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"Boss Lin," Li Bing laughed angrily, "Miss Yue is crazy, how can you follow her crazy?"

She tugged at her neckline irritably, "It's not like you don't know, Chairman Lin is under a lot of pressure on the board of directors, and now you have to apply for a batch of ten-figure money to throw into this kind of money that is sure to have no return. place, isn’t this sending the ammunition to the enemy’s hands?”

"Is this how you treat Lin Dong?"

Lin Qingqian quietly endured all her criticisms, and at the end, she said softly, "You don't need to report tens, you can report half of it at the company." She pinched the center of her brows wearily, "The company will hold half of it." Also report separately, here is not the money that can start immediately, the most important thing to do first. The first phase of the project may be delayed for about a year, and the overall project will take about five years to complete. Do the first phase of the project first, I'll figure out the rest."

Li Bing took a few sips of water and took a breath, "You are the first person in charge, and I can't stop you after you make a decision, but even if I whitewash the books and fool the board of directors first, there will still be gaps."

Lin Qingqian frowned and pondered, and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly smiled with a stern face, "The words whitewashing the ledger actually came out of your mouth."

Li Bing snorted coldly, "My usual image should also be able to add some points, they probably didn't expect that I can also do tricks."

Lin Qingqian bowed slightly to the woman who was the same age as Lin Zhiyin but looked much older than Lin Zhiyin, and said with a little more respect in her words, "Thank you."

"Let's think about how to fill the gap first."

"I can solve part of it." Song Qingyue pushed the door open and said in a low but firm voice.

Lin Qingqian was taken aback, went up to meet him, and led him over. When her fingers touched Song Qingyue's cold clothes, she realized that Song Qingyue should have been standing at the door.

Now that Li Bing saw that Song Qingyue was nothing, he didn't show any good looks, and said with a sneer, "You solve part of it, how do you solve it? Do you rely on the pocket money given to you by your Lin Dong and Mr. Lin?"

"Director Li!" Lin Qingqian looked at Li Bing with disapproval.

However, Li Bing did not show Lin Qingqian face at all, and still stared at Song Qingyue who lowered his head slightly.

"Well, since I became an adult, I have always had a few points of shares under my name, and I have been paid dividends every year. It has been almost three years, and I should have [-] million." Song Qingyue said softly, "This money has never been touched, it should be enough to save money. emergency."

"That's the dowry your mother left for you." Lin Qingqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Who else can I marry?" Song Qingyue smiled and looked at Lin Qingqian, "Someone even gave me a contract."

Lin Qingqian shut up obediently.

"One hundred million is enough to relieve anxiety, but there is still a long way to go before all the money." Li Bing put away the contempt in his eyes and looked at Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue was silent for a while, and said softly, "I hope that Lin can only pay the nine-figure sum that was originally intended to be paid, five years, right?"

Her gaze became a little firmer, "Five years, one billion yuan. Excluding my current and future dividends, it will be around 7 million yuan, which is not a lot on average every year. I can sign a gambling agreement."

Her eyes were firm, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised, "After all, the entertainment industry really makes money, right?"

She looked at Lin Qingqian again, "Actually, you hurried in before I finished talking just now."

"I promised you that if I don't understand it myself, it won't affect your decision."

Li Bing wanted to laugh at her childishness, but she lowered her head because of her scorching gaze, organized her words, and said softly, "Lin's side can pay up to [-] million yuan, and the parallelism of the two plans is not a simple addition. For example, part of the money for building a school can be saved, and by simple calculation, it can probably save nearly [-] million yuan."

"Five years, [-] million?" Song Qingyue smiled, "Not bad."

Lin Zhiyin looked at Song Qingyue's back, a little relieved, but more distressed.

Song Qingyue, who had reached an agreement with Li Bing, turned his head, looked at Lin Qingqian with a complicated expression, walked over, touched her face, and said softly, "This is my home, how can I just watch you spend money and work hard? Unpleasant?"

Lin Qingqian hugged him into his arms, and let Song Qingyue continue to put his hands on his face. His voice was not normal, "Children of the Lin family, sign a gambling agreement with your family, what are you talking about?"

Song Qingyue felt that his hands were a little wet.

"It hurts!" She pinched Lin Qingqian's face with force.

