Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

His laughter stopped abruptly, and he snatched the divorce certificate out of Xie Ning's hands desperately. Song Zhenguo looked at it for a long time before finally confirming that it was indeed the divorce certificate between himself and Song Qing!
Looking up, Song Zhenguo looked at his son in disbelief, and shook his head:

"Impossible, impossible... I have never signed such a document! It is absolutely impossible for me to sign it! Tell me, are you forging it!"

"Mr. Song, you should recognize the reality clearly."

Shaking his head, Xie Ning had a look of helplessness on his face. He picked up the two divorce certificates that Song Zhenguo had dropped on the ground. Many places on them were already yellowed, obviously they had been preserved for a long time. Xie Ning's face Still a businesslike smile:
"Although I don't know how Ms. Song Qing asked you to sign this document. But...it's done, you have nothing to do with the law. Moreover, Mr. Song also followed Song Qing in this divorce agreement. Ma'am. From a legal point of view, of course he has the obligation to support you, but in terms of this obligation... who can say for sure?"

Hearing Xie Ning's implication, Song Zhenguo looked at Song Bingjue with an indifferent face, and finally began to accept the reality. He worked hard for most of his life, and for the first half of his life, he had to think about how to maintain the image of a good son-in-law in front of the two elders of the Song family. To please them... I never thought that I would still live such a life of relying on others when I was old!
He didn't catch his breath for a few breaths, and he passed out just like that!

Looking at his father who fell unconscious on the ground, Song Bingjue looked at Song Zhenguo's assistant who was standing by:

"Take him to the hospital."

After a little panic, the meeting room returned to calm. Song Bingjue looked at the shareholders present with a smile on his face:
"I know that during the period when my father was in charge of the Song Group, you all fought hard to protect the interests of the Song Group. Now I come back to set things right. I will take full responsibility for the group's affairs in the future. You can rest assured."

All the shareholders who received this promise applauded one after another. Compared with Song Zhenguo's behavior of completely ignoring the interests of the group, a leader with investment vision and ability is what the Song Group needs.

After solving the matter here, Song Bingjue and Xie Ning walked out of the conference hall together. They shook hands to express that the cooperation was smooth. Xie Ning looked at this "friend" who had cooperated with him many times, and couldn't help but admire:
"I didn't expect you to be so patient. With such two big killers, you didn't take them out until today."

"Small intolerance can lead to big plans. If Song Zhenguo hadn't done such an absolute job, I wouldn't really do anything to him."

Before Song Qing died, even though he handed over these two documents to him, he still hoped that he would take care of her and try his best to keep Song Zhenguo safe and happy for the rest of his life. Of course he disdained his mother's kindness, but he couldn't ignore it. and her will.

Thinking of Song Qing who was delayed by Song Zhenguo all his life, his eyes became far-reaching:
"Let's just let him go back to the kind of life he had when he didn't meet my mother. The glory and wealth he enjoyed in the first half of his life is enough for him to recollect his whole life."

Chen family.

Father Chen, who was on the phone with the Chris Group, was obedient. He kept nodding, with a happy smile on his face, but when it came to the [-] million land price, he was a little embarrassed:

"Mr. Charlie, it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that our Chen Group really can't afford such a large sum of money. Besides, didn't you agree that I will take 40.00% and you will pay 60.00%? You should express it first Bar?"

"Mr. Chen, please read our contract clearly. It is written in the contract that our company will send the money to your account three months after the official start of the resort project!"

The representative of the Chris Group, who spoke not fluent Chinese, said anxiously. He seemed very angry and smashed a lot of things:

"Don't you Chinese respect the contract at all? Whatever is written in the contract, we will do it!"

Seeing that the foreign devils tended to hang up the phone, Father Chen could only brazenly and cautiously say:
"Don't, don't, don't! Charlie, I'm doing this because I'm afraid of being cheated! Think about it, I'm taking a big risk in doing business with you. If I don't do it, I'll go bankrupt! You can pay the land fee in advance, but you must send the project payment immediately after I pay the land fee, otherwise, it will be really difficult for me to do things!"

Hearing what he said, the anger over there seemed to dissipate a little, and Charlie said ambiguously:

"You are sincere if you do this... But I still need to ask my superiors about this matter. If the superiors agree, I will notify you as soon as possible!"

I didn't expect that I gave such a big step, and the foreign devil still didn't agree!After Chen's father hung up the phone, he couldn't help cursing:
"What a son-of-a-bitch! That's how hard gringos are!"

