Song Xiang didn't expect that Yan Han would change his mind, so he pricked up his ears and listened to what he said in a low voice, not wanting to miss a word.
Yan Han leaned over and spoke in the old man's ear: "The Yan family only wants 70% of the development rights, and the rest will be given to the Li family and the Du family."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, thinking about Yan Han's intention of doing this.
The old man thought faster than her, and smiled slightly through the oxygen mask, "Smart."
Song Xiang had a flash of inspiration and suddenly understood Yan Han's intention.
The Han and Lin families are too powerful. If they cooperate, they will take away at least 30%, and it will also lead to a confrontation between the three families. They are not as powerful as the Li and Du families, and their power is far less than that of the Yan family, but they still have some wealth.
By cooperating with the Li and Du families, the Yan family can maintain its leading position. In order to protect their own interests, the remaining two families will work hard to prevent the Han and Lin families from intervening. They have to bite the bullet and act like Yan Han's knife.
It's severely cold and too cloudy!
Gu said a few words, coughed twice, and spoke with more effort, "I am not in good health, and I will ask your Uncle Gu to follow up later. You work hard, the Yan Group is definitely not your peak."
Yan Han stopped his hand appropriately, finally said a few words to ask the old man to have a good rest, and then straightened up.
Song Xiang thought he was going to leave, so he took a step back.
Gu Gu happened to see her and couldn't help but ask: "Is this your special assistant who found the doctor?"
Yan Han stopped his movements, looked at Song Xiang, and gave her a calm look.
Song Xiang quickly stepped forward and nodded obediently, "It's good to be old, I'm Song Xiang."
"Thank you." The old man's eyes were peaceful, "It's not easy to find someone in the middle of the night."
Song Xiang waved his hands repeatedly, "It's easy, just drag the doctor over."
The old man had a smile in his eyes and stared at Song Xiang for a long time. Song Xiang's face felt hot and he was a little overwhelmed.
"I'll invite you to my house for dinner when I get better. Now I can only thank you in vain."
Song Xiang didn't expect that the old man would take it so seriously. He kept saying no, saying it was his own job and everything was strictly Han's order.
Seeing how nervous she was, the old man smiled even more in his eyes, "You go ahead and have a good rest."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, bowed straight, and took several steps back before turning around.
Yan Han stood by the door waiting for her, and Song Xiang could see the jest in his eyes through the goggles. Most likely, he was laughing at her for not having seen the world.
She hummed in her heart, still concerned about how to gain favor from Yan Han.
The two of them came out and changed their clothes, and the people sitting in the corridor stood up, with surprisingly consistent expressions. It reminded Song Xiang of a group of people waiting outside the office after taking the exam when he was a child, waiting for the results, which is probably what it looks like now.
Yan Han nodded towards Gu Rongyang and said in a calm tone: "The old man's condition has improved, let's leave first."
He didn't say a word, he just said he wanted to leave, and the others immediately couldn't sit still.
"Mr. Xiao Yan, what did the old man say?" Han Zhenshan stepped forward and blocked Yan Han's path.
Yan Han was a head taller than Han Zhenshan. He looked down at others with a condescending indifference. His tone was casual, "It's just gossip. Do you want to ask, Director Han?"
Han Zhenshan was at a loss for words. Of course he knew he shouldn't ask, but it was such a big project that was about to be swallowed up by the Yan family. No matter how calm he was, he couldn't sit still.
"It's getting late, let's all go back to the hotel and rest first." Gu Rongyang came out to smooth things over.
Han Zhenshan moved out of the way, his expression as bright as a palette.
Yan Han raised his chin slightly, looked arrogant, put one hand in his pocket and walked out of the encirclement.
Song Xiang followed him and suddenly raised his head to meet the eyes of a young man.
The other party had a sullen face, but when he saw her, his eyes showed surprise.
Song Xiang was so familiar with this look that he felt disgusted. He averted his eyes and quickly followed Yan Han's pace.
Zhao Zhe was waiting at the entrance of the stairs, with Wen Xin standing next to him.
"Hello, Sister Xiang."
Wen Wen's attitude was very good, and he took the initiative to help Song Xiang into the elevator.
Although Song Xiang didn't like her, he couldn't say he was disgusted, and he didn't throw away her hand.
"Now that the matter is done, you don't even want to ask for a doctor?"
Before Song Xiang entered the elevator, a clear and gentle voice came from behind.