Mr. Lin, who was still moved, looked confused, and Li Bing looked blank.

"Don't hug me, I haven't forgiven you yet." Song Qingyue smirked.

Li Bing laughed, flipped through the palm-thick documents, and threw them into the trash can with distress, gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "Miss Yue!"

Song Qingyue was startled and turned around, "Dong Li, what's wrong?"

Li Bing also had a dark face, "Since you are the one who pays the main money, you should come along and be the main person in charge."

"Although you have a plan, you are still responsible for this kind of brainstorming to come up with ideas and change the plan," Li Bing said with a sullen face, "There is a solution this time, what about next time?"

Li Bing was thinking of his old mother: Don't let Miss Yue be the next family, so I don't know that Chai Migui is expensive.

Lin Qingqian nodded, "Yes, I will teach her."

Li Bing's eyes darkened, "But you can't do it all for me!"

"Of course," Lin Qing smiled, "I'll just be a deputy."

Li Bing was silent.

Isn't everything a deputy job?Such as myself.

"Forget it, it's up to you two." She waved her hand, "I'll sit alone."

Both of them understood Li Bing's eviction order, got up obediently, and took it to the door.

It was already late at night, and there was no one on the country path. The two walked silently, one behind the other.

Song Qingyue: I'm so angry, why doesn't this guy talk!

Lin Qingqian: I'm so sad, it's embarrassing not to speak, what should I say?

"How to be a leader?" After all, Song Qingyue spoke first and broke the silence, "I'm not referring to those on the spiritual level, such as corporal courtesy and decisive decision-making, I want to know a specific measure... For example, me, never I haven’t done anything similar, what should I do? Is there anything I can learn from, something like a formula?”

Lin Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, the child is still willing to talk to her.

"Actually, there are." She walked a few steps quickly, walking side by side with Song Qingyue, "As long as you master the formula of a leader, you are not just an ordinary leader, but you can do it quite beautifully."

"You tell me first?"

Lin Qingqian became serious, "Actually, to be a leader, you only need to know three tricks."

"These three powers will be in your hands."

"First, it's called sorting out data, or something else."

"To solve a problem, you must first find the problem, and sorting out data is a must."

"Of course, this is a vast and complicated job. As a leader, you don't need to do it yourself at all. This requires the use of a second ax called apportionment."

"Not only the information, but all the work must be apportioned, with a clear division of labor, and finally aggregated to you. The people under your command are your ears and eyes, and your tentacles to control the company or the project."

"The last ax is called accountability. It's also very simple. Whoever fails to do the assigned work well will be punished. The means and intensity of punishment will increase with the degree of mistakes. At this level, the most important thing is The rewards are clear."

"Of course, putting the power of punishment in your own hands has another advantage when leading the company: for example, find an excuse to punish dissidents, or turn big things into small things to win people's hearts, etc... "Lin Qingqian has already said hi, and has forgotten what kind of person Song Qingyue is. She just wants to tell her a little bit of her experience, and quickly become a leader.

When she reacted, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back, and it was even cooler under the evening wind.

She peeked at Song Qingyue at the side.

"Well, go on." Song Qingyue was recording while typing on the memo on the phone.Lin Qingqian stretched out her head to look, and found that Song Qingyue had recorded everything she said verbatim.

Including the sentence that is a bit out of line.

She didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.

"Well, I'll continue."

If Xie Wengu was here, he would be surprised to find that what Lin Qingqian said was exactly the same as what Xie Wenting taught himself. Except that Lin Qingqian's words and sentences were more elegant, the core idea was exactly the same, as if carved out of the same mold of.

Lin Zhiyin: After all, I taught them all.

Unfortunately, they are in Wanfo Mountain not far from the village.

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The old headmaster took care of the three girl dolls and did not arrange morning classes for them.It was already eight o'clock when Song Qingyue woke up, and Lin Qingqian beside him had already disappeared.

She got up, sat on the bed in a daze for a while, sighed, got out of bed with bent legs, took out the blue clip from the drawer, and stared at it in a daze.

He took out the diamond ring from yesterday's coat pocket again, bit his lower lip, and looked at its dazzling under the light.

"Stupid Lin Qingqian." She cursed, then put the ring and the blue clip in her suitcase.

Since Lin Qingqian said she wanted to hold it by herself, then take it.

