Chapter 51 Mrs. Song knelt down and begged for mercy
"Rather than relying on favors, I prefer to use my own strength to get what I want." Qiao Ran said with a genuine smile.
Brian patted Qiao Ran's shoulder with appreciation and said in words everyone could understand: "Happy cooperation!" After saying that, he took the contract from Duke's hand to sign, and then handed it to Qiao Ran.
Qiao Ran wrote the words "vigorous and powerful, like a swimming dragon" at the signature.
"Happy cooperation, Mr. Brian!" Qiao Ran stretched out his hand to shake Brian's hand.
"Mr. Song, I have authorized Miss Qiao Ran to take charge of this project. If there is another person in charge, the project will be automatically suspended." Brian looked at Song Zhiyuan and said with cold eyes.
Even before he came to Beihong Country, the information of major clothing companies in Beihong Country that were eligible to run for the hot show had been sent to him.
The Song Group was far out of his consideration, especially the matter of Song Zhiyuan's divorce and marriage.
It is impossible for a person who does not cherish his wife and children to run a good business.
If it weren't for Qiao Ran's sake, he would never have handed over the hot show to a company with Song Zhiyuan's character.
"Mr. Brian, don't worry. I will hand over this project to Xiao Ran, and she will be fully responsible. No one will interfere with her until Xiao Ran produces results that satisfy Mr. Brian." Song Zhiyuan hurriedly said
He said with a smile.
"You look really good in this Chuxue Huansheng suit. You look better than that old woman from Tila when she was young. But the clothes are dirty and not worthy of your temperament. I will send you the collector's edition I made by myself later."
Ryan looked at Qiao Ran and said with a smile in the Chinese dialect.
"Don't bother, just wash it if it's dirty. As long as it's Hot's clothes, I cherish them. If you want to get Tila back, you must stop drinking first. She is worried about your poor health because you are addicted to drunkenness."
I divorced you." Qiao Ran said with serious eyes.
"Did she divorce me because of my drinking? I asked her countless times what the reason was, but she refused to tell me anything. So she divorced me because of such a trivial matter? Then why didn't she tell me before?" Brian
asked in disbelief.
"Because she said that you have been obsessed with design all your life. Drinking can inspire your creative inspiration. If you stop drinking, it is equivalent to breaking the wings of your dreams. She can't bear to see you distressed because of design, and she is even more afraid of seeing you scream when you are drunk one day.
She doesn't wake up, so she chooses to escape from you and just pay attention to you silently."
"So that's it!" Brian murmured softly: "In the past, I did drink every day because of the design. I went to the hospital several times for rescue. Every time I woke up, I saw her face was pale, without any blood."
"In this life, fame and fortune are all illusory. Only those who truly cherish us are worth cherishing with our lives. At this age, uncle, you should understand the true meaning of life better than me."
"You and Tila are both over seventy years old and don't have much time to waste. I hope you can see your heart clearly as soon as possible and understand what you really want to pursue, so as not to leave irreparable consequences for the rest of your life.
It's a pity." Qiao Ran said warmly and sincerely.
"The glass of wine you mixed yesterday made me have a long, long dream. It made me see clearly the picture from childhood to my whole life. Now I understand what I really want. I will now
Go back to find her, thank you, Qiao Ran!" Brian gratefully gave Qiao Ran a hug and turned to leave.
In the wind and rain, watching Brian's leaving figure, Qiao Ran's smiling eyes gradually became slightly cool and cold.
"Qiao Ran, what did you just say to Brian? Why did he say that you can only be responsible for this project?" Song Yuyuan looked at Qiao Ran with an unkind look.
Originally, he thought that as long as the Song family was responsible for the project, no matter who brought it in, he would personally take charge of the project and help him fight a good first battle after returning to China to silence those who were not convinced of him.
"I won this project in the first place. Isn't it natural that I should be responsible for it? Since you don't want me to be responsible, I'll call Mr. Brian now."
Song Zhiyuan quickly stopped him with a smile: "Xiao Ran, don't call. Brian said that you are responsible for this project, and you are the only person in charge!"
As he spoke, he looked at Song Yuyuan and scolded: "Don't say such words again in the future. Your second sister is responsible for the hot show. If you make your second sister unhappy again, be careful and I will cut you off."
"Xiaoran, what words did you use to talk to Brian just now? Didn't you even graduate from high school? How come you speak so many foreign languages?" Song Wanqing asked curiously.
"Yeah, what you just said doesn't sound like English, Japanese, or Korean. Which language is it from?" Xu Xueman also asked curiously with a smile.
"In those years in the Wen family, I learned several foreign languages when I had nothing to do!" Qiao Ran looked at Mrs. Song with cold eyes: "Have you finished practicing the family method? I will continue without you. If it is finished, I will go upstairs.
rest."
Before, he was like a little white rabbit, and he behaved like a little white rabbit, letting her control him.
Now that you have a hot project with you, why don't you take her as a grandma seriously?
Mrs. Song, who had been trying to be strong all her life, felt that she could not lose face in front of her juniors, holding her neck high like a fighting cock.
"What kind of attitude do you have? How do juniors talk to their elders? Didn't your mother teach you? That's right, your mother is weak and incompetent. She doesn't teach any children except drawing on paper all day long. It's because she doesn't have a mother to teach her.
That's why you don't...ah..."
Mrs. Song felt a sharp pain like burning needles in her throat, causing her to scream, clutching her throat and falling to the snow in pain.
"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Song Wanqing asked nervously while supporting Mrs. Song.
"Ah...ah..." Mrs. Song, who wanted to speak, let out several strange and harsh screams.
"Obviously, educating children is a matter for both parents, but grandma put all the blame on me. I'm afraid my mother felt that she was even more unjust than Dou E, who was snowing in June, so she came to stop grandma's mouth.
?" Qiao Ran said with cold eyes and a faint voice.
"Qiao Ran, don't talk nonsense. There are no such things as ghosts and gods in the world. Don't use these to scare people." Xu Xueman scolded.
"There are no ghosts and gods. Do you mean that grandma has been praying to the air while eating fast and worshiping Buddha for many years? If there are really no ghosts and gods, and grandma is suddenly speechless, how do you explain it?"
"If you were the one who died, and you saw someone beating your child in the snow and ice, and insulting you for not being able to teach your child well, would you be so angry that you would take it out on your child?" Qiao Ran asked in a cold voice.
Mrs. Song was unwilling to open her mouth a few more times. In addition to making weird screams, she couldn't help but pinch her neck with her hands.
Xu Xueman originally wanted to refute Qiao Ran's words, but when she saw Mrs. Song pinching her, she immediately did not dare to speak casually.
Seeing her strange behavior, Mrs. Song, who originally believed in ghosts and gods, felt that what Qiao Ran said was right.
It was really Qiao Wenhui who saw her beating her daughter and scolding her, so she came to seek revenge on her in the spirit of heaven.
"Grandma, you have always been subconsciously thinking about Buddha. You should know what you are going to do if you conflict with the gods, right?" Qiao Ran reminded lightly.
Mrs. Song felt that her neck was about to be strangled by herself. She wanted to let go, but the strange discomfort in her throat made her feel better only by squeezing her neck.
After hearing Qiao Ran's words, Mrs. Song quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily on the snow, and said something in her mouth!