Rebirth of the Spoiled Wife

Chapter 470 What do you think?

After nodding his head repeatedly in assurance, Song Jin calmed down and his body trembled slightly.

Letting go of Song Jin's boss, Pan Yijing threw the plan on the table and said in a cold voice: "Take a closer look."

After getting some fresh air, Song Jin suddenly collapsed to the ground, holding his neck and breathing heavily.

Looking at Song Jin with disgust, Pan Yijing lowered his head and looked at Song Jin's hand that he had touched.

It was Yang Zhe who understood Pan Yijing's habits and took out the wet wipes from his pocket.

After taking it, Pan Yi Jingzi wiped his hands carefully.

Pan Yijing didn't stop wiping his hands until he was sure they were clean.

Song Jin clearly saw Pan Yijing's actions, but he had no time to care about it now.

What surprised him was that Pan Yijing was so strong. Song Jin held his neck to relieve it for a while before he felt that the horrible suffocation feeling had eased a lot, but he was still in a dizzy state.

"Hurry up, don't let me continue to rush you."

Pan Yijing frowned and looked at Song Jin coldly.

Song Jin was really frightened now. He nodded and stood up in a hurry, staring closely at the plan.

After looking at it for a long time, Song Jin didn't find anything wrong.

After taking a careful look at Pan Yijing, Song Jin's voice weakened.

"Mr. Xiao Pan, this... this is no problem!"

Pan Yijing raised his eyebrows, "What did you call me?"

"Little... little Mr. Pan!"

Song Jin still doesn't understand, so be careful when you probe.

The little supervisor who helped him deliver the documents appeared out of nowhere, coughed, and whispered a reminder.

"It's Mr. Pan, not Mr. Pan."

Song Jin heard it clearly, but he opened his mouth and did not change his words.

In Song Jin's heart, his good friend Pan Yong at the drinking table is the real Mr. Pan.

Seeing the reluctance on Song Jin's face, Pan Yijing didn't force it.

"Special Assistant Yang."

"Yes, President."

Pan Yijing raised his head and said, "Hel Mr. Song up."

Yang Zhe nodded, stepped forward and lifted Song Jin up with simple and rough movements.

Thanks to Yang Zhe's strength, Song Jin was able to sit on the chair.

When he finally sat down, Song Jin realized that his calves had been shaking.

Enduring the shaking of his legs, Song Jin put his hands on his knees forcefully and calmly, forcing himself not to shake his legs.

Patting Song Jin on the shoulder, Pan Yijing spoke calmly but with a kind of majesty that people could not ignore.

"From now on, I will be the only one in the company, Mr. Pan, do you understand?"

Song Jin's eyes averted and he nodded twice perfunctorily.

Now he just wants to leave this ghostly conference room as quickly as possible and just want to say a few words.

But how could Pan Yijing let him get his wish easily?

Pan Yijing took out the documents he had prepared long ago from the table and handed them to Song Jin.

"Here, take a look."

Song Jin put down the planning case related to Chenyu Group and took the new documents with a puzzled look on his face.

Song Jin opened the file hesitantly, his eyes fell on a certain place, and Song Jin's jaw almost dropped in shock.

It clearly records the public funds embezzled by Pan Yong during his reign and various illegal incomes.

These are basically things Song and Jin didn't know about.

"Is it clear, Mr. Song?"

Song Jin gritted his teeth and shook his head: "No."

"That's right!"

Yang Zhe sneered slightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Regarding what Yang Zhe said, Song Jin's nerves began to tense up and his expression became serious.

"what did you say?"

Yang Zhe raised his eyebrows, "What do you think, Mr. Song?"

Song Jin's hands shook and the paper dropped to the ground.

Looking at Song Jin again, his eyes gradually became hollow, and his expression became more dull.

Song and Jin all knew nothing about these things.

Thinking about the bad things his so-called good brother did behind his back, Song Jin felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Pointing to the document, Song Jin still had a vague delusion in his heart.

"Is this fake?"

Pan Yijing's eyes brightened slightly and he asked, "What do you think?"

(End of chapter)