The sound came in, and the next second, the double doors of the conference room were pushed open from the outside.
A stern, cold, dignified and arrogant face appeared in front of people, and he walked into the conference room unceremoniously with a strong momentum. Yan Song expressionlessly pulled a white director up, then pulled the vacant chair and placed it under Song Xiang's head.
, please ask your master to sit down.
Everyone: "..."
Song Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth and cleared his throat, suggesting that he should restrain himself.
Chu Xun sat opposite, faceless, "Mr. Yan, this is Nanrong."
"Of course I know, this is Nanrong of the Rong family." Yan Han's eyes were sharp and he emphasized the word "Rong family".
Then, he waved his hand, and Zhao Zhe led the two people in and handed out the information prepared in advance.
Everyone looked at each other, dissatisfied with the uninvited guest like Yan Han, but some people still opened the information.
Song Xiang also lowered his head and looked through the information. After a brief glance, he was shocked.
He raised his head and met Yan Han's eyes.
What a thief, it's really a roundworm in her stomach.
Yan Han was arrogant to the outside world, noticed her gaze, and quickly raised his eyebrows at her.
"Western?" Nancy took the document and looked through it. After all, she was a layman and hadn't figured out the clue yet.
"This is a communications development project in the no-man's land in the west. It is a special project." Chu Xun raised his head.
The meeting was filled with inhalation.
In an instant, there was the sound of flipping through paper.
Song Xiang sighed inwardly and quietly suppressed the response plan he had prepared, thinking that he should still hug Yan Han's thigh tightly.
“There are very few special projects in China.”
"If you do it well, Nanrong will have a place in communications."
"And it will not affect foreign countries..."
…
After a discussion, someone asked Yan Han a question.
"Mr. Yan, as far as I know, you can develop this project independently."
"Of course." Yan Han raised his chin slightly.
"You are giving away an immeasurable wealth of Nanrong Group for nothing."
"wrong."
Everyone was confused.
Yan Han straightened up and suddenly held Song Xiang's hand, with a leisurely attitude, "I just gave it to Miss Rong."
Song Xiang:!!!
Everyone: "..."
Song Xiang had a slight fever behind his ears.
She had made up her mind to work hard based on her ability, but this guy gave her such a big gift package out of thin air, which was enough for her to live in vain for many years, and he still asked her to work hard.
There was dead silence at the meeting, and everyone's eyes were focused on her. She felt that those people's eyes were about to fall off.
Nancy didn't know the weight behind this sentence, so she snorted, "No wonder Miss Rong is so confident, it turns out..."
"It turns out that I was already prepared!" Someone snatched her words away.
"I've heard that the two of you are getting married, and they are indeed a perfect match!" The speaker was a white man, and his words were completely out of his mind.
"Miss Rong has a unique vision and will surely excel in the future."
"Nanrong's future in the country is bright."
Nancy was dumbfounded, she didn't expect the wind direction to change so quickly.
Song Xiang sat above, hearing the sugar-coated bullets like raindrops, with a calm expression on his face.
She knew in her heart that without the fierce fire of Yan Han, she would not have passed so easily today.
People who were still focused on her "dream" have already begun discussing the details of the cooperation project.
"If I had known you had someone to protect you, I wouldn't have come today." Chu Xun said with a smile.
Song Xiang twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.
Before today, she only thought that Chu Xun was sick and weak. After today, she has seen with her own eyes the places he has managed, and she is also aware of the attitude of these directors towards him, so she must not underestimate him.