After changing her clothes and washing her clothes, she passed the room next to her and stretched her head to see that Leng Lan and Mao Banxue hadn't woken up yet, so she quietly walked out the door and took the big rooster that was about to crow again, ready to go to the village. The elders have breakfast.

She was a little surprised that she didn't see anyone on the road, but soon her heart began to beat again—won't the villagers run to protest again?

Turning a corner, she saw a crowd of people crowded in front of the village chief's house, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurried forward.

The crowd was chatting enthusiastically, and the content was indeed related to what happened last night, but it was not what Song Qingyue imagined.

"Hey, let me tell you, if you don't have the courage of the big boss yesterday, you won't have daydreams about getting rich!" Fat aunt Wang Nier sat in the middle, and the village chief looked at him with a helpless and funny expression. Watching her bragging, a circle of people surrounded her, "The big boss is really good for us. Last night, when we were in that room, the big boss told us that he wanted us to move to the county because he wanted to save money. Some money."

"How much money can I spend less!" Someone stared and said stubbornly, "I just look at her with good intentions."

"Don't fart there!" The fat aunt directly greeted the man's head with a big slap, "If we sell the whole village, we can't afford a fraction of the money. Saying it is a number that scares you to death. You all If the net worth is [-], the boss will pay at least [-] million!"

The man shut up embarrassingly.

"Then let me say, we don't want to move, what can we do, the big boss has a headache, the village head and the old principal can't do anything, so I said, 'Hey, can you move if you want, and don't move if you don't want to? ?'"

"The big boss was very happy when he heard it, saying that I am a genius! That is a kind of willingness to agree, saying that it doesn't matter how much money is spent, as long as the people in the village live well."

The village head saw Song Qingyue approaching from a distance, and hurriedly kicked the little stool under the fat aunt's buttocks, "I will put money on my face."

"Hey, village chief, what are you doing?" The fat aunt looked at him dissatisfied, and when she turned her head, she saw the smiling Song Qingyue, and slapped her thigh, "Oh, Madam Song's daughter is here."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, the village chief dragged Song Qingyue out of the crowd and brought him into the house.

Song Qingyue entered the door, and heard someone yelling outside the door, "Then how should we repay the big boss?"

The fat aunt patted her chest, "How much is our flesh worth? Let's work for the big boss in the next life!"

"Hey, yeah, what can we do?"

"If the big boss needs my life, I will not hesitate!"

"Just talking about those polite rhetoric, are you going to give it or not!"

"Of course I did!"

Song Qingyue walked in, only to find that Lin Qingqian was there.

"Why, it's interesting to hear others praise yourself?" She sat next to Lin Qingqian, and unceremoniously snatched the pancake from her hand.

The corner of Lin Qingqian's lips raised, "It's quite interesting." She covered her mouth and suppressed a smile, "I've been doing business for so long, and I haven't seen such direct flattery."

"What is flattery?" Song Qingyue patted her on the head, "This is called the simple feelings of the peasant uncle."

The village chief came over with a bowl of porridge. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Don't bother with Wang Nier, she is just like that."

"The mouth is bigger than anyone else, and the heart is smaller than anyone else. But people are not bad." He sat down opposite the two, "The chicken bought by Li Sanquan was offered by her to lay eggs, so I just wanted to lay more eggs." I can sell it for a little more money to see a doctor for her father."

He poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "She treats that chicken better than her doll. Wang Nier went to the next village to stay overnight, and secretly sold the chicken to Li Sanquan, and Li Sanquan was afraid that the child would be worried, so she directly gave it to Wang Nier's father."

"Wang Nier came back and didn't look at the chicken. She must be crazy. Although the chicken is only worth 50, it is a hen and can lay eggs."

He waved his hand wearily, "Hey, it's just a mess anyway, no one can explain it."

"So, Wang Nier didn't say anything, but she really thanked you in her heart."

Lin Qingqian smiled casually, "It doesn't matter."

The village head became stern, "Mr. Lin, in our village, everyone has gone to school, and most of them were taught by the old principal. If you have a favor, you have to repay it. We all understand that if you have something useful, just say it! "

Lin Qingqian raised her chin at Song Qingyue, "She is in charge now, you tell her."

The village chief was taken aback and looked at Song Qingyue.

