Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

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Song Weiyu was sitting in her office. It was rare for her to not be able to read the contract. Holding the pen and scratching, the white paper was written in a mess.

In fact, it's just two names that are superimposed over and over again.

Fu Haitang, darken and cross out. Change it to Chen Fang, and then write Chen Fang all over the page.

Finally, she tore the paper into small pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Mr. Ma's phone call came in, his voice was very low.

It seemed that he was covering his phone and said: "Mr. Song, you have to save me, Director Fu is crazy."

"What?" She frowned.

"Director Fu suddenly came to Yunyi to hold an emergency meeting. He targeted several managers and really wanted to fire us this time. Can you come?"

Regarding matters related to Fu Haitang, she promised Chen Fang not to move forward.

But as it related to Yunyi Technology, she had to think about it.

This is the fastest way for her to reach the top of the industry.

"Ayuan, let's go to Yunyi Technology." The two got into the car.

They were driving so fast along the way that Ah Yuan didn't notice that when they came out of the company, a car followed them.

The Rolls-Royce parked in the underground parking lot of Yunyi Technology. The two got out of the car and rushed to the management floor.

Yunyi is very large and hierarchical.

Entering each floor requires an employee card of the corresponding level.

The arrogant energy that Song Weiyu has developed over the years makes her stand out in front of all the social beasts. He glanced lightly at the front desk and the receptionist.

Go directly to the elevator.

But no matter how outstanding her temperament was, she was still blocked on the first floor without access control authority.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for, lady?"

"Looking for your Mr. Ma." Song Weiyu smiled.

"What's your reservation name? Let me check it for you." Looking at the beautiful woman at the front desk, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Before Song Weiyu could reply, the general assistant of the secretary's office came to pick him up in person. He rushed over with Xiao Xiao and bent down to swipe the access control card.

"This is Dong Fu's wife, please remember this," the assistant general ordered.

"Hello Mrs. Fu..."

In an instant, dozens of eyes looked at her.

Song Weiyu felt a little guilty when she heard this familiar yet unfamiliar voice from Mrs. Fu.

Thinking about what would happen if the hairpin was thrown away, she suddenly felt that if she went up like this today, she would be humiliated by Fu Haitang.

Want to run.

But Mr. Ma's assistant was staring at her like a savior.

"Ding" The elevator had reached the management level, and she stepped out bravely.

"Mrs. Fu, please come this way..."

"Can you please stop calling me Mrs. Fu for a while? Call me Mr. Song."

She didn't want to see Fu Haitang's sneering eyes.

Outside the conference room, she heard Fu Haitang's scolding voice.

"Mr. Ma, are these a bunch of trash under you?" The man's deep voice was very penetrating even though it was separated by a door panel.

Song Weiyu stood in fear at the door of the conference room for the first time.

He passed his fingers through his forehead, casually brushed back a handful of soft long hair, tugged on his skirt and collar, and sipped his lipstick.

Still want to run.

Fu Haitang's gloomy voice came from the door again: "Mr. Ma, let me ask you something. With this quarter's performance, will it be enough for you to resign and go home?"

"Lead your team. Pack up your bags and leave."

Mr. Ma panicked and looked at the door. Why hasn't Song Weiyu come yet?

"No, Director Fu, don't say anything about life or death. The performance of companies in the same industry this quarter is not very good. It is the general environment that is causing trouble, and we Yunyi have already taken care of it."

"Then do I still have to thank you? Mr. Ma? How about you do it as chairman?" The voice was particularly impatient.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I guarantee that in the next quarter, the performance will surpass this quarter's performance by 40%."

There was a brief silence in the conference room, and Fu Haitang tapped the table gently.

One after another, they hit Mr. Ma’s anxious heart at the same time.

"Mr. Ma, you want me to use the last quarter's profit to bet with you? Why do you think so?"

"I..." Mr. Ma was speechless.

Fu Haitang continued to press, not giving Mr. Ma a chance to breathe: "If the profit next quarter does not reach the 40% you said, who will guarantee my loss for you?"

"Pack up your gear and leave as soon as possible. A new team will come to take your place tomorrow."

He leaned on the leather seat, his expression suddenly became oppressive, and he glanced at the managers one after another.

Fu Haitang's aura has always been flamboyant and oppressive. He stood up and looked at the entire conference room, which made this feeling even more obvious.

This is irrefutable.

No one in the entire conference room dared to speak. Everyone lowered their heads and gave Mr. Ma a bold wink, asking him to try again.

Mr. Ma didn't dare to say anything more and kept looking at the door.

Fu Haitang sneered and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Ma, why are you always looking at the door? Are you leaving in a hurry?"

"I'll guarantee it."

A clear and gentle female voice came in as the door opened.