"Mr. Huang." The secretary rushed over in two steps, carefully supported Huang Rongqiao, and let him sit slowly on the chair.
He took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer next to him, poured out two pills, and held a water cup to let him take medicine.
Huang Rongqiao gasped violently, his lips were bloodless. It took him five or six minutes before he recovered.
"Mr. Huang, how do you feel? I'll arrange a car to the hospital now." As he said that, the secretary was about to call, but was stopped by Huang Rongqiao.
"I'm fine." Huang Rongqiao waved his hand powerlessly, thinking about what the Song family team said before leaving.
"Go and call Xiaojun back and check what happened."
The secretary glanced at Huang Rongqiao with concern and left quickly.
Huang Rongqiao sat in the office, thinking about the words the Song family team said, and suddenly swept the things on the table to the ground.
He held the table, gasping violently, his eyes red.
He never expected that everything he had worked hard to support would be destroyed.
Thinking of the Song family's attitude, Huang Rongqiao wanted to strangle them to death, but he was just thinking about it.
The Huang family can no longer withstand any storms.
Trying to calm the anger in his heart, Huang Rongqiao understood that it was useless to be anxious now. The most urgent task is to investigate the whole story as soon as possible and find a way to make the Song family change its current decision.
Not long after, the secretary hurriedly knocked in the door and came in: "Mr. Huang, you have found out."
The secretary looked at Huang Rongqiao in a little embarrassed manner, not knowing whether he should say it, but this is really the reason...
"Is this matter related to Xiaojun?"
"yes."
Seeing the secretary nodding, Huang Rongqiao closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I want to know the specific situation."
This matter has something to do with Huang Jun, and he has heard from the people of the Song family. He has some speculations in his mind, but he is just uncertain.
"The young master took the initiative to terminate the cooperation." After saying that, the secretary glanced at Huang Rongqiao's face.
"What did you say!" Huang Rongqiao stared at his eyes in disbelief, his pupils trembled unconsciously: "Which gangster did you think this was proposed by the gangster?"
"Yes, Mr. Huang." The secretary told Huang Rongqiao word by word of the investigation.
Of course, this was also what Song Jiyang allowed, otherwise they would not have investigated so carefully.
"This is a rebellious son!" Huang Rongqiao fell heavily on the boss's chair, staring at somewhere blankly.
The secretary sighed as he saw him like this.
He has been with Huang Rongqiao for more than ten years, so he naturally knows how hard he worked for the employees below to support the company.
Now all his efforts have been ruined because of Huang Jun's words. He doesn't know what to say and what to do.
In the end, I could only squeeze out a dry sentence: "Mr. Huang, you need to take care of yourself."
Huang Rongqiao sat on the chair with a little decadent look, his eyes empty and sad.
"Go and contact everyone who can contact, the company..." Huang Rongqiao suddenly couldn't say it. This was the company passed down by his grandfather. He was already the third generation here. Unexpectedly, he couldn't save it after all.
"Mr. Huang, it will be good." The secretary sighed and turned around and left. He wanted to be as many people as possible, hoping that they could give them a chance.
...
At this time, Huang Jun was lying in the car and moaning in pain. The driver looked at him carefully, hung up the phone, turned the front of the car and went to the company.