Song Xiang was caught off guard by Yan Song's education. His meal was tasteless and he was no longer in the mood to joke with Duan Ge.
The lunch ended hastily, and Duan Ge criticized Song Xiang, saying that she was too assertive.
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She persuaded the eldest young master with kind words and finally made a promise to go to the beach to play together. It was not easy to coax Duan Ge.
The two broke up in the restaurant, and Song Xiang went upstairs alone, thinking about the afternoon's work.
She called Ding Fan in and asked about the current situation of the company.
"You should know the general situation. The company has several production lines that are idle, basically supporting idle workers."
Ding Fan told the truth, looked at Song Xiang's face, and added, "If you want to cut down the production line, you have to hold a board meeting."
The board of directors is also made up of the Zhang family. Everyone has bits and pieces of shares in their hands and will not let go easily.
Song Xiang tapped his temple to show that he understood clearly, and asked Ding Fan to arrange the board meeting for tomorrow.
As soon as Ding Fan went out, Song Xiang opened Zhang Zhaohe's information in the mailbox.
This man is really interesting. Most of his assets are abroad, and he also has a mistress in a beautiful country. Logically speaking, he should have no relationship with his original wife.
It just so happens that this guy has a lot of fun. It is said that he has a deep relationship with his original wife. Because the original wife is infertile, he also spent a lot of money to get pregnant in a beautiful country. The child is already three years old.
Forget about the rest, pregnancy is a sensitive topic recently, and the rich are avoiding it for fear of having their water meters checked. Zhang Zhaohe actually left such a time bomb for himself.
Song Xiang did not hesitate and sent a copy of the mistress's information to the real wife, and contacted two reporters.
A two-pronged approach will make everything possible.
After doing this, Song Xiang made an appointment with the heads of several departments for dinner. She couldn't figure out where these people were standing in line. She ate grapes all afternoon before going and was prepared to be drunk.
In the evening, Yang Liu was also there, plus directors and managers from several departments, a total of more than a dozen people.
Zhang Zhaohe was still the leader, introducing Song Xiang to the surrounding scenery along the way, as if Song Xiang had come to the imperial capital for the first time.
"Mr. Song is so young, it is rare to do something like this."
"The future is limitless."
"How many years has Mr. Song been in the imperial capital?"
"Mr. Song..."
Song Xiang was sitting in the passenger seat, listening to a group of people talking nonsense with a smile on her face. Although she was angry that these people were ignorant of current affairs, she kept telling herself to calm down as soon as she heard Mr. Song's words.
The words "Mr. Song" are hard-earned and cannot be delayed by these wastes.
Upon entering the restaurant, Qian Peng, the director of the sales department, asked for wine orders. Before the food was served, he had already come up and offered Song Xiang a glass of white wine.
Song Xiang excused herself and said she didn't know how to drink, but the people present were all human beings, and they wouldn't let her go just because it stained her face from drinking, and kept urging her to drink with a smile on her face.
Fortunately, there was Yangliu standing next to him, otherwise Song Xiang would have been beaten to the ground by this group of people.
In the middle of the journey, Song Xiang couldn't bear it anymore and had to sneak to the bathroom to induce vomiting.
My stomach was churning and uncomfortable, and I could not recover even after lying on the sink for a long time.
"Mr. Song, are you okay?"
A greeting came out of nowhere, and Song Xiang suddenly woke up and looked up with energy.
It was a female section chief in the advertising department named Zheng Wen.
"fine."
Song Xiang straightened up, smoothed his hair, and looked at the person in the mirror with a smile.
Zheng Wen touched up her makeup and sighed: "It's hard for us women, and it's not easy to get along in the workplace."
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, hearing that the words were wrong.
Zheng Wen added: "The happiest women are Director Zhang's wife, a full-time wife, a loving couple who don't even have to have children by themselves."
Song Xiang sighed inwardly, roughly understanding the other party's intention.
She pretended to be surprised, "What, you don't have to give birth to the child yourself?"
Zheng Wen was startled and looked like she had said the wrong thing, "Look at me, what nonsense am I talking about? I'm so drunk."
She held Song Xiang's arm and said with a smile: "Let's go back quickly, there are still people inside asking to continue drinking."
Song Xiang smiled and followed out of the bathroom calmly.
The two of them returned to the box and had another drink.
The whole room is full of veterans, and Song Xiang is not a newcomer either. He is very good at persuading people to drink.
Injuring the enemy a thousand times and inflicting eight hundred losses on oneself, no one can even think of going out completely.
Near ten o'clock, the banquet ended.
Song Xiang stumbled into the bodyguard's car arranged by Yan Song. When he arrived at Hengshan Residence, he still felt like he was in a box.
"Drink! Are you not giving me face?"
The bodyguard supporting her: "..."
As the elevator went up, Song Xiang lay on the transparent elevator and looked down, subconsciously thinking that the severe cold would not appear. She could turn on the air conditioner in the whole house later and eat any fruit in the refrigerator.
Happy~
The elevator door opens.
The bodyguard helped Song Xiang go out, but stopped in the corridor.
Song Xiang blinked, "What's wrong?"
When the two bodyguards saw Yan Song standing at the door, they looked at each other and let go of Song Xiang.
"Miss Song, goodbye."
Song Xiang almost lost her balance and pulled against the wall to steady herself. She didn't understand what the two bodyguards meant.