Song Xiang straightened up, kept his kneeling posture and half-bowed, and said in a calm tone, "I apologize for my irrational behavior just now."
Yan Han put one hand on his knee, tapping it one after another, and said directly: "After weighing the pros and cons, you found that you can't afford to offend me, so you forced yourself to apologize, right?"
Song Xiang did not shy away and nodded, "In the entire imperial capital, you are the only one who can protect me."
Yan Han snorted and raised the corner of his mouth, "Then your calculations are wrong, and I don't intend to protect you."
Song Xiang raised his head and wiped the liquid from his eyes with a firm gaze.
"You are a businessman who puts profit first. When you look at people, you should not only look at whether they are suitable for making bedding, right?"
She spoke straightforwardly, even without depreciating herself. Yan Han's curiosity was aroused, and he gave her a look like charity.
Song Xiang continued: "I have been with you for five years, and you know better than anyone how much I am capable of."
She raised her head and looked at Yan Han with burning eyes, "Am I really worthy of being a young woman?"
Severe cold silence.
He went through Song Xiang's achievements in the past five years in his mind. He didn't need to think about it in detail. He knew clearly how many achievements Song Xiang had.
However, due to the relationship between the two of them, he always put his private life before public affairs, and easily ignored Song Xiang's abilities.
"Even if you have some skills, so what?" He calmed down, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't intend to let go.
Song Xiang secretly vomited and spoke out the manuscript he had typed up before, word for word.
"Yan has always been blank in the automobile manufacturing industry. In recent years, he has only done some consignment sales. These are all small efforts. I have seen your ten-year plan when you took office, which included the automobile manufacturing industry. If you open up the market from scratch,
Yan's approach requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and is not the best path."
Yan Han narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't care, and said calmly: "What do you want?"
Song Xiang: "There are empty shells delivered to our door right in front of us. As long as Yan's acquisition is successful, we can immediately establish our own scale in the automobile manufacturing industry."
Yan Yanhan's eyes turned cold and he laughed, "Yue Ji?"
Song Xiang nodded and saw Yan Han smiling. She had some idea in her mind and continued: "I have Yue Ji's fake recording in my hand. As long as it is released, regardless of whether it is true or false, Yue Ji's stock price will fall sharply. You only have to
With a little push, the acquisition of Yue Ji is a matter of course."
Yan Han leaned over, couldn't help but reach out and grab the chin of the person in front of him, and looked around.
"There is still something in your mind. I thought you were hopelessly stupid."
Song Xiang's eyes flickered and he didn't dare to take a breath, thinking about other thoughts in his mind.
She raised her chin and said: "Soldiers are very fast. Yue Ji should know that I have obtained the recording. If they can't kill me, they will definitely have another move next."
Yan Han: "Huh? Go on."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "I can hand over the recording to you now."
Yan Han snorted and flicked Song Xiang's chin away.
"It turns out they are looking for me to make a deal again."
Song Xiang: "You haven't asked me what I want yet."
"explain."
"Peace." Song Xiang spat out two words, looked at Shun Han's expression, and said reluctantly, "There is still a sum of money."
Yan Han frowned, a little unhappy, "Are you so short of money?"
From the day they got together, whenever he gave Song Xiang a chance to speak, Song Xiang always wanted money.
He couldn't understand what big thing this woman wanted to do with so much money.
"My mother is in a nursing home. If I can make this deal with you, I plan to take my mother abroad."
Song Xiang didn't hide anything, he told the truth and looked at Yan Han with clear eyes.
Yan Han understood, "You came here tonight to see your mother?"
Song Xiang nodded, a little weakly, "My mother has a mental illness and has relapsed during this time."
Yan Han didn't respond, and the room was quiet.
After a long time, Yan Han got up.
"Give the recording to Yan Song."
Song Xiang: "Now?"
"Um."
Song Xiang was a little worried, "Then..."
Yan Han turned the revolving chair, avoided Song Xiang's sight, and said coldly: "Don't bargain with me, what you want is something I will consider after the fact."
Song Xiang licked her dry lips and got up from the ground, "I understand."
She turned around to pack the medicine box, but did not leave immediately. Instead, she found two more bottles of medicine, poured them out according to the dosage, prepared the water, and placed them next to Yan Han.
"Mr. Yan, I still haven't taken the medicine."
Yan Han glanced at her and didn't want to pay attention to it. He didn't think he needed medicine for that minor injury.
Song Xiang sighed, picked up the medicine, and handed it to Yan Han's lips.
"Your image is also one of the group's intangible assets."
Yan Han snorted, lowered his head, and quickly bit the two pills into his mouth.
He took the water handed over by Song Xiang, raised his head, took a sip, and put down the cup.