Song Xiang calmly avoided Wang Yong's movements, said a few compliments, and then hurried back to the office, just in time to watch Yang Liu come back from making a phone call.
She put down her things and went up to inquire about the news.
When Yang Liu heard this, he immediately frowned, "It seems like he is targeting you."
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"
Yang Liu crossed his arms across his chest, leaned against the table, and said softly: "Before you came, Wan Ru and Yueyue had always been at the bottom of the performance list. Sometimes they couldn't sell a single car. But when you came, you inspired them.
Sold a sports car."
Song Xiang thought about it, but was still confused, "Then I'm just at the bottom. Is there any punishment?"
"Wang Yong has to go on a business trip every few months, and the people with the lowest performance have to go with him. It was like this before." Yang Liu winked.
Song Xiang followed her line of sight and looked not far away. There was a long-haired girl sitting in the corner, wearing glasses. Although she was not outstanding, she was still pretty.
"See if there is any way to make up for the performance. We already had three cars before, so it's probably not too bad." Yang Liu patted Song Xiang's shoulder, his tone a little worried.
Song Xiang's gastroenteritis was not cured yet, so he still had the ability to continue troubles. He reluctantly smiled and said he would think of a solution.
Yang Liu said no more, picked up her bag and went out to meet the client.
Song Xiang returned to her seat and began to regret preventing Duan Ge from buying a car. She owed Duan Ge a favor and was better off than being taken out alone by Wang Yong.
Her heart was burning and her stomach was churning. She could only pour hot water back and forth into her stomach. In the evening, she went to the mall next door to buy some porridge.
After I went back after eating, I found that a meeting had begun and everyone was in the conference room.
Song Xiang pushed the door open and heard Wang Yong's summary.
"That's it for the meeting. Everyone has worked hard this month." He said halfway and looked at Song Xiang who came in from the back door. "Song Xiang had good results when he came here and was also very good. Although he was at the bottom, he didn't need to be too
Take care and everything will be fine in the future."
Everyone clapped and Song Xiang nodded politely, but felt that something was wrong with the way everyone looked at her.
When the meeting ended, Wang Yong stopped her as soon as she stood up.
"Xiao Song, get ready, we will set off at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
Song Xiang was shocked. She was not prepared to say no. She wanted to speak, but Wang Yong had already left the conference room.
She exhaled, feeling that her stomach was starting to feel uncomfortable again. She suppressed the panic in her heart and walked out, but she was pulled back by someone. When she turned around, she turned out to be Gu Wanru.
"Don't sleep too hard at night, and lock the door tightly."
The other party whispered something in her ear, and then left the conference room with a normal expression.
Song Xiang was heartbroken, and she was basically certain that Wang Yong's arrival was not a good one. Her departure would be a sheep in the tiger's mouth, but it would be unjustifiable not to leave.
My mind was full of things. I sat in my seat until I got off work and everyone around me left one by one.
Song Xiang didn't plan to go home, and his home wasn't safe either. There might be someone from Lewis.
She held her head in her hands. She had never felt so tired. Every road was dead and there was no light at all.
As the office gradually became empty, Gu Lian called and asked her what her plans were for the evening.
She told the situation, without being polite to Gu Lian, and took a taxi to Gu Lian's residence.
Gu Lian has always been open-minded, and as he helped Lu Zechen manage the bar, his methods became more and more sophisticated.
Hearing Song Xiang express her worries, she sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and snorted coldly, "Just find someone to beat him up."
Song Xiang was a little moved, "Can you?"
Gu Lian smiled, put out the lady's cigarette on her fingertips in the ashtray, leaned over half of her body, with a charming look, "Should I find someone to stop him tonight?"
Song Xiang thought for a while, and realized that the other party had not made any real move yet. If she took action in advance, it might be counterproductive. Moreover, she deliberately avoided Lewis, so going to Shanghai for a business trip was also a good place.
"Do you have anyone in Shanghai?" She raised her head and asked Gu Lian.
Gu Lian looked at her face and knew what she was thinking. He smiled and said, "Yes, I am afraid that I won't be able to help you by then."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on the sofa, "That's it, I'll go with that bastard and see how he gets his performance of dozens of cars every month?"
Gu Lian clapped his hands and said in an appreciative tone, "That's right, that's the way it should be. Beating him up isn't the right thing, kicking him down in an upright and fair manner is more interesting."
Song Xiang's chest felt much better. She borrowed a computer from Gu Lian and went to the study room to check for partners on the business trip.
The other party is a cultural industry company. To put it bluntly, it is listed as a shell. This time, it suddenly wants to purchase dozens of cars. It is said that it is for employee benefits.
Song Xiang looked up and down and found no problems. He sorted out the information a little and printed it all into a book.
After doing everything well, she checked her phone for a while and unpreparedly came across news about the Yan Group.
——Yan’s Group has made a large-scale land purchase, and Shanghai may become Yan’s second headquarters.
Song Xiang swiped the screen and saw several notifications with the same message in a row. He felt a little emotional. Although Yan Han was a bit of a scumbag, as a family heir, he was undoubtedly the best among his generation in the imperial capital, and no one could compare with him.
Thinking like this, his eyes met Yan Han's deep, dark eyes on the screen.