The phone rang shrilly. Seeing it was her home phone, her heart skipped a beat and she answered it immediately.
"Xiao Qing".
"dad?"
"I heard you went to the company today?" Song Jingmo said with relief, clearly unaware of the truth.
"Yes, Dad, the company has been managed very well over the past few years." She forced a smile, her tone full of admiration.
Song Jingmo's hearty laughter came through the phone.
"But there are still some things at the company that haven't been explained..."
"Dad, please rest assured. Trust me, I've already met with the managers of all the departments in the company and listened to their reports. So far, I haven't found anything suspicious," she said, feigning anger.
Song Jingmo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled indulgently and immediately agreed, "Alright, alright, Dad doesn't care. Do whatever you want." Anyway, Fuhua's future wouldn't be worse than if he managed it himself. Since she was willing, even though he had concerns, he was willing to let go.
My daughter's competitive and strong-willed nature has completely changed, and she is no longer making the mistakes and regrets of ten years ago.
Song Qing sniffed, her eyes already moist. "Dad!" she sighed softly, her heart aching at her father's tolerance and humility.
"Thank you, Dad. Please leave everything to me. Trust me, I won't let you down. Oh, and please give the phone to Mom."
"Hehe, okay."
"And don't eavesdrop," Song Qing said reproachfully.
Song Jingmo burst into laughter and handed the phone to his wife.
"Qing'er." Madam Song glanced at her husband, then took the phone and walked a little further away.
However, with her daughter around, she felt somewhat at ease.
"Mom, please don't worry about the company. If possible, please go back to the northern suburbs with Dad for a while so he can rest and recuperate. I think things might not be resolved so quickly."
"Yes, I know, I will take good care of him. Qing'er, please take care of yourself." Madam Song understood what her daughter meant.
"Okay, I have to go now, I probably won't be back tonight."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qing felt a little more at ease. Now she needed to focus on resolving the funding issue.
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After quickly finishing her boxed lunch, Song Qing began to familiarize herself with the company's overall business and important documents. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that she gained a general understanding of the company's situation over the past few years. She breathed a sigh of relief. Fuhua's situation was relatively good; this time, it was only a temporary disruption in the cash flow, and the problem wasn't as serious as she had imagined. However, the difficulty lay in the urgency, as it was stuck at a crucial juncture.
The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and the soft light mingled with the red glow of the lamplight. At that moment, she felt surprisingly refreshed.
She stood up and gazed into the distance for a while, then pulled up the investment proposal again and began to revise it carefully. She needed to be fully prepared for her meeting with Mr. Yi, the head of the bank.
She glanced at her watch; it was almost six o'clock. She turned off her computer, relaxed, and couldn't help but yawn.
She was getting up to wash up when her phone rang.
Why would she receive a phone call at this hour? She looked at the unfamiliar number, hesitated for a moment, and then answered it.
"Hello, Song Qing." Only a few people know her phone number.
"Hello, is this Ms. Song?" In the noisy environment, a stranger's voice.
"Yes, may I ask?"
"Excuse me, this is Hongmenfang. Mr. Yan is drunk, but we can't wake him up. Could you please come here?"
She immediately realized it was Yan Xunan.
"I'm sorry, I can't go there, but I can help you contact his fiancée."
"Please don't. I tried to contact Miss Song Ning at first, but he smashed all the bottles in our store and hurt people. Now he's injured himself, and he keeps calling your name. I think he'll only leave if you come."
The bartender was extremely frustrated, looking at the mess in the room and shaking his head helplessly. He didn't know how to explain this to his boss, but he couldn't touch this person, otherwise he would have called the police long ago.
Song Qing hesitated, "But..."
Before she could finish speaking, a scream rang out, "Ouch, my head, ah, it's bleeding... Miss Song, please..." Before she could finish speaking, the phone abruptly hung up.
At this moment, she had no time to think, "Xu Nan!" She felt a surge of anxiety, grabbed her car keys, and rushed downstairs.
Once in the car, she drove fast for a while, but had no idea where she was going. As she drove, she flipped through her phone book.
"Manager Wu." She had forgotten what time it was.
"Ah, yes... yes... President Song." Wu Peng jumped up in surprise, startling the beautiful woman next to him.
"Mr. Song, I was just about to contact you tomorrow, Chairman Song..."
"Listen to me first. Where is Hongmenfang? How do I get there? I'm on Yaohua Road right now." She interrupted his surprised words. The light ahead was red, and she slammed on the brakes. The sudden screech of the brakes jolted Wu Peng awake. This young lady was usually so calm; why was she like this today…?
"Hurry up!" She stared intently at the red light, her fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.
Wu Peng shook his head before clearly stating the answer.
Before he could respond, the call was disconnected.
"Darling, what's wrong?" the beauty asked, clinging to him playfully.
Wu Peng, annoyed, shoved her away abruptly. He was inexplicably enraged by Song Qing, so he got dressed, slammed the door, and left, leaving behind a bewildered one-night stand, scratching his disheveled hair and letting out a scream.
Chapter Ten: First Victory