He never does business without a certainty of success.
The two stared at each other intently, seemingly in confrontation, yet also assessing the situation.
Song Qing slowly smiled, took the project proposal, and began to read it.
"Mr. Yi, of course you will have a chance to be treated fairly. I have said before that I never want to owe anyone a favor."
This woman, as expected, was unwilling to suffer a loss.
However, he would let her keep owing him money, as he never thought it was too much of a loss.
"Mr. Yi, this is really difficult. The conditions you've offered are far too tempting." Song Qing looked up, his face calm, clearly not secretly pleased by his cooperation proposal.
Yi Zhengwei's eyes dimmed, and he leaned over to smile at her, saying, "Miss Song, I've said it before, I have great confidence in you and Fuhua, and I hope we'll have more opportunities to cooperate in the future."
Song Qing instinctively took two steps back, bracing herself against the chair. She had indeed made the right choice by selecting a chair with wheels.
She still had a smile in her eyes, her hands crossed in front of her mouth, covering her nose and mouth, as if she was considering the possibility.
However, her eyes were fixed on Yi Zhengwei, and she felt that he had an unsettling aura about him. If possible, she would rather choose any other company to cooperate with than choose him, whose terms were so generous.
Few people have made her feel so out of control and so unpredictable.
It turns out that she wasn't the only one using an illusion; there were others who used it more realistically, more skillfully, and with more finesse, creating an illusion that made people fear that if they made a wrong move, they would never be able to get back up.
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On the day Bill arrived, the matter was finally settled.
Surprisingly, the bank won the cooperation deal, while Weisheng, the future heir to Fuhua Group, was eliminated. This is truly astonishing.
The high-profile test drive, which ended smoothly, once again sparked a media frenzy, adding fuel to the fire for Fuhua's upcoming IPO.
Song Jingmo watched the news on TV in high spirits. His daughter was attending various events with great confidence, and everything was progressing smoothly, whether it was experiments, listings, or cooperation projects. In everyone's speculation, Song Qing had become Song Jingmo's last trump card. The initial guess that she was going abroad to avoid heartbreak had turned out to be a secret training trip abroad.
That's how things are, a mix of truth and falsehood, praise and criticism, a cycle that repeats itself.
This time, however, the person who stayed by her side was no longer Xu Zhihan, the prospective son-in-law personally chosen by Song Jingmo, whom everyone was talking about, nor Yan Xunan, her former lover with whom she had ambiguous rumors, but Yi Zhengwei, the prince charming whom everyone believed to be Cinderella.
Immediately afterwards, the entertainment gossip section had a topic of discussion, and a spectacular six-way love affair unfolded.
The magazine publishes a daily update on the six individuals' latest developments, including Xu Zhihan, who is currently driving back from out of town. One can't help but admire the depth and effort the media puts into their investigation.
Song Qing, on the other hand, doesn't have these kinds of worries. She simply doesn't have time to pay attention to these entertainment gossip trends, and those in the company who know her well won't gossip about her in front of them. After all, in everyone's mind, she is General Manager Song, who is single-minded and loyal.
Yi Zhengwei, one of the main characters, was not so lucky. He rarely appeared in these kinds of articles, which was completely different from Yan Xunan. Gossip was never associated with him, and his only relationship with Shen Xing was never put on the gossip page. It seems that the media can still distinguish between truth and falsehood. However, sometimes there is no way to stop it; it's just about entertaining the public.
Shen Xing stayed in the pharmacy all day and didn't go anywhere else; she certainly had that right. She was still on duty at Liubin Hospital, just to be closer to Yi Zhengwei.
She wasn't good at performing her happiness in front of others, nor was she good at hiding her disappointment in front of a crowd of onlookers or gloating people. The newspapers scattered all over the floor showed Yi Zheng standing beside Song Qing like a protector, clearing a path for her, reminding her to be careful, and pulling her back from her dazed state when facing the media. They ate together, faced interviews intimately together, and he even took her home late at night... There were so many more...
They were together almost 24 hours a day.
Moreover, incongruously, Yi Mantian, who never gives interviews while recuperating in the hospital, surprisingly told reporters that he was very satisfied with the performance of the eldest daughter of the Song family, whether in her work, demeanor, or lifestyle. The implication was that she was his ideal daughter-in-law.
This makes the widespread speculation increasingly plausible.
"Brother Yi, what you're doing seems rather unkind." Song Jingmo and Yi Mantian were playing chess in the courtyard.
Yi Mantian laughed and patted Song Jingmo's hand. "Brother Song, I was just expressing my own thoughts. It has no impact on the choices of young people, no impact at all. You see, as soon as I said that, no reporters bothered us anymore, right?"
Song Jingmo was helpless in the face of Yi Mantian's shameless behavior. However, she was relieved because she knew that Song Qing was stubborn and would not fall in love with someone easily. She only slightly condemned Yi Mantian's behavior.
Moreover, Fuhua does indeed need the support of a powerful company like a banking conglomerate, so their appearance in the media is beneficial to Fuhua.
However, Xu Zhihan needs to explain things properly. He has always trusted this apprentice whom he personally trained, and no one could be more suitable to entrust Song Qing to.
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Tian Yunlong, taking a break from his busy schedule, actually took the initiative to call Yi Zhengwei.
He was utterly tormented by the strange atmosphere in the hospital. At this point, the best thing for Shen Xing would be to take leave and go home to avoid it. Her staying at the hospital kept attracting people of unknown identities, and some with ulterior motives were constantly peeking around, disrupting other patients' access to care.
However, Shen Xing was a girl he couldn't talk to. Even Yi Zhengwei couldn't bear to raise his voice at her, so as her friend, he naturally couldn't cross the line.
"Zhengwei, are you busy?" Indeed, he had to wait three calls to get through. It's amazing he still had that kind of patience.
"Hmm, Yunlong, what made you think of calling me?" Yi Zhengwei was so busy that his hands were flying around, and the table was already a mess, but he still didn't give up searching for something in the pile of papers.
"Um..." he hesitated, finding it difficult to speak.
"Speak quickly!"
"Hey, I really did say that, your girlfriend's been a bit emotionally unstable lately. Shouldn't you shut down all those gossip stories about you? Did everyone in your company's PR department resign recently?" Tian Yunlong was even more annoyed, but he still couldn't shake his humorous nature.
Yi Zhengwei chuckled softly, "Isn't this exactly public relations?"
"Ah!?? Oh!!!!" His furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he realized what was going on.
"But, busy man, shouldn't you explain to Shen Xing that she spends all her time in the pharmacy watching your bank account? I think if you don't come to the rescue soon, Shibing Building will be like that... Meng Jiangnu's Great Wall, all that, it'll collapse under the weight of your gaze." Tian Yunlong was so anxious that he was a little incoherent, waving his hands around as he spoke.
"It's about Meng Jiangnu crying at the Great Wall," Yi Zhengwei kindly explained.
Tian Yunlong hung up the phone, sweating profusely. It's almost autumn, why is it still so hot?
He picked up a newspaper and fanned himself frantically, but then he saw a picture on the newspaper and became so engrossed in it that he started fanning himself slower and slower until he finally unfolded the newspaper and started reading it.
He shook his head and muttered, "This kid, if he hadn't told me, I would have really believed it. Judging from his expression, he's really fallen for this Miss Song."