He Is Warmer Than Time

Yang Haitao shook his head: "No one asked me to come and talk about this, and what I said is the truth. It is the truth that dad you have been unwilling to accept. Why do you hate your two daughters so much? Because Song Ran exposed your business. The unwholesome truth exposes the truth that your company is bound to die.

You, who have always been successful, cannot accept this cruel truth, and cannot accept the truth that the times are progressing.

You attribute all your failures to your two daughters, although, in fact, they have always wanted to help you.

Your real enemies are Shen Mengfang and Zhao Mingyi. Those two people have always wanted to divide the Song family property. Song Ran just helped them by using their greed to help them.

By the way, you have solved your urgent need. Do you know how many debts Shen Mengfang has on him? It is the debt that she has sold several properties robbed from you that cannot be filled.

She also asked her natal brother to sell a small factory and two properties. However, there are still a lot of debts.

So, Dad, if it were you..."

Song Guoqing was emotional: "If it were me, the company would not fall apart to the present situation, I have confidence."

Yang Haitao sternly said: "What confidence do you have? The garment industry produces small profits but high sales. This is the sunset industry. Do you know how many large processing plants and advanced assembly lines in the south, and they are influenced by Hong Kong and Taiwan, and the styles they produce are more Your fashion, their low cost and wide market, what do you compete with them?"

Song Guoqing was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Are you here to invite me to your wedding or to be angry with me? You junior, how dare you tell me this?"

Yang Haitao's attitude is still sincere and humble: "These things must be told to you. The two sisters are kind to you. If you didn't have Song Ran, perhaps you would have been played by Shen Mengfang and Zhao Mingyi a long time ago."

What Yang Haitao said is also the truth. In his previous life, Song Guoqing was so angry that he was seriously ill by Shen Mengfang, and he was kicked out again. No one took care of him, no one paid him to see a doctor, and he died in a short time.

Nowadays, there is no debt-ridden, and there is a large-scale house living in it, and he has also hired a nanny for him, and Song Ran and Song Xuan have also given him a lot of alimony.

The best of benevolence is exhausted.

Song Guoqing was so angry that his eyes widened and stared: "You get out of me, you get out of me!"

He is going to get used to it. He is used to being sought after. In the past, everyone called him Boss Song, and they all said he was clever and well managed.

Nowadays, a yellow-mouthed child can talk to him about the way of being a person and the way of doing business. He is really arrogant and arrogant!

Yang Haitao shook his head: "Dad, I still hope you can think about it. If you figure it out, please come to our wedding tomorrow. This is my address."

Yang Haitao put the note on the side table, then bowed to him, turned around, and left the large western-style house shrouded by the setting sun.

Song Guoqing was trembling all over by Yang Haitao's anger, his eyes were splitting, and his oldness aggravated.

He kept muttering: "My company, haven't I counted it yet? Can it be saved? Have I not counted yet? Why should that little yellow-haired girl decide what to do? Why does she think of me? She’s going to close down? She’s too self-righteous, they are too self-righteous, one by one, young people, their hair hasn’t grown, and they have never seen what the world looks like. ..."

The dusk was heavy, and an old man sat in front of the window, thinking like this, desolate, lonely, and sad.