Knowing that he was busy with a big case recently, Mother Chen brought a bowl of ginseng and chicken soup in front of him, and persuaded him softly:

"No matter how important the company's affairs are, you must take good care of yourself first."

"You girls, what do you know?"

Unceasingly irritable, Father Chen took the company's account book, took a few sips of chicken soup, and his eyes were full of eagerness.

Now it's time to raise funds. Father Chen added up all the available money on the company's books, and it was only [-] million yuan. Half of the [-] million yuan was the project funds that Song Zhenguo gave him to purchase building materials. He was very happy. Having a headache, I called the bank to find out, and the bank also vaguely stated that it could only borrow [-] million... a total shortfall of [-] million!
When Chen Xinrao came down from the stairs, what she saw was Father Chen's exhausted face, and her mother also persuaded her in a soft voice, and asked involuntarily:

"Dad, have you encountered any problems? Why are you so frowning?"

"Our company is about to have a chance to turn around, but unexpectedly, it has encountered difficulties in money!"

He didn't intend to hide these things from her. Since Chen Xinrao sent them to France to seek help from Mr. Song last time, Father Chen's attitude towards his daughter, who has always been cherished in his hands, has changed a lot:
"I got the right to use the land for the resort development project in the neighboring province, but it was difficult to raise funds."

"Father, you can consider getting a loan from the bank. If it doesn't work, you can also borrow money from Uncle Song. Uncle Song has always taken good care of our family's business. If you borrow from him, you will be able to borrow money."

Unaware of the stiffness on his father's face, Chen Xinrao didn't think it was a difficult task, "Is this land very valuable? Why is Dad suddenly anxious about money?"

"A total of eight hundred million."

Sighing, Father Chen said in the surprised eyes of both mother and daughter:
"This project is the one with the most potential in the current real estate market, and the Wang Group also got involved. At that time, a well-known foreign company wanted to borrow the shell of our domestic company, so it developed this project with us, but the contract It says that their company can only start investing three months after the start of the project... alas."

"Then how much money do you have now?"

It sounds like this project is really reliable, and Chen Xinrao couldn't help being moved. She knew that although the Chen family looked rich, it all depended on Mr. Song's support. Now, it's time to find a new money-making project.

"The company can set aside [-] million yuan in its books, and I've made some noise at the bank, and they can lend us [-] million yuan. Now there's still [-] million yuan left to do the job well."

Originally, she didn't expect Chen Xinrao to give any advice. Father Chen sighed and paced the living room. Chen Xinrao asked hesitantly:

"To my uncle, these two hundred million are just a drop in the bucket. Why doesn't my father borrow it from my uncle?"

"Your uncle first handed over the project to me, and this morning he said that the Song Group wanted to get involved. Xinrao, if we continue to ask the Song Group for help, then you will always be inferior to Song Bingjue! You will let Song Bingjue I thought you followed him just for the Song family's money!"

Refusing to say that it was because he had offended Mr. Song, Father Chen brought out a lot of untruths, and persuaded him earnestly:
"Father didn't want you to always look as if you couldn't hold your head up in front of Song Bingjue, so he rejected the Song Group's request to become a shareholder. Xinrao, you are not allowed to beg Mr. Song behind my back, do you understand?"

I firmly believe in what Chen's father said, and what he said is indeed reasonable. Chen Xinrao recalled Song Bingjue's attitude towards herself, and it was indeed always with a little contempt. If the Chen family no longer relied on the Song family, would he treat her? Can it be improved?

Thinking of this, Chen Xinrao gritted her teeth, and said with the courage to break the boat:

"Father, I still have some properties under my name. They are some properties that my uncle gave me. I don't need these things for the time being. Why don't we sell them to raise money?"

If you don't take her words seriously, how valuable is her real estate?Chen's father had never calculated his daughter's property, but he felt very relieved to see her have such a heart:
"Xinrao, those properties of yours are worth tens of millions at most...Although Dad is short of money right now, he can't use your money."

"More than tens of millions."

Thinking of the exorbitant gifts that Song Zhenguo gave every year, Chen Xinrao couldn't help but smile a little proudly:

"There is a villa in New York with a market value of more than 500 million US dollars. If you find a reliable real estate manager, you should be able to sell it for a good price."

Over fifteen million dollars?Isn't that nearly 500 million?

Hearing this news, Chen's father felt that he had just ushered in a savior. He looked at Chen Xinrao expectantly:
"In this case, Xinrao, you might as well lend me the property under your name."