Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"I also start from the long-term development and interests of our group!"

His body was trembling with anger from this shareholder's words, Song Zhenguo tried his best to calm himself down, he patted the table heavily, trying to use this method to show his status and rights.

But since the shareholder dared to stand up, he naturally wouldn't take his actions at this time seriously. He smiled coldly:
"You said it was for the future of the Song Group, but I think you are trying to deny Song Bingjue's contribution to the Song Group? Why do you ask us to pay you for the conflict between your father and son?"

Suddenly being poked into his mind, Song Zhenguo inevitably became a little annoyed, his eyes widened, "It's a bunch of nonsense! I'm starting from the overall situation of the group!"

"You haven't been calculated by professionals, and you don't understand the current market conditions. Why do you arbitrarily believe that the resort project can't make money?"

Up to now, the shareholder is still using a more respectful tone. He turned his attention to all the shareholders present, "I personally oppose the suspension of the resort plan!"

"I'm against it too!"

"I'm against it too!"

……

The sound of objection made Song Zhenguo completely lose his composure. He patted the table, "Since some shareholders have objected, then we will vote."

After speaking, he looked at several shareholders who had worked with him before, gave them a meaningful look, and hoped that they would stand firmly on his side.

In less than 10 minutes, his secretary had counted the voting results. After looking at the vastly different votes, the secretary bit the bullet and read out the results:
"There are 61 shareholders present at the meeting today, 48 shareholders who disagree, and 13 shareholders who agree with your proposal..."

"It seems that everyone is blindly optimistic about this resort project!"

Really did not expect such a situation, Song Zhenguo looked at the group of shareholders sitting silently on the chairs, and couldn't vent their anger at them, so he could only kick the chairs angrily, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

After Song Zhenguo left, it was as if a pot had exploded in the meeting room. Everyone was dissatisfied with Song Zhenguo's domineering behavior. A female shareholder said in a strange way:

"I thought Old Mr. Song had some amazing supernatural powers... I think he is far worse than his son!"

"A project of more than 30 billion yuan will stop at any time? What a pig's brain! Such a good opportunity to make money does not keep up, but here it is saying that the investment is large and the construction period is long..."

……

After returning to the office, Song Zhenguo became more and more angry, what about his prestige?How come they can support Song Bingjue's case when he brought it up, but not himself?Is it really the emperor and the courtier?

Father Chen, who was waiting in the office, looked at his extremely ugly face, and cautiously advised:

"Old man, have you encountered any trouble? Tell me and listen, maybe I can find a way for you."

"What can you think of?"

For the middle-aged man in front of him, Song Zhenguo looked down on him extremely in his heart, but because of Chen Xinrao's face, he could only endure the ignorance in his heart:

"It's not a big deal. Shareholders don't agree to terminate the resort development project, but I think this kind of case really doesn't need to be carried out."

"It's not difficult to say, it just depends on whether you can make up your mind, sir."

Father Chen, who had long wanted to get a share of the project, couldn't help being moved. He moved closer and said in a low voice:
"Actually, I also understand your old man's thoughts. You just want to take this opportunity to give Song Bingjue a blow and let him know that you are still his father now, so you are naturally capable of disciplining him."

"go on."

What he said hit the point, Song Zhenguo signaled that he didn't need to have any scruples.

"Actually, the project of the resort has not yet started, that is, it is under planning. Soon the neighboring provincial government will auction off the land. If you lower the asking price then, naturally this land will not fall into the hands of the Song Group. It’s over, this resort project will not continue.”

Seeing Mr. Song's appearance of being an old god, Chen's father felt a little uncertain. After all, Song Zhenguo was Song Bingjue's father...

"I still have to think about this matter carefully. You should go back and be with Xinrao first."

Faced with Chen's father's eager eyes, Mr. Song neither said yes nor said no. He naturally knew that this matter must be good for the Chen family, so Father Chen would persuade him like this, so he had to weigh this matter again. one time.

"Okay, okay, then I won't delay your business."

Father Chen, who couldn't wait for this, nodded repeatedly. As he walked out of the office, he was thinking about how to make a fortune in this big move of the Song Group. Song Zhenguo is not Song Bingjue, and it is much easier to make money from him.

