Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Is it just random thoughts?

With more and more worries, Song Weiyu left the villa and walked to the car.

Alin stood beside her car and opened the back door for her with a smile.

She is now back in the original 8888 Rolls-Royce, except that she always sat in the passenger seat when Chen Fang drove.

As he walked, a strange thought came to his mind. Why did Chen Fang suddenly take off his clothes just now?

Was it to...deliberately let her see these scars? Make her feel guilty?

Or is it to remind her that 30 years ago, Fu Haitang abandoned her and left her to fend for herself in Shanghai?

……

Ah Lin saw that she was a little uneasy and took the initiative to speak: "Sister-in-law, Ah Yuan is only in his early 20s and has no brains in what he says and does. If you don't like it, I will find someone who talks less and is more stable."

Song Weiyu came back to his senses and stood beside the car with a faint smile: "No, Ah Yuan is fine. Can he come back today?"

"No, it will have to be tomorrow at the earliest."

Song Weiyu looked at A Lin and suddenly remembered what hospital A Lin and Chen Fang were talking about when she went downstairs today? Who went to the hospital?

Is it Ah Yuan?

"Ayuan went to the hospital? I heard you telling Chen Fang this morning, so and so went to the hospital? Is he seriously injured?"

Ah Lin paused when he opened the car door and tensed his jaw: "It's not serious, sister-in-law, don't worry about him."

Song Weiyu said "Hmm..." and thought about calling Ah Yuan to express condolences. After all, what happened last night was her problem, and she was the one who caused Ah Yuan's problems.

A Lin glanced at the name on her dial button.

Then he smiled and said, "Sister-in-law should be more worried about our boss. He has recently been dealing with the Jingnan gang and signed a gambling agreement with Zhu Yan... If he loses, more than half of his worth will be lost."

Song Weiyu frowned and turned off his phone: "What! He signed a betting agreement with Zhu Yan? Is he betting on the five movies released during the Spring Festival?"

Ah Lin started the car and touched the tip of his nose: "Brother is afraid that you will worry and won't let me tell you..."

Song Weiyu sat in the back row and opened the file. His original thoughts were gradually replaced by work.

The sunlight outside the window is getting thicker, but you can't feel the slightest warmth inside the cold floor-to-ceiling windows. Occasionally, when you look out the window, you can only see the desolation of winter.

She sat down in the conference room, and A Lin stood motionless behind her.

In fact, she had only been to this company a few times and didn't know much about the system or personnel, but managers in various departments knew her name well.

Song Weiyu, the head of the famous Fu Group in the capital, and the mistress of the Fu family for a century.

Assistant Hao Te was sitting first on her right. Seeing her stern expression, he stood up, made a cup of hot tea for her at the table, and handed the documents to her.

"Mr. Song, these are the annual data and work progress submitted by the heads of various departments yesterday."

Song Weiyu's half-smiling eyes flashed across the faces of the trembling leaders in the two rows of the conference room, and he raised the report without reading it.

Dozens of stapled documents flew out from in front of her and were scattered haphazardly in the middle of the long conference table.

All the managers held their breath and secretly observed her reaction.

She leaned on the backrest, very leisurely, and opened her lips lightly: "The marketing department planned 2023 market developments in 56, with a fee application amount of up to 38 million, of which 12 failed to meet the standards and barely passed."

The person in charge of the marketing department trembled and then froze.

A clear and lazy female voice came next: "I don't need anyone to investigate. I can tell you with just a few fingers that you have taken no less than 800 million in kickbacks. If you want to go to jail, just say it. I have sent many people to Jingxi Prison. I can introduce you to a few seniors who can protect you."

After she finished speaking, she took a sip of tea.

The head of the marketing department was just about to make a few excuses for himself when Song Weiyu looked at the next person: "Live broadcast operation department, we have cooperated with 2023 merchants in 680, and you have raised prices for 529 of them privately. Do you come up with the yin and yang contract yourself, or Should I call the police and search?"

"Customer Information Transformation Department..."

"Technology research and development……"

Assistant Hao Te gave Song Weiyu another glass of water and looked at a table of shivering department managers with interest.

Her last words: "If you want to resign, make up for the mistakes you made and I will let you go."

There was a long silence in the conference room.

Song Weiyu chuckled, looked at the person in charge of the marketing department, stood up and walked out: "I only see one person a day who wants to talk to me. Oh, by the way, I'm going to Hong Kong on a business trip in five days."

In other words, there are only 5 places available.

When the meeting ended, the person in charge of the marketing department turned pale. Song Weiyu said that he would be let go if the corruption loopholes were filled.

But in the past ten years, millions of dollars of corruption have been spent every year, and the money has been spent like water. How can he make up for it. He stood up and went straight to the parking lot without going to Song Weiyu's office.

Half an hour later.

"Mr. Zhu, you have to help me...most of my money has gone to you!"