"Yes, General Manager." Xiao Meng broke out in a cold sweat whenever he heard the General Manager's voice on the phone. He had been the one to take the blame for what happened last time, so lately he avoided any place with Fuhua in sight.
"What's the current situation with the Fukang?"
Fukang has been one of the most active companies in Kangqiao in the past two years, and Yi Zhengwei deserves credit for this.
Shen Xing's older brother, Shen Huidong, was originally just a small-time businessman in that underdeveloped city, engaged in buying and selling. But in Cambridge, he had a certain reputation, was self-sufficient, and lived a carefree life. Now, he has risen to become one of the leading enterprises in Cambridge. These days, as long as you have money, strong financial backing, and access to cutting-edge information, it would be strange if you didn't succeed.
"Hmm, things have been going quite well lately," Xiao Meng replied nonchalantly. That guy Shen Huidong, without a good younger sister, how could he have gotten to where he is today?
"Okay, you need to cooperate with him fully."
Xiao Meng rolled his eyes and curled his lip in disdain, but still replied respectfully, "Yes, General Manager."
How could he not see what was so good about Shen Xing, who was as delicate as a little flower? He suddenly chuckled. She should be like Miss Song from Fuhua, energetic and capable. If she could be with the general manager… they would be a perfect match! He cheered for his own imagination, stood up with a thud, but bumped into the edge of the table, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.
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After finishing work, Song Ning headed straight to Weisheng. Yan Xunan had been incredibly busy lately, and they hadn't had a meal together in a long time, so she planned to give him a surprise today.
She still wore large sunglasses that covered her face, but they couldn't hide the elegant and noble star aura she exuded with every gesture, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
She adjusted her glasses and walked straight to the leftmost high-rise elevator in the Weisheng Building. The security guard and the receptionist recognized her immediately, smiled, and then went back to their work.
The elevator went straight to the twentieth floor. Lulu had already received a call and immediately went to the elevator entrance to greet them respectfully.
"Miss Song."
"Is Xu Nan here?" she asked, already heading towards the office.
"Miss Song, Mr. Yan has already left." Lulu followed behind her with difficulty, not daring to offend this future boss's wife easily. If those women had come before, she would have put on a stern face and cooperated with Yan Xunan to ruthlessly kick them out.
With whom?
She pushed the door open and entered, looked around, paused, and then sat down at Yan Xunan's desk, idly watching Lulu ask questions.
"This..." Lulu was at a loss. She was never allowed to reveal the general manager's private dates, and the woman she was meeting today seemed to be different from others.
Although Song Ning's face was frequently seen on television and in various media and magazines, it still instilled a sense of fear in Lulu. Anyone would find it difficult to talk to someone whose face was half-covered by sunglasses, unable to guess their expression or mood.
"Ms. Song, the general manager instructed..." she hesitated before speaking, staring intently at Song Ning's lips, hoping she would understand her predicament.
Song Ning gently patted the chair, sat up, and moved the telephone from the table.
"Get out." She stopped pressing the keys and looked up.
Lulu sighed inwardly, torn between two options, and went out dejectedly. Thinking about it, she decided she should make a phone call and file a report first.
Two women, one inside and one outside, dialed the same phone number, only to find it was switched off!
Song Ning took off her glasses, her lips pressed into a thin line. Who could she be meeting that required the workaholic Yan Xunan to turn off his phone?
But the result was obvious. She bit her lips, her delicate red lips looking as if they were about to bleed.
Xu Nan had said she was determined to win the new project with Fuhua. It was all about work, she kept telling herself. She simply took off her shoes, curling her legs up in the large office, looking utterly helpless.
She suddenly remembered something and was about to call Lulu in when, as if possessed, she opened the drawer. Sure enough, the investment proposal was inside; it seemed she had been looking at it just moments before leaving.
She sat up straight and was startled when she saw it. Unconditional cooperation? Impossible, how could Xu Nan do that?
She snapped the documents shut and stood up straight, already having made up her mind.
"Sister, it seems we have to have another match. Ten years ago, I won. This time, I will make you lose even more thoroughly! I want to see whether you are more important to Xu Nan, or whether his interests are more important."
She quickly left the office, went downstairs, and made a phone call to her agent.
"Sister Fang, do you have the contract for the Black Alliance?"
"Xiao Ning, it was a wise decision of yours not to accept this film offer."
"No, I'll take it!" She took a deep breath.
"Ah, but..."
"Sign it right away! Do you understand what I mean?" She interrupted the agent firmly, not giving her a chance to comfort her, and hung up the phone.
She can do without Fuhua, but she absolutely cannot do without Yan Xunan!
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Shangwei Café, on the top floor of Shibing Building.
"Why did you choose this place?" Yan Xunan asked as soon as he sat down and looked around.
Song Qing ordered a latte, and after receiving his signal, she ordered one for him as well. After the waiter left, she said, "I have an appointment." It was seven o'clock, her appointment with Yi Zhengwei, and this place was the closest to the bank.
Yan Xunan raised an eyebrow, already understanding her intention.
She glanced down at her watch and took out the project proposal.
"Qing'er, it's been so long, can't we talk about something else?" He frowned, looking at her serious, business-like demeanor, and said rather disappointedly.
Song Qing continued to look down at the documents, making a rustling sound as he flipped through them.
"What, you're afraid to look at me?"
She immediately looked up, only to see a mischievous smile in his eyes.
"Have you been playing ball with your uncle a lot lately?" He chuckled smugly, but quickly shifted the awkwardness.