This time, Yi Mantian didn't stop Song Qing; he knew he couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.
Xia Xiaodong returned to headquarters with her, and they spent the entire day in meetings discussing solutions.
“I’ve decided to go to Puan Company in Cheung Chau in person to explain to them that although this shipment is not large, it is a start for us and we must resolve this perfectly. Xiaodong, send the blueprints and related technical data of Puan batteries to Kailu immediately. I have already spoken with General Manager He and they will arrange a schedule for us to work overnight and get it out as soon as possible.”
As Xia Xiaodong took notes, he nodded, deeply admiring Song Qing. Despite working while ill, she remained clear-headed and composed.
"You set off now. I'll have Minister Li follow later. This matter will require some time of hard work from you two. You have experience, so you must ensure the quality." After instructing him, Song Qing immediately began reviewing the documents and moving on to the next topic without waiting for his reply.
"Gao Hua, Factory No. 1 is also damaged. According to Director Guo's report, several machines need repair. Please keep an eye on it. Also, you are in charge of communicating with Hanlong. See if you can grant me a few days' grace. I need your reply when I return from Cheung Chau."
"Don't worry, Chairman Song, there shouldn't be any problems with Hanlong. I'll contact the manufacturer as soon as the meeting is over and have them come over," Gao Hua replied quickly.
Song Qing nodded, took a sip of water, and turned to another page of the document. The meeting room was quiet, with only the sound of pages turning. Everyone was waiting patiently for Song Qing's work instructions.
She glanced at the PR team, who were constantly hanging up their phones and seemed very busy. Without wasting any time, she immediately said, "Xu Yan, Mr. Yi and Guo Sheng are in charge of the aftermath at the factory. Keep in touch with them and hold a press conference when appropriate. As far as I know, the factory's repair work has already begun. We can invite the media to come and interview, so as to prevent outsiders from exaggerating the extent of the disaster."
She then said to Luo Shuai of the Overseas Business Department, "Contact Bill immediately. He's been back in Linchuan for a while now. We can't afford any major fluctuations in the stock market. We've suffered huge losses from this accident."
After she finished giving her instructions, she put down her pen and felt somewhat exhausted. Her severe cold hadn't gotten better yet, and she hadn't had any rest. She was already pushing herself to the limit.
"You Feng, I asked you to calculate the losses last night. When can I get the data?" As everyone left, she called out to the finance manager, signaling him to stay.
After everyone had left, You Feng closed the door with the documents, sat down next to her, and said with difficulty, "I had already planned it out, Chairman Song. You know very well that we have invested a lot in the new project and the formal production of Power One. Originally, this shipment could have solved the problem of the shortage of funds, but now..."
Song Qing pressed his temples, looked at the ceiling, let out a long sigh, took the report, leaned back in his chair, and began to read it carefully.
"Okay, I'll handle this."
After hesitating for a moment, You Feng suggested, "Should we...?"
Song Qing knew what he was going to say, and waved her hand, saying, "No need. Just prepare three million for me first, as repair costs, worker subsidies, and most of the public relations expenses. You don't need to worry about the rest." For some reason, at this moment, she didn't want to accept any more help from the bank. Was it just because Yi Zhengwei was with Shen Xing the night Fuhua had its accident? She didn't know, and she didn't have time to think about it.
You Feng shook his head helplessly and left.
After finishing his business, Song Qing immediately instructed Secretary Liu, "Contact Leng Feng and Ms. Yin Haixin for me and see when they are available. I hope to meet with them when I return from Cheung Chau."
Secretary Liu responded, glanced at his watch, and saw it was already 11:30. He then said, "President Song, how about we have lunch first?"
"No need, let the driver wait downstairs." She was too tired to drive anymore, so she went back to the lounge, washed her face with cold water, drank the soup that Aunt Zhou had brought, and then hurried downstairs.
Seeing Song Qing still looking at documents, making and answering phone calls in the back seat, her face flushed and pale, and coughing incessantly, the driver, Meng, couldn't help but feel worried. As soon as she stopped, he asked with concern, "Ms. Song, are you alright? You seem to have a pretty bad cold. Have you taken any medicine? There's a pharmacy up ahead, would you like to buy some?"