Lin Qingqian smiled brightly, "I taught you that yesterday."

Song Qingyue opened his mouth and muttered "information, apportionment, and accountability" silently. After thinking for a while, he asked the village chief, "Can you count how many carpenters, masons, and road builders and cement mixes there are in the village?" , How many people can read and write, let's sum it up, and then we may share some work and let the villagers do it themselves."

"That's no problem," the village chief patted his chest, "You have paid all the money, so why don't we not want to do some small work."

"It's better to remember the skill level." Song Qingyue added.

"no problem."

Lin Qing smiled slightly.

Qingyue got started very quickly.

Time in the village passed quickly and slowly.

The supporting teaching team had a total of ten classes a week and had to return to school to hand in the report soon.

Song Qingyue has lost a lot of weight in the past few days.

The class is fairly easy, mainly responsible for these things in the village, Li Bing also intends to train her, watching Lin Qingqian not let her help.

Song Qingyue, who kept the three axes in mind, did not make mistakes, but he was not very proficient. He often worked in the board room until midnight, and Lin Qingqian sat beside him, watching quietly.

"I'll leave the work to you first," Song Qingyue stretched, "I'll go back for a week, and I'll be right back after handing in the report."

Lin Qingqian had a bit of reluctance in her eyes, but she still handed over the luggage to her.

"You still have things in the school, those lesson plans and so on." Li Sanquan also rushed over to deliver them, panting, "Shall I ask the principal to deliver them?"

"No need," Song Qingyue waved his hands hastily, "Just stay in school, it's a souvenir."

After Song Qingyue and his party bid farewell to everyone, they started on their way home.

In addition to teaching the three-person team, there is also Li Bing.

"Mr. Li, why did you leave?" Song Qingyue asked Li Bing curiously.

"I have to go back and have a meeting." Li Bing finally let out a breath after leaving Lin Qingqian's sight.

Finally, there is no need to hide that matter, God knows how much pressure she has in front of President Lin.

"Miss Yue, Director Lin said that he has already greeted the school, and the two of them can just go back. You have to go back to City S with me."

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"Mom, what do you want from me?" Song Qingyue returned to the old house with trepidation, walked into the dark-colored study room, and stood in front of Lin Zhiyin.

On the desk, there was a thick stack of papers and a gun.

The black gun pressed against the snow-white paper.

If Lin Qingqian were here, she would definitely recognize this as the one she had seen before.

"I heard from Li Bing that you want to earn [-] million in five years?" Lin Zhiyin smiled, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.

It was Song Qingyue's first time to bear Lin Zhiyin's aura head-on, a little numb, but his posture was still upright, "Yes."

Lin Zhiyin tapped her fingers on the table, "Are you confident?"

"Have!"

Lin Zhiyin stared at her without saying a word, Song Qingyue felt that the time was becoming more and more difficult.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Zhiyin let out a chuckle, her face thawed like a spring breeze, "It's good to have confidence." She smiled and asked Song Qingyue to sit down, "I called you here today because I have something to tell you. "

Song Qingyue heaved a sigh of relief and sat down.

How could I have thought that this breath of relief was too early.

Lin Zhiyin pondered for a while, "You, do you know that your father, Mu Huacheng, did not die accidentally?"

"What do you mean?" Song Qingyue hesitated.

"Literally. To put it simply, the cause of his death was indeed a heart attack, but the cause of the heart attack...is not a natural cause." Lin Zhiyin smiled.

That smile seemed creepy to Song Qingyue.

"You... killed him?"

Lin Zhiyin didn't answer, but said softly, "Do you want to know the motive?"

Song Qingyue nodded, still immersed in a huge sense of unreality.

"Qingqian was very sensitive when she was a child." Lin Zhiyin was lost in memory, "The age when I brought her back just happened to be when I just remembered."

"I couldn't tell her where her biological father had gone, so even though I treated her like my own, she was still sensitive and shy."

"It's the same when this kind of personality grows up. Xiao Zhang sometimes told me that she saw the young lady throwing the quilt wildly, yelling at the quilt, and then immediately retracted into the quilt and wrapped herself into a ball."

Lin Zhiyin was silent for a while, "Actually, it's also my fault, I don't have much time to accompany her."

