The crowd exchanged glances, and seeing her like this, they hesitated to nod, only glancing around and coughing lightly to avoid the issue.
Song Qing remained silent for a moment, then announced the adjournment of the meeting. Finance Minister You Feng hesitated, so he walked at the very back, waiting until everyone had left the meeting room before sitting down next to Song Qing.
"President Song, there are some financial issues that I think we should discuss after everyone has left," he explained to Song Qing's questioning gaze.
Song Qing smiled and nodded in approval.
"Please take a look at this month's report first." You Feng didn't explain anything further, and handed her the latest financial data that he had prepared earlier.
"Secretary Liu, you should go back now. Everyone has worked hard these past few days," she said, turning her head to give instructions.
Secretary Liu nodded and closed the door for them.
"The financial situation is terrible," she said, looking up from the reports.
You Feng nodded with a serious expression. "Generally, companies don't set aside too much working capital, but right now, we haven't had any income for almost half a month, only expenses. Moreover, our stock has dropped a lot. Some time ago, Chairman Song bought another 10% of Miss Song's shares. At that stock price, it's really difficult for the company to maintain its current cash flow."
"Dad's concerns are valid; it's best to keep the company under our own control."
"Ms. Song, that's not how it works. If it weren't for this unexpected incident, everyone would have witnessed your decisions and achievements."
"Yes, it's really a coincidence. All the disadvantages seem to have piled up together." Even though the huge Fuhua has a solid foundation, the destructive power caused by these things coming together is far beyond her imagination.
"President Song, even if you add up all your shares now, it's only 35%. There are still many scattered shares outside. What I'm worried about is that someone might take over maliciously." You Feng revealed his biggest concern. Song Qing's face turned pale. She knew that You Feng's concerns were completely necessary.
"Call Bill back immediately, keep a close eye on the stock market, and report to me daily," she blurted out.
"I know how to do that. And..."
"You Feng, tell me everything about how many more crises we face." She was almost at her breaking point, her frail body swaying precariously.
You Feng smiled helplessly, tidied his messy hair, and said wearily, "There's also the loan issue. We've already owed the bank a lot of money. Manager Xiao there is easy to talk to and hasn't made things difficult for us. If I hadn't pressed him, he wouldn't have said anything."
Song Qing understood You Feng's meaning, so he put away the documents, stood up and said, "Alright, you should go back and rest early. I need to see a complete report on the company's finances every day."
Chapter Thirty-Six: No Surrender, No Cooperation
"Weisheng, Banking Corporation, Weisheng, Banking Corporation, these are the four words that circulate in my ears the most every day. Dad, does a woman have to be a dependent and compromising character?"
-Song Qing
"Dad, it's all my fault. That's why Fuhua has ended up like this."
Song Jingmo remained silent, lying still. Song Qing looked exhausted; the situation at the company was far beyond her control.
"Dad, the business world is so ruthless. I thought I could take on the responsibility of Fuhua, but in fact, what I have done is far from enough. If Dad wakes up, maybe the situation will be completely different."
"Even though I don't want to admit it, Dad, sometimes I feel so powerless as a woman."
She looked helpless, gave a bitter smile, and shook her head. "Weisheng, banking, Weisheng, banking, those are the four words that keep ringing in my ears every day. Dad, does a woman have to be a dependent and compromising character?"
She buried her face in her father's palm and said in a muffled voice, "You probably don't want me to complain to you, but given the current situation, my insistence and my pride will only lead Fuhua to a dead end."
Suddenly there was a noise, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her mother.
"Xiaoqing, you should go back and rest. I'll take care of things." After putting the things away, Madam Song went to the bedside to check on Song Jingmo, and then pulled Song Qing up.
"Wang Ma made some soup for you. Go and drink it. Look how thin you've become. I don't know much about business, but Qing'er, the company is in such a state now. Ning'er knows she was wrong. She acted impulsively, wanting to help Xunan. Put aside your temper and talk to them properly. We're still family."
Song Qing stared blankly at the black-boned chicken in the thermos. The aroma of medicine wafted over, but the greasiness made her feel nauseous.
I decided to have some porridge to warm my stomach. I've been so busy lately that I've neglected my stomach again. Luckily, Bill brought me some medicine.
"Mom, did Xiaoning send you to persuade me?"
Madam Song took a thick coat from her bag and draped it over her shoulders. She buttoned it up, and it became loose again. Madam Song sighed and said, "I know you won't pursue Ning'er's mistakes. Our family is already in such a mess. I know your character. Actually, this project should have been given to Xunan back then, otherwise we wouldn't have ended up like this."
Song Qing pushed her hand away and lowered her head to drink her porridge. She wanted to say something to her, but then thought better of it. In the business world, her mother was even more naive than she was.
Yan Xunan's initial rejection of the project was premeditated. Xu Kai was right; he had already prepared an escape route. Taking advantage of the Xu family's crisis and urgent need for funds, he would strike at the root, forcing the Xu family to withdraw their investment, then turn the tables and manipulate the situation. Now, not only is Weisheng firmly under his control, but the Yan family is completely separated from the Xu family's affiliation, and Weisheng has even reached a new level. From beginning to end, Fuhua was merely a pawn in his game.
He took advantage of Song Ning, and he also took advantage of himself.
Was his advice to Fuhua not to go public, and his advice to himself not to let Song Ning withdraw her shares, a sign of affection or indifference? In the end, in Yan Xunan's heart, Song Qing would always come after personal gain.
"Qing'er, your birthday is coming soon. Let's have a family gathering then."
"No need, Mom, I'm not in the mood for a birthday celebration right now." She slowly stirred the porridge until it cooled down and started to smell fishy, then she put down her spoon.
Madam Song didn't press the matter further. After standing there for a while, she hesitated and said, "I went to see your Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan today."
Song Qing looked up and gazed at her quietly.
"Uh, Ning'er means she wants to get married as soon as possible..."
"This matter doesn't need my opinion. She sent the invitation, so I will go of my own accord."
Madam Song breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Qing'er, don't worry too much. Ning'er said that if all else fails, as long as our two families cooperate, everything will be fine. It's a win-win situation."
"Mom, I have to go. Take good care of Dad." Song Qing put on her coat and left. She got off work very early today. The sky was still dimly lit, a pale blue-white, but it suddenly turned cold, and the wind was howling, making her hair stand on end. Outside the hospital, the roads weren't as crowded as before, and the whole of Linchuan felt less noisy.
They were all watching and waiting, the whole of Fuhua was lifeless, and they were worried that one day Weisheng would suddenly implement its investment promotion plan, putting them in a passive position.
"Bill, how's the stock market today?" She put on her headphones while driving. Right now, keeping Fuhua under the control of the Song family seemed to be the most important thing; other crises had to be put aside for the time being.
"Lianxin, things are relatively stable today, and the flow of individual shares is normal, so don't worry." Bill wiped his eyes, turned his chair around, and looked out the window into the distance.
Song Qing nodded and said, "Okay, Bill, thank you for your hard work. How did you explain things to your aunt?"