Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

In the first place, Song Chunsheng, the chairman of the Song Corporation, frowned and stared at Song Yueliang, puzzled and annoyed that she would appear here, with an ugly expression on his face.

During this period of time, he called her countless times and asked her to come to see him but was rejected.

Today, on such an occasion, she suddenly came out, what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd!

Ignoring the surrounding inquiry, Song Yueliang remained calm, took out a document from the briefcase at hand, put it on the table, pushed it towards Song Chunsheng, tapped the document with Leng Bai's fingertips, and spoke lightly.

"This is Mr. Tang's special authorization letter. Starting today, I will represent Mr. Tang in all matters related to the Song Corporation, including all official affairs within the scope of authority of Mr. Tang's deputy director."

"Chairman Song, please give me your advice in the future."

As soon as Song Yueliang finished speaking, the conference room that was still silent just now exploded with a bang.

No wonder Song Yueliang dared to sit in Mr. Tang's usual seat, it turned out that he had obtained a special authorization.

While many people present were surprised, they also became more puzzled.

They knew a thing or two about the relationship between Song Chunsheng and Song Yueliang. In the past half a month, Song Yueliang took actions against the Song Group several times, disrupting several cooperation projects of the Song Corporation and causing great losses.

Now the other party changed suddenly and became Elder Tang's agent in the Song Corporation again.

What grievances and hatreds are there that they don't know about?

Countless eyes fell on Song Chunsheng.

Song Chunsheng's face was so dark that he could drip water.

Others don't know what Song Yueliang's plans are, how can he not know?

It's clear that Song Yueliang put the ring under his nose, and is calling him directly!

But the power of attorney in front of him still had a faint scent of ink, and Mr. Tang's private seal where it was signed was clear at a glance, and it couldn't be forged.

With this thing, he really couldn't drive Song Yueliang away in a while.

"It's ridiculous! As the second largest shareholder, Mr. Tang allowed outsiders to join the Song Corporation's board of directors with only a written authorization. He didn't even say hello beforehand. What did he think of the Song Corporation! In the eyes!—" Before he could speak, Song Ziyu cursed at the last seat at the conference table with a livid face and gritted his teeth.

"Shut up!" Song Chunsheng interrupted him with an angry snarl, looked around at the people present with different thoughts, and forced himself to hold back, "Let's have a meeting first, and we'll talk about other things later!"

Song Yueliang's expression was indifferent, and her eyes lightly passed over Song Ziyu.

The contempt and mockery in his eyes made Song Ziyu almost jump up again.

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Outer room, pantry.

Several group secretaries gathered in the tea room, chatting with each other while making tea and coffee, and glanced at the meeting room from time to time.

"Who is that woman who just walked in? She looks familiar."

"I don't know, I've never seen this type of person in the company before, but the aura is really strong."

"Just now when the door of the meeting room opened, I heard it vaguely. That person seems to be... Song Yueliang?"

"Song Yueliang?! Is it really Song Yueliang? Oh my God, no wonder you are so powerful, you are an upstart in the shopping mall! You are so capable! It took four years to bring a small company that was about to go bankrupt to the successful IPO! Half a month ago, I was a Our group has snatched the piece of land in Chengdong Village!"

...

Chen Mo sat on the sofa in the reception room with a blank expression on his face. He didn't listen to the conversation in the opposite pantry, and only focused on the movement in the meeting room.

As a boss assistant, it is enough to focus on your boss.

As soon as the door of the meeting room opened, she got up to greet her, and waited quietly at the door.

All the shareholders filed out of the meeting room, either thoughtful or gloating.

Song Yueliang suddenly popped up at the shareholder meeting. Judging by the expressions and reactions of the Song family and his son, there will probably be a good show in the future.

Song Chunsheng walked at the end, and when he passed Song Yueliang, his eyes were gloomy, "Go to my office!"

After speaking, he strode out.

Song Yueliang turned her head, her eyes fell on the man's back full of anger, and a smoldering scarlet flashed across her eyes, which was fleeting.

Standing up calmly, smoothing the wrinkles on the corners of her clothes, Song Yueliang walked out slowly.

Seeing his boss come out, Chen Mo immediately followed, "Boss—"

"Song Yueliang!" A roar came from the side, interrupting Chen Mo's unfinished words.

Before the two turned their heads to look, Song Ziyu approached from the side full of anger, glared at Song Yueliang, gritted his teeth and sneered, "I really underestimated you, Song Yueliang, to use Mr. Tang to build a bridge into my Song's board of directors! But don't be too happy, thinking that you can get a piece of the Song family's pie by taking the surname Song? It's just an illegitimate daughter who can't stand on the stage, don't lose sight of your identity!"

"Identity?" Song Yueliang put her hands into her trouser pockets after she had finished her leisure, and stood there without retreating a step, even with a faint smile, "Song Shao is right, I am just doing things for others with my salary, and Mr. Tang's subordinates It’s just a small beating of workers, there’s nothing to be happy about, Young Master Song, don’t think too much, it hurts your brain.”

Chen Mo lowered his eyelids and suppressed a smile. Others didn't understand, but she could understand what the boss said.

——I don't have much brains, and if I get another injury, wouldn't I lose my brains?

"Huh, sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Song Ziyu's eyes suddenly slid around Song Yueliang's tall and graceful curves, with malicious intentions, "It took a lot of effort in bed to make Mr. Tang support you to this extent, right? Learn from your mother." How do you serve a man?"

Song Yueliang's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes suddenly turned cold.

Chen Mo silently took a step back.

"Tsk tsk, it's just a joke, why did you change your face?" Seeing the other party's change of face, Song Ziyu suddenly felt happy and laughed.

He still hasn't forgotten that last time on the suburban road, this little bastard deliberately drove into him with a car, almost scaring him to pee on the spot.

Old and new grudges will be avenged one day!

Song Yueliang looked at his secretly smug face, smiled suddenly, and then raised her hand without warning.

Snapped--

The slap was loud, and there seemed to be an echo at the door of the quiet conference room.

There was a small gasp all around.

The secretaries, who were already curious about Song Yueliang's identity, hid in the corner and saw the Crown Prince Song being slapped with their own eyes. The visual impact was huge, and they couldn't help being shocked.

The burning pain on his face, coupled with the sounds around him, made Song Ziyu's head numb for a moment.

"Song-yue-liang! How dare you hit me?!" After regaining his senses, Song Ziyu raised his hand and was about to return. He was slapped in the face in front of so many people in the company. If he didn't slap him back, where would his prince's face be?

Song Yueliang shook her sore hand and took a step back calmly, avoiding the other party just in time, and opened her lips, "Tsk tsk, I'm just kidding, why did you change your face?"

This reply was like an invisible slap on Song Ziyu's face.

"You fucking court death!"

"There are a lot of eyes watching. Young Master Song's slap not only hit me in the face, but also old Tang's face. Are you sure you want to do it? Then I have no choice but to accompany you." Song Yueliang raised the corner of her eyes , looking at the man's eyes coldly, "It's not like I haven't beaten you before."