These actions of Song Zhenguo in the country were delivered to him immediately. Song Bingjue couldn't help smiling contemptuously when he saw Song Zhenguo's tricks that he couldn't pull off:

"His method would still work in the last century. It's a pity that everyone wants to make more money now, so no one would be afraid of him."

"I think the old man is indeed confused. He still wants to give up such a good project as the resort."

Up to now, Han Xiu is quite critical of the old man. Fortunately, some of the most critical projects have been secretly handled by Song Bingjue. According to Song Zhenguo's behavior, the Song Group is afraid that it will soon usher in a catastrophe. .

"He has lived comfortably for a long time, and he is not even clear-headed."

Song Bingjue is no longer interested in Song Zhenguo's affairs, no matter how much he jumps up and down, it's nothing more than that. Now he is more concerned about Shen Yu's situation:
"Has he made any progress?"

"Not yet. Our people can't get in, so we can only watch from a distance with binoculars. Miss Mu's condition is also fine."

Having been with Song Bingjue for many years, Han Xiu understood his thoughts very well. After a pause, he said:
"Ms. Mu has been with the killer these days, and the relationship between the two seems to be pretty good. So you don't have to worry about her situation, President."

It is precisely because the relationship is not bad that we need to worry more... Song Bingjue's eyes darkened. In order to escape and let Shen Yu relax his vigilance, he said so many hurtful things to her that day, she must be feeling very uncomfortable now.

Seeing his president's face sinking, Han Xiu knew that he still cared about what he said that day, so he persuaded:

"Ms. Mu is not an unreasonable person. She is so smart. If she calms down afterwards, she will naturally find out what's wrong with you. If you act in a hurry, I believe she won't care about it."

"Forget it, it doesn't make any sense to dwell on these here now."

Pressing his temple, Song Bingjue walked to the French window. The afternoon in France was too clear. After he settled the affairs here, he could go to England to pick her up.

Compared with the sunny days in France, London is still in the gloom.Thick dark clouds obscured the sky. Mu Wan'an was wearing a high-waisted white silk dress and was sitting on the balcony of the room. There was an open book on her lap, but her mind was not on the book at all.

A few times before, Yaneng entered her room with the door closed, that is, through this balcony, and after being caught by her once, he honestly walked through the main entrance.

"You don't read books, why put this book here? To cover you?"

Unexpectedly, her book was taken away, Mu Wan'an looked at Ya who swaggered and sat down opposite her, and showed a forced smile:

"What can I do that requires cover? Aren't you trying to make fun of me?"

Looking at her current appearance as if she had lost her vitality, Ya felt a little uncomfortable. He watched her sinking step by step, so he asked a little puzzled:
"Is Song Bingjue really so important to you? He has treated you like that, and you are still unhappy because of him. I really don't understand."

"Part of it is for him, and part of it is not."

Mu Wan'an really didn't know how to explain this kind of thoughtful person, she sighed:

"Now I'm like a bird kept in a cage. I stay here all day and don't know what to do. I want to go back and continue my work, but it seems that Shen Yu won't let me go back. "

"Isn't it good to live without work? This is the dream of many women."

Ya sighed, "If you feel bored, you might as well go and have a good talk with Shen Yu, maybe he can let you out."

"Perhaps. But I don't want to see him now."

Thinking of that man, Mu Wan'an lowered her head, she didn't know how to get along with him, "I'm used to living alone, suddenly I have a relative or something... I don't like it at all."

She said the latter sentence very lightly, and Ya knew that she didn't think so in her heart, so she persuaded softly:
"Actually, you should be a little happy in your heart, right? How can someone be unhappy when they find their relatives? You just haven't gotten used to getting along with him yet. Take your time, time will resolve everything."

"But, but..."

She still wanted to say something, but Ya pulled her up, and he winked at her mischievously:

"There's nothing wrong with it. I think you should tell him now that you're bored here... He's your brother. What can you say to him? He lost you for so many years to please you It's too late!"

Saying that, Ya pushed her towards Shen Yu's study, Mu Wan'an couldn't get rid of him at all, and could only watch helplessly as she was squeezed into the study.

Shen Yu's study room, like his own, reveals an elegant atmosphere. This study room is huge, and the bookshelves on both sides are from the ceiling to the floor, and the middle is full of books. Looking at so many books, Mu Wan'an can't help but I was so amazed that I almost forgot my purpose of coming here.