Zhang Yaxin is right. Even if the Yan family acquires Yue Ji, it will only slightly surpass the Zhang family in terms of shares.
If Song Xiang had to go out to the board of directors to vote every time something happened, then she really wouldn't have to do it.
"Mr. Song, Director Zhang has no other intentions. I just hope you can think about it carefully."
Zhang Zhaohe came out at the right time to be the peacemaker, looking like a good man. As soon as he opened his mouth, the meeting became quieter. Anyone with a discerning eye could see who really had the say in the board of directors now.
Song Xiang was not in a hurry, she had arranged a good show, she just needed to wait.
However, as soon as she fell silent, the board of directors that had just subsided began to chatter again.
"Ms. Song used to be Mr. Yan's secretary and suddenly became the president. It's inevitable that she will be unfamiliar."
"Actually, it would be appropriate for Miss Song to be our Director Zhang's secretary. She would be too anxious to be the CEO."
"Not everyone can be a CEO. How much experience can a person in his twenties have?"
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Song Xiang finally understood that the Zhang family in this room had no education, and they were all related to Zhang Yunfu. If they got out of the board of directors, these people would be called the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt.
She didn't want to argue with these people, but human patience was limited. What's more, she checked the time several times and no one who was supposed to appear appeared.
The board of directors has become a vegetable market. The more you look at me and say something, the more you say it, the more you say it.
Song Xiang knew that he couldn't wait for what was coming, so he simply waved his hand and dismissed the meeting.
She left quickly, leaving behind a room full of people who unceremoniously despised her for being incompetent. She was indeed a secretary-general.
Song Xiang endured the anger and took Ding Fan back to the office.
Ding Fan knew that she was unhappy, so he just closed the door without saying a word.
Song Xiang stood stunned, really wanting to slap herself on the spot.
She thought that if she sent the information to Zhang Zhaohe's first wife, he would definitely come to the company to cause trouble, but she underestimated the rank of the first wife.
It would be of no benefit to the original wife to bring down Zhang Zhaohe. How could a smart woman come out and embarrass herself?
Song Xiang patted his forehead and sat down on the sofa.
She could have exposed the pregnancy of Zhang Zhao and his wife, but that would have directly led Yue Ji into the trap.
Unless, Yue Ji and the Zhang family are completely removed.
Just as Song Xiang was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door from outside.
"Mr. Song, I'm looking for Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang quickly stood up and looked outside, seeing the cold Yan Song.
Yan Song was dressed in a suit and looked very serious. He entered the office and half-bowed to Song Xiang.
"The young master has made an appointment with a stylist in Venus and asked me to come pick you up?"
Song Xiang was confused, "Doing modeling?"
"Yes." Yan Song glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. If you have nothing to do, please get in the car first."
Song Xiang was caught off guard. He had nothing to prepare, so he took the bag and followed him out.
She wanted to ask Yan Song what was going on, but Yan Song only said one sentence.
"You can ask the young master later."
Song Xiang was speechless and could only follow silently. Along the way downstairs, she encountered many Yue Ji's managers. Song Xiang didn't need to think about it to know that her departure would create a lot of gossip again.
She can't control him too much. Yan Han is her immediate boss and she can't afford to offend him.
Yan Song picked up Song Xiang and drove all the way to the city center.
Venus is owned by the Wang family, and its boss is Wang Fuxue's aunt, Wang Zheng, who has become an internationally renowned fashion socialite in recent years.
Song Xiang met Wang Zheng, who was in his forties and looked about thirty. He had a bold style and a strange personality.
Yan Han didn't like this kind of people the most. He used to avoid them whenever he could when doing styling, but today he took the initiative to go to Venus, which Song Xiang didn't expect.
Get off the car and go up the passage.
In the fashion palace, even the elevators are fragrant. Song Xiang is weak in this aspect and can't help but feel a little restrained.
I followed Yan Song to the third floor. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I heard a little boy squirming.
"Mr. Yan is so handsome. Can I take a photo?"
"Just smile~"
Song Xiang had goosebumps on her arms, and at the same time she was a little curious as to what kind of weirdo dared to talk to Yan Han like this.
Walking through the golden corridor and bypassing the giant pillars, she saw the indoor situation through the giant glass.
Yan Han was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by a group of young men and women, all moving forward as if they were desperate.
A boy dressed like a little girl was lying on the coffee table in front of Yan Han, cooing coquettishly.
Yan Han's expression was serious, his lips pursed tightly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Song Xiang couldn't help laughing.
Obviously there was glass between them, and the sound insulation around them was pretty good, but just when Song Xiang laughed out loud, Yan Han seemed to sense it, and turned his head in a flash.
Through the glass, our eyes met.
Song Xiang didn't expect to be caught, so he straightened his back and kept his smile.
Yan Han snorted and turned his head in displeasure.
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue, opened the door and went in, and everyone's attention gathered.