"Qingqian is also very smart. I even think she was so smart when she was a few years old. She can even judge where I went and who I met today through some marks on my clothes. It's really like Sherlock Holmes. Correct. It’s neither high nor low, but it’s still pretty impressive.”

"What do you want to say?" Song Qingyue couldn't help asking.

"Don't worry, it will be soon." Lin Zhiyin smiled, "Later, you came too. After she knew that Mu Huacheng was your biological father, she didn't say anything, but she still felt a little sad, fearful, and jealous in her heart."

"But she's a good kid at heart, so I guess you also find her divisive, sometimes violent and sometimes gentle."

"Until, her year." Lin Zhiyin was silent for a while, "At that time, she wanted to act very much, probably because she just thought it was purely for fun, and just after the college entrance examination, she wanted to let herself go, so she asked Li Zimu to film for her."

"There is nothing wrong with all of this. The problem lies in the script." Lin Zhiyin's face darkened, "Li Zimu's original script was not like this, or not so sad, but Mu Huacheng reviewed the script in the name of Lin Qingqian's father, Amended."

"Oh, I copied it completely according to our family's appearance." Lin Zhiyin shook his head, "I had already broken up with him at the time, and I happened to be on a business trip abroad, so I didn't pay attention to it, and it was too late when I noticed it. .”

"The play is over, and Qing Qian's spirit is even more abnormal. She has completely entered the play."

"What's even more strange is that the tyrannical and manic side of her disappeared and became more sentimental."

"The doctor said that there must be some mental problems." She paused, "Suspected schizophrenia."

"That tyrannical and manic personality destroyed herself, and after that, Qingqian never showed the talent of judging experience from the traces, and she didn't have the ghostly IQ in doing things on weekdays."

Lin Zhiyin sneered, "At that time, I thought she was ruined. The only remaining flesh and blood of my brother, Lin's only child, was ruined by Mu Huacheng."

"That's the motivation." She looked at Song Qingyue who seemed to be listening to a scripture, and smiled, "It's incredible."

Song Qingyue pursed his lips, "It's nonsense."

"Indeed, but that's the truth." Lin Zhiyin rested his chin, "At that time, the competition between Mu Huacheng and I was at a fever pitch. He tried to change Lin's surname to Mu. We either died or we died, plus this incident. .”

"I made the most arrogant gamble in my life. I bet that foreign medicines are really useful and won't be found out. I bet that he didn't expect me to make such a black trick."

"That's the truth." She looked at Song Qingyue and asked softly, "Do you hate me?"

Song Qingyue was like a statue, after a long time, he shook his head slightly.

She opened her mouth and found that her voice was hoarse.

"I will never hate you."

The corners of Lin Zhiyin's lips curled up, looking at her with relief.

"Then what else do you want to ask?"

Song Qingyue raised his head slightly, looked carefully at this unfamiliar woman, and said softly, "Why did you tell me?"

"Good question," Lin Zhiyin snapped his fingers, "Now, there are three people who know the truth, you, me, and one person, Song Chaodu."

Lin Zhiyin suddenly leaned forward, smiled and looked into Song Qingyue's eyes, "Qingyue, I will be brought to justice soon."

She picked up the gun, revealing a thick stack of papers underneath, "Song Chao Duna's evidence will only be more than this, and will not be less than this."

"What do you want me to do?" Song Qingyue got up, stepped back slightly, and looked at Lin Zhiyin in fear.

Lin Zhiyin shook her head regretfully, "Please, Qingyue, you are very smart, you should have already thought of it, don't act stupid." She was playing with the gun in her hand, and pushed the phone aside.

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Zhiyin who was smiling in the darkness, and a chill ran up his spine.

She is making the most important decision in her life, which is much more important than whether to save people or not.

It is also much more difficult.

Under Lin Zhiyin's encouraging eyes, she slowly reached for the phone.

Press three numbers to dial.

"Hello, 110?"

"I'm Song Qingyue, and I want to report Lin Zhiyin, chairman of the Lin Corporation."

Lin Zhiyin looked calm, but his fingers had already gripped the arm of the chair.

"Reason for reporting?" Song Qingyue glanced at Lin Zhiyin.

"Illegal Possession of a Firearm."

The author has something to say: trust me!The holes will be filled!

The kids have already started filling in the holes!