Song Xiang put on his suit, tied his tie meticulously, straightened his back, and appeared in Yan's high-level conference room.
In the camera, she is calm and composed, arranging the work in the secretary's office, and then sits down at the head of the long table.
Mr. Bush arrived on time as expected, did not see Yan Han, and immediately expressed doubts.
Song Xiang explained the reason gracefully, exaggerating the seriousness of Yan Han's injury to the point where he was almost unable to get out of bed. Bush immediately expressed regret, invited Song Xiang to sit down, and began to report on the work.
"Miss Song has your temperament."
In the ward, Yan Song said something casually.
Yan Han sat on the bed with an expressionless face. When he heard Yan Song's praise, he snorted, "At most, he is qualified."
A smile flashed in Yan Song's eyes and he lowered his head slightly.
The shooting on the screen was updated in real time. After listening to Bush's report, Song Xiang first expressed his gratitude to them for their cooperation over the years, and at the same time expressed his willingness to continue cooperation.
Bush was obviously very satisfied and kept smiling.
Near the end of the meeting
Bush suddenly changed the subject and spread his hands sincerely, "Xiang, an outstanding lady like you is so precious. Just being a secretary is..."
The foreigner, who was not good at Chinese, paused for a moment, and it took him a long time to come up with a word, "wasting natural resources."
Song Xiang was stunned, not expecting to receive the sudden praise.
In the ward, Yan Han also frowned.
Yan Song touched his nose, pretending to be angry and said: "This old ghost has poached you."
Yan Han: "Heh."
It would have been okay if this happened before. Song Xiang had just been promoted to President Yue Ji, and now it was impossible for her to leave even if she was driven away.
Just as he was thinking this, Bush's voice came over again.
"Xiang, what do you think of the president of Arti Jewelry Asia Pacific?"
Yan Han was slightly startled, and at the same time his eyebrows began to converge.
Yan Song glanced at his young master's expression and laughed dryly, "Miss Song won't be interested."
Yan Han frowned and said nothing.
In the video, Song Xiang only hesitated for a moment, while his expression showed surprise.
"Are you going to hire me?"
Her tone was cheerful and she was obviously very interested.
Yan Song twitched the corner of his mouth and felt a chill down his spine. He turned his head and saw a face that was as stern and cold as ice.
He calmly confessed and prayed to Song Xiang not to seek death.
However, Song Xiang did not hear his prayer and had a pleasant conversation with Bush.
Bush: "Our annual salary can reach $6 million."
Song Xiang was surprised and said "Oh", spread his hands and shook his head, sighing: "This is really an attractive number."
Bush looked happy, thinking she was interested and didn't notice Song Xiang's little move.
Song Xiang pressed the headphones on her ears and whispered: "Mr. Yan, do you hear me? I'm worth six million US dollars!"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang smiled at Bush, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and spoke without fear of death: "Mr. Yan, it seems you haven't told me about the annual salary issue."
Yan Han: "Three million."
Yan Song curled his lips quietly, looked at Yan Han's expression, and reminded: "This number is a bit low."
Yan Han pulled a face, as if he wanted to take it or not.
In the camera, Song Xiang sighed.
She put down her hand and looked at Bush with a regretful expression, "Thank you for your kindness, but we Orientals appreciate the kindness of knowing and meeting someone the most. Mr. Yan has been kind to me..."
In the ward, Yan Han sat on the bed, listening to the "loyal advice" coming from the video, raising his chin and humming.
Guess she has a brain and knows the importance.
Song Xiang spoke for a long time and finally concluded: "I can't leave Mr. Yan."
Bush sighed. Although he was sorry, he affirmed Song Xiang's spirit of repaying his kindness.
The meeting finally ended, Song Xiang stood up, and both parties shook hands.
Song Xiang personally sent Bush downstairs, and he disappeared from the screen in front of Yan Han.
The man took off the unused Bluetooth and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was not even ten o'clock.
Yan Song guessed what he was thinking and said casually: "Miss Song won't be back until about twelve o'clock."
Yan Han glanced at Yan Song and said calmly: "She is not a doctor, she is here just for show."
Yan Song: "..."
Coincidentally, there was a knock from the nurse outside the door, indicating that it was time to change the dressing.
Yan Song didn't even think about it and went out directly to postpone the dressing change time.
"Master, please wait until Miss Song comes back before changing."
Yan Han ignored him and lay down on his side with a cold expression.
Yan Song had no choice but to let the nurse go first and carefully closed the door.
Yan Han: "Cancel the afternoon trip."
Yan Song raised his eyebrows, "Then Miss Song may go back to Yue Ji directly."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and raised his arm, but the movement was too big and directly injured his back.
The pain came up and instantly brought him back to last night's situation. The woman sat behind him, blowing gently and carefully applying ointment.
He suddenly felt irritable and closed his eyes unhappily.
Yan Song stood aside, thinking of a compromise, and said, "How about asking Secretary Zhao to bring the documents to the hospital, and then let Miss Song help you handle it?"
Yan Han pursed his lips tightly, neither agreeing nor refuting.
Yan Song pursed his lips, made a clear expression, turned around and went out to make a phone call.