"The ceremony is completed, and the family members return the ceremony."
After a set of procedures, Li Siwen only looked at each other and Shirley Song, then turned and left. He thought that today's events would pass peacefully, but just as he was leaving, three more people came in from outside.
The three of them must have come to mourn the deceased, but their expressions were a bit more frivolous, and they even had smiles on their lips.
This behavior made Li Siwen a little curious. Remembering what Bo Ding had just said, he deliberately stopped at the door of the condolence room.
In the condolence room, the three of them laid incense one after another and saluted the family members. However, they did not turn around and leave like the others, but looked directly at Ding Zheng.
"Mr. Ding, do you still remember me?" the leader of the group, a man with glasses, asked.
"Remember, the general manager of Pierre Cardin Men's Wear China Branch is also the biggest partner of our Song family." Ding Zheng replied casually.
"Hey, no wonder Mr. Song asked you to be the housekeeper. I have a good memory. I remember that we only met once five years ago." The man laughed, then stretched out his hand and said: "My name is Zhang Peng, and you always call me
Just me, Xiaopeng."
"Mr. Zhang, you're too polite. How can a servant like me call you by your first name?" Ding Zheng asked after he finished speaking: "I remember that your company should be in the capital, so I didn't send you an invitation letter. Why did you come here suddenly?"
Woolen cloth?"
"The Song family is our second largest partner in China. Mr. Song's death naturally attracted high-level attention, so the head office emphasized that I must come to express condolences to Mr. Song in person and send him a message." Zhang Peng politely said
said.
"Then I will thank you for your concern on behalf of the old man." Ding Zheng replied.
"Thank you, Mr. Ding, there is one more thing I want to find out." Zhang Peng said.
"Say." Ding Zhengdao.
"If the information I got is correct, Miss Song Shirley should be the head of the Song family now, right?" Zhang Peng asked.
After hearing this, Ding Zheng nodded and replied: "That's right, from now on our Song family's business dealings will be decided by Song Shirley."
When Zhang Peng heard this, he showed a helpless expression and said softly: "As far as I know, Miss Song Shirley studied medicine abroad and has never been involved in business. Is it true that the Song family has designated her as their successor?
Isn’t it a lack of consideration?”
Ding Zheng raised his drooping eyelids slightly, looked at Zhang Peng and said, "Mr. Zhang, this is our Song family's business. There is no need to explain it to you, right?"
"There is indeed no need to explain to me, an outsider, but don't forget, I am the Song family's biggest partner. The future of the Song family is not only related to the fate of your family, but also the interests of our partners, so I think
The Song family should give us an explanation, right?
?" Zhang Peng's attitude became obviously tougher. After speaking, he also introduced the two people behind him: "These two, one is the Chinese general agent of Montagnard, and the other is the Chinese general agent of Playboy. Both companies are related to Song.
Since we are cooperating, Mr. Ding should take back what he just said."
Zhang Peng's tone explained his purpose, and the atmosphere in the condolence room was extremely tense for a while, especially after the three people appeared, people from outside were still coming in one after another, and the previously orderly order seemed to be disrupted.
After a while, the door of the condolence room was crowded with people.
Seeing this situation, Li Siwen frowned secretly, remembering that he had just met Song Bo outside. It was obvious that all this had been planned, but this time it was not him, but Shirley Song who was kneeling under the portrait.
Ding Zheng saw more and more people, and the expression on his face became serious. After a while, he said with a cold face: "Mr. Zhang, today is a day of condolence for the old man. We will find another time for business matters. I
I will definitely give you the most satisfactory explanation."
"Mr. Ding, it's not that we are ignorant, but the head office is pushing too hard and has issued a death order to us. To put it bluntly, if we don't get an explanation today, we will be laid off tomorrow."
Zhang Peng shrugged his shoulders and said with a hint of helplessness: "As you know, we are engaged in international trade, and the OEM brands are managed by others. Those foreigners will not understand what we are doing. In their eyes
There are just benefits."
A hint of coldness flashed in Ding Zheng's eyes, and he said solemnly: "Tell me, what do you want to explain? I think you must have thought it through before coming here, right?"
"That's right, I won't beat around the bush. The head office feels that the Song family has a big problem with the choice of its head. Letting you, a person who doesn't know how to do business, to cooperate with us is not only irresponsible to the Song Group, but also
It is even more irresponsible for our partners." Zhang Peng paused slightly and continued: "So, we feel that the Song family should change its head."
As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the condolence room and many relatives inside the room took a breath almost at the same time.
Ding Zheng was even more displeased and said: "As the head of the Song family, it's not your turn to point your fingers, right? Song Shirley is the person chosen by the old man. I think you should trust the old man's vision."
"Mr. Ding, don't blame me, Zhang Peng, for speaking harshly. Mr. Song is indeed very good, but there will always be times when people become dim. Even though he has made many correct choices in the past, we don't think his choice this time is the right one." Zhang
Peng said, glanced around, and said in a more disdainful tone: "And I don't quite understand why a huge Song family group should be handed over to a woman? Is there no man in the Song family anymore?"
Hearing such words, Ding Zheng's face became even more ugly, and Zhang Peng continued aggressively: "As far as I know, Mr. Song should have a son, right? We will never have any objection to anyone else being the head of the household.
."
"What if our Song family cannot meet your conditions?" Ding Zheng asked.
"We, international companies, must eliminate all potential risks. We cannot cooperate with a manufacturer we don't trust, so your question is easy to answer. If the Song family does not meet our conditions, we can only terminate the contract with the Song family."
Zhang Peng said sharply.
After saying this, the entire condolence room burst into mourning. Song Yue quickly stood up and said: "Uncle Ding, the contract must not be terminated. This year, Pierre Cardin's sales have reached a new high in China. Our factory has stocked up a lot of fabrics for this. If
Canceling the order will have a great impact on our Song family."
"Not only our family, but Montagut and Playboy will also cancel their cooperation at the same time." Zhang Peng added again. Such words made the people at the door of the condolence room talk louder.