the magazine is too high, and the profit prospect of the magazine is not clear, the other party will definitely not accept it.

in this way……

"Miss Song, can you let me think about it for a while?"

"I'll only give you 3 minutes."

Song Yunxuan sat on the chair opposite the president, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she began to watch her mobile phone to count the time.

As the saying goes, long nights and many dreams.

If the other party is undecided or is still thinking of other ways to get the best of both worlds, what she pays attention to is to intimidate the other party and let the other party make the fastest and seemingly most beneficial decision in the short term.

"President, you know that your magazine is about to close down. If I don't take him into my hands now, your employees will probably find another way out soon."

She didn't look up at the president who was getting restless, but analyzed the actual situation of the magazine for her.

"I heard that you have been in arrears with your employees for two months. If this continues, there will be disunity, and someone will resign first."

"Miss Song."

The president couldn't help but interrupt her.

Song Yunxuan raised her eyelids, and there was still a kind and soft smile on the corner of her mouth: "Why, President, have you thought it through now?"

"If Ms. Song can manage the magazine well, I am willing to transfer the magazine to Ms. Song at a low price of 1000 million."

"Will this be too bad? After all, the magazine has a history of more than [-] years, and it is not easy to make it like this."

Zhao's magazine didn't develop and expand because of the magazine at first, it started from the morning newspaper.

Later, there was Yuncheng Morning News, and the two companies competed, so Zhao had to switch to a magazine.

The magazine line and the morning news seem to have the same procedure, but in fact the content is completely different.

Magazines are relatively single-oriented to the crowd.

And most of the edited content is fine and quality-oriented.

Such as beauty, dressing, styling, and interspersed with some explosive gossip from time to time to attract attention.

The veteran editors of Zhao's magazine are self-confident and unwilling to discuss fashion with young editors, which makes the magazines of the magazine unable to attract the attention of young people.

So the magazine is not as good as the next year, and finally turned into this difficult situation of going bankrupt or not.

The president knew the magazine's own situation very well, so he just begged Song Yunxuan: "Please don't dismiss my employees."

"President, you can rest assured that after I take over, not only will I not dismiss your employees, but I will also help you make up for the wages that are two months in arrears."

In this way, the employees will have a good impression of the new owner.

Employees have no opinion of their bosses, so it will be easier to get along with them in the future, and it will be easier to lead them.

Although the president of Zhao's magazine couldn't let go of the magazine, he still nodded and agreed to give the magazine to Song Yunxuan under Song Yunxuan's satisfactory proposal.

Before Song Yunxuan left, President Zhao extended his hand to shake her hand.

But thinking that she is the unmarried youngest daughter of the Song family, maybe she is not used to shaking hands with her by old men, so she shrinks her hand back in embarrassment.

Song Yunxuan smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand: "Mr. Song, this meeting is very pleasant. I will come here to sign the contract in person tomorrow."

She took the initiative to reach out her hand, and she was generous, with a natural and dignified smile on her face.

The maturity and intelligence revealed in her eyes made her look even more beautiful and eye-catching.

President Zhao froze for a moment, then carefully reached out to shake hands with her.

Song Yunxuan shook his hand lightly, with neither light nor heavy force.

When she withdrew her hand, the confident sharpness in her eyes made her look a little brighter.

Before getting into the car, she faced Shaw's skyscraper office building opposite, and slightly suppressed her smile.

The quiet light in his eyes reflected the building, as if there were ripples caused by a vortex, pulling the building deeply into the dark and hazy eyes.

Shaw.

The property that I have expanded with my own hands is now controlled by a treacherous man who gets nothing for nothing.

Just wait, I'll grab everything, everything, and everything back soon.

I, Gu Changge, no one can take away.

Even if that person used to be my closest person.

The sharpness in his eyes reflected all of this, and after a hasty farewell, it was the full acquisition of Zhao's Magazine on the second day.

The editorial department of Zhao's Magazine was renamed Fanxing Magazine, and although the editorial department did not expel old people, it began to recruit new editors under her instruction.

With nothing else to do, she went to the recruiting department of the editorial agency to be an interviewer.

A woman with neat short hair wearing a dark purple three-quarter-sleeve wool sweater coat came into her eyes.

She raised her eyes slightly, and saw her fair oval face and dark pupils, with a gentle smile on her lips: "Please sit down."

When the woman was seated, she did not wear a professional black and white suit like other applicants, but a simple three-quarter-sleeved jacket with nine-point pants, and a pair of flat casual shoes showed her casual and uninhibited.

She suddenly felt that this young girl was somewhat similar to her when she was young.

"What's your name."

Even though her name was on the resume, she still asked her first before opening the details.

"Shao Xue."

"Your name is Shao?"

Song Yunxuan was slightly surprised, she is very sensitive to the word Shao now.

But whenever there is this word, she will pay more attention to it.

The woman nodded, her face was clean and her facial features were beautiful, and there was an alienation and coldness between her eyebrows and eyes that made people stay away.

She didn't turn over her resume for the routine questioning of her.

Instead, he put his resume under his hands, clasped his hands, straightened his waist, and asked her kindly: "I came to interview for the editor of a magazine today, don't you think your dress is a little inappropriate?"

"I'm here to apply for a data collection editor."

Song Yunxuan looked at her with a smile: "Are you sure? This is not an ordinary job."

To put it bluntly, a data collection editor is an expatriate paparazzi reporter.

And it's windy and rainy to go outside.

Generally, college students who graduate will not voluntarily apply for this position.

This position is hard work, and if I go out frequently, my delicate skin will be tanned.

The middle does not include the accidents that will be encountered when going to other places.

"Do you usually wear sneakers to work?"

"I think data collection often goes out and walks, and it is not suitable to wear high heels."

Song Yunxuan thought this girl was very interesting.

You know, in their twenties, very few girls can give up high heels and short skirts, and this girl not only did not have long hair, but also did not wear high heels and short skirts.

Looking at her meager makeup, it can also be seen that this girl is a very practical girl.

Such a girl may not be able to be a fashion editor of a magazine, but she believes that she has a persistence and drive in her heart that no one else can match.

"I have written down your contact information, you go back and wait for my notice."

Shao Xue stood up, bowed politely, said thank you, and left.

An old editor next to him acted as the interviewer and was about to throw Shao Xue's profile into the trash can.

Song Yunxuan held her wrist with one hand and reminded her: "This girl can be used."

The old editor in his thirties looked at her from the side, and was hitting her deep eyes.

A powerful coldness was quietly reflected from her eyes.

Startled the editor, he put the resume back on the table in embarrassment.

Song Yunxuan has no intention of continuing to be the interviewer here, so she got up to leave, and an old employee who handled the affairs safely followed her out: "Miss Song, don't you continue to watch the interview situation of the new employees?"

"No, I have something to do at home, so I must go back at this time."

I don't know what the seriously ill old man will order again.

She actually told her the time to go home when she went out early in the morning.