Song Qing thought for a moment before saying, "If you see a convenience store, just buy me some bread. Also, will we make it to Cheung Chau by 1 p.m.? I'm in a hurry."
*
Puan Company was merely a small to medium-sized OEM manufacturer in Changzhou, and they were genuinely surprised by the personal visit of a large corporation like Fuhua, especially from its chairman. They had initially assumed Fuhua would at most pay them a penalty for breach of contract, as that would be negligible for Fuhua. However, Song Qing had come in person. Therefore, Song Qing received a warm welcome from Puan, with Puan's General Manager, Zhou Hao, personally greeting her at the factory gate.
"Chairman Song, I've heard so much about you. I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come all this way."
"Mr. Zhou, it is I who should apologize. Because of our management mistakes, you have suffered losses. I feel it is necessary for me to come to you in person to explain and discuss the follow-up cooperation."
The two men chatted amiably. Song Qing proposed paying the agreed-upon penalty for breach of contract and agreed to re-deliver the goods within a month. Zhou Hao, not being a short-sighted businessman, naturally refused the penalty. He was a businessman himself, and since they were so friendly, he naturally considered it a good opportunity to make friends. After all, the quantity of the goods wasn't large, and he could manage it.
“President Zhou, you must accept that Fuhua must pay the price for its mistakes. But what I wanted to say more this time is that I hope this incident will not cause you to lose faith in Fuhua,” Song Qing said sincerely.
"Chairman Song, you're being too polite. Now that you've come all this way, we're practically friends. I hope you'll help me out in the future," Zhou Hao said, still declining.
Song Qing shook his hand and smiled knowingly, indicating that she understood his meaning. "Next time you come to Linchuan, come and find me, and I'll introduce you to some friends."
The two understood each other implicitly, and Song Qing gradually realized how such a complex and close-knit business network was formed.
Consider that she has only been back for a short time, yet she has already met so many business people and made many friends who are neither friends nor enemies.
On the way back, Leng Feng and Yan Xunan called to inquire about the situation.
She replied, "With good business partners like you and its own solid foundation, things aren't as difficult as I thought."
Leng Feng clapped his hands and laughed heartily, praising, "I see you're getting more and more knowledgeable about business. Actually, this matter isn't difficult to resolve, it's just a bit tedious. On the contrary, I think this incident will make you more skilled, so the benefits outweigh the drawbacks."
Song Qing was both amused and exasperated. "Leng Feng, I take your words as gloating."
Even if outsiders don't have confidence in you, they will definitely give face to the bank and Yi Zhengwei.
Song Qing felt a pang of sadness and did not reply.
"Alright, alright, I won't bother you any longer. If you need any help, give me a call."
In the past, Song Qingruo would have been very moved, but now, hearing these words, she felt much calmer. She smiled politely in return, "Okay, by the way, after we finish this matter, Zhengwei and I will be having a family dinner. You must come."
Upon hearing this, Leng Feng realized it was exactly what he wanted, so he quickly promised to help with the fire.
He has wanted to establish a connection with the banking group for a long time.
Yan Xunan didn't inquire too much about official matters. He was only worried that Song Qing's health wouldn't be able to handle it. He had already heard from Madam Song that the Yi family was preparing to have a child. When he heard this, he felt a pang of sadness and stayed out all night for the first time, drinking until dawn. He regretted why he had been in such a hurry back then; otherwise, Song Qing would already be Mrs. Yan.
Song Qing pretended to be relaxed and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Have you decided on the location for your factory? I heard you've invited quite a few important people to your groundbreaking ceremony."
Yan Xunan sighed and said wearily, "Yes, I've been busy with this matter lately. It's really hard work. Dad is truly admirable."
"Really?" Song Qing turned her head to look at the towering mountains along the highway, her heart aching, and she unconsciously gripped the microphone tightly.
Yan Xunan also fell silent, knowing that this matter would forever remain a knot in their hearts. He still owed Song Qing an apology. Why hadn't he said it? It was because they were too close, their feelings too deep; saying it would have been insincere.
She composed herself, urged the driver to hurry, and rushed back to the company by four o'clock. Bill was already busy and successful in the overseas business division.
Song Qing leaned against the doorway, watching this man who was always there for her and never held a grudge against her. He was, in fact, her childhood sweetheart, so why couldn't she fall in love with him, or accept him as her husband?