"You just wait and see, I will never let you get away with this!" Xu Kai shouted again.
Bill was furious and turned to go back, but Song Qing didn't turn her head. She just grabbed his body and shook her head slightly.
"If I ever find out that Weisheng has taken over your Fuhua project, I'll make you pay!" Xu Kai added.
Song Qing turned around abruptly and said, word by word, "That's impossible!"
Xu Kai, his face covered in bruises and bruises, stared at Song Qinggu's face for a moment, then blurted out, "Wasn't this something you and Yan Xunan planned?!"
She shook her head firmly.
"Fine! I'll wait and see! You better not be right!" Xu Kai was in a rather disheveled state, grabbing the terrified beauty and fleeing in a panic.
If it really isn't true, then he has truly wronged Yan Xunan.
Song Qing was deep in thought. She felt that some clues and flashes of inspiration would occasionally appear, and there seemed to be some inexplicable connection between them. However, the more she thought about it, the more chaotic they became, leaving her unable to find a clue.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Three Joyous Events
Her desperate efforts, her hard work, her toil, and her concessions were all completely selfless and without any self-interest. She didn't care at all if she had to give up everything.
- Yi Zhengwei
Bill finally got his wish and worked with Song Qing at Fuhua. Bill's familiarity with the British stock market and his professionalism and talent in finance immediately reversed everyone's impression of him as a joker. With Bill's participation, the listing plan proceeded more quickly and smoothly.
During the break, senior managers from the bank surrounded Bill, asking him questions. This greatly helped improve their professional skills. Bill, in a situation where he urgently needed to get into work mode, certainly needed an opportunity to integrate and lead. Clearly, the Fuhua IPO was such an opportunity, and the humbly seeking his advice and admiration from everyone was the catalyst.
Haotian's development had been too smooth, which made Bill feel there was little challenge. In fact, the difficulties that followed Song Qing taking over were beyond Bill's imagination; there is a huge difference between specializing and doing everything. However, Bill's talent in finance is undeniable; he just needs to grow to reach a more comprehensive level.
Song Qing had great confidence in him, which stemmed from her aunt's excellent judgment of character. Wasn't she herself a naive and ignorant little girl who had grown into who she is today?
"Ms. Song, it seems that the market launch and the release of new products are just around the corner." Yi Zhengwei was telling the truth; he had initially expected the launch date to be postponed a little.
"Yes, your subordinates are also very ambitious." Song Qing did not forget to compliment him, looking at the diligent and humble senior employee of the bank holding company.
Yi Zhengwei squinted at Bill and fell into thought. Bill not only offered many constructive suggestions for the entire plan, but also broadened their thinking by combining the realities of the British stock market with his unique perspective. Furthermore, he seemed to have close ties with senior officials in the British securities market, which was the key to greatly accelerating the progress. Fuhua seemed to have been given priority.
I wonder if Song Qing is aware of this.
"It's an honor to receive this invitation. I wonder if Miss Song has a dance partner tonight?" Yi Zhengwei waved the precious red-embossed card in his hand.
Song Qing's expression was somewhat somber. Tonight was a day worthy of celebration, and her father, in addition to his joy, was planning for three happy events to come. Although Song Jingmo had given her a considerable amount of time to adjust, she still couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as the event actually arrived.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's not possible."
"Oh?" Yi Zhengwei crossed his arms and looked at her, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
"Tonight is the most joyous day for the Song family. Dad will be there too, so I'm afraid I won't have time to dance," Song Qing said with a smile.
Yi Zhengwei suddenly felt a pang of pity for her. Her desperate efforts, her hard work, her sacrifices, and her concessions were all completely selfless and without any self-interest. Even if she had to give up everything, she wouldn't care.
Although she would eventually give in to him, at this moment, he truly pitied her.
He also admired her, for she had persevered under immense pressure.
Secretary Liu knocked on the door but didn't come in; instead, he stood in the doorway. Song Qing nodded, quickly got up, and left without greeting anyone, closing the door behind him.
Once inside her office, Song Qing asked anxiously, "How did it go?" Her palms were sweating with nervousness.
Secretary Liu shook his head, then a question arose in his mind. "It's really strange. Given your relationship with the Yan family, why would they refuse? Besides, he urgently needs the funds."
Song Qing bit her lip, dejectedly retreating to her chair. She felt sad that Yan Xunan was inexplicably giving her the cold shoulder, and now, just to save face, he was refusing her help.
Because she was worried about this outcome, she specifically asked Secretary Liu to transfer the money first, hoping he would accept it, but the ticket was still refunded.
"What is he thinking?" she murmured to herself.
"Secretary Liu, is this money enough for them to get through this difficult time?" she asked, getting up as she thought about it.
"President Song, Weisheng does need funds right now, but only temporarily. The main problem right now is low morale and a lack of confidence among shareholders. This can only be reversed by finding a suitable opportunity. Besides, secretly sending funds like we are doing can only solve the immediate crisis and won't last long," Secretary Liu said objectively.
"How could Xu Nan allow herself to come to this?" she muttered to herself in frustration.
Secretary Liu sighed, collected the refunded tickets, and turned to leave.
"Xiao Qing".
Song Jingmo seemed very happy today and took the initiative to call Song Qing.
"dad!"
"I can't wait to get to Haotian. I'm all ready now, and your mother is already here." Song Jingmo straightened her suit in front of the mirror. It had been a long time since she had been this formal.
"Dad...you should rest. Uncle Xu said that he took a risk by letting you come out today!" Song Qing sighed helplessly.
"It's nothing. Have you contacted Zhihan?"
Song Qing looked down and fiddled with the phone cord. "Not yet, I was just about to call him."
"Xiaoqing, trust your father, he's right." Song Jingmo comforted her, and thinking of his most proud disciple and daughter's happy occasion, he couldn't help but smile. It was just too perfect, all thanks to Xu Zhihan's personality and down-to-earth nature.
For over a decade, Xu Zhihan resisted numerous temptations and followed Song Jingmo from the moment he enrolled. They were teacher and student, their personalities compatible, working together seamlessly. To put it bluntly, during the ten years Song Qing was away, Xu Zhihan was like a son to her, always by her side. Song Qing resembled him, so naturally, she and Xu Zhihan were destined to become a perfect couple.
Xu Zhihan would be her strongest support, he thought, only in this way could he leave with peace of mind.
He understood these things, Xu Zhihan understood them, and Song Qing understood them, which led to today's scene.