When Song Xiang arrived at the conference room, what he saw was an old figure.
She had seen Zhang Yunfu's photo on Baidu before. He was clearly only in his sixties, but now when she looked at it, he looked like he was eighty years old.
"Dr. Zhang."
When the old man heard the sound, he quickly stood up with crutches and staggered, as if he was about to fall down in the next second.
Song Xiang walked to the front and politely asked the other party to sit down.
Zhang Yunfu pushed up his reading glasses and sat down unsteadily. Before he could speak, tears started to flow.
"Mr. Song, Quanzi is young and ignorant, and has caused trouble for you and Mr. Yan."
When Song Xiang heard this, he immediately understood the other party's intention.
"I'm fine, but Mr. Yan is still in the hospital."
Zhang Yunfu sighed and burst into tears, "I know, it's just that I'm in a difficult situation now and I can't see Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang put his hand on the table and gently rubbed the edge of the folder, "It's useless even if you see Mr. Yan now. The court hasn't opened yet, and the victim's forgiveness will have no effect."
Zhang Yunfu's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at Song Xiang through his reading glasses, "Mr. Yan has decided to go through judicial channels?"
Song Xiang pretended to be surprised, "Is there any other way? Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang deliberately hurt people. If Mr. Yan hadn't found out in time, half of my face would have been ruined."
She helplessly spread her hands and continued: "You also know what the situation of the Yan family is like. Mr. Yan was injured like that. It is not easy for Mr. Yan not to use his connections to suppress him. You don't want the Yan family to withdraw the lawsuit, right?"
Zhang Yunfu was silent.
Song Xiang leaned on the chair, completely acting as a bystander, and said: "If you have this time, why not persuade Mr. Zhang to have a better attitude towards pleading guilty and hire a better lawyer? The Yan family does not have one."
Deliberately trying to make it absolutely impossible, if the court decides well, it will only last for a year and a half at most."
Zhang Yunfu clutched his crutches and coughed twice with an ugly look on his face. His old face was full of despair and gloom.
He raised his head, looked at Song Xiang with his dry and complicated eyes through his reading glasses, and said calmly: "It seems that Song Xiang is not going to help anymore."
Song Xiang frowned, "You are trying to force someone into a difficult situation. With my ability, I can't help you."
"As expected, he is a person raised by the Yan family."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and his face changed faster than the sky. He leaned back and showed a ruthless expression.
"It's a pity. No matter how powerful the Yan family is, they can't stop everyone from talking. If Mr. Song helps Mr. Yan do something that is harmful to nature, someone will always see it."
Song Xiang's eyes darkened, staring closely at the face full of stories in front of him.
Various thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, and she quickly came to a conclusion.
She laughed and said, "Dr. Zhang has been in the shopping mall for many years, and the younger generation has learned a lesson."
The old man snorted heavily, stood up on crutches, and said coolly: "In our circle, it's just that you sell me face today, and I'll give you favors tomorrow. It doesn't matter how much money you have, just keep everything in check."
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"Little girls of your age, it's better to be cautious, otherwise..."
He shook his head and said inexplicably, "The wind by the river is not pleasant..."
Song Xiang knew in his heart that Wenxin was most likely in the hands of this old guy.
She looked calm and said calmly: "I understand what you mean. The weather is hot. You go back first. I will go see Mr. Yan now."
The old man's eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were curved with victory.
"That's fine. I'm waiting for Mr. Song's reply. I hope Mr. Yan will give you face and don't let us people lose their way to survive."
Song Xiang watched the other party turn around. She was sitting on the chair, her face gradually becoming expressionless.
Ding Fan walked into the conference room and saw that Song Xiang's face looked wrong, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.
Song Xiang put away the pen and ordered: "Prepare the car and go to ** Hospital."
"OK."
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In the ward, Yan Han vetoed all public relations plans in a ruthless manner, and also scolded the director of the public relations department like a dog.
There was a crowd of people in the ward, and no one dared to make a fuss.
After a while, Zhao Zhe knocked on the door carefully and came in.
"Mr. Yan, Sister Xiang is here."
Yan Han didn't even think about it, "Let her go!"
Zhao Zhe: "This..."
Outside the door, Song Xiang heard the voices inside clearly, and his expression remained unchanged.
She patted Zhao Zhe on the shoulder and motioned for him to go away.
Zhao Zhe understood and got out of the way.
Song Xiang pushed open the door of the room and was hit by the folder that was thrown at him.
She didn't hide, she fixed her hair with a smile, then leaned over to pick up the documents.
Looking up, she smiled faintly when she saw Yan Han's fierce expression.
"Mr. Yan, be careful, your movements may cause injuries."
Everyone in the ward looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh, as expected of the chief secretary, his ability to withstand pressure is incredible.
Yan Han chuckled softly, showing a strange smile, "Are you still afraid that I will cause the wound? If I died directly, wouldn't you be happier?"
Song Xiang smiled and said, "Why do you think so? Who wouldn't cherish a young talent like you?"
Everyone: "..."
Gee, that sounds false at first glance.
Song Xiang resisted Yan Han's unignorable gaze and turned to look at the director of the public relations department, "Director Yang, I have a plan, can you listen to it?"