For a moment, the board of directors fell silent.

In the previous few seconds, there were clearly sounds of intermittent conversations in the conference room, the sounds of rustling documents being flipped through, and the sounds of whispered discussions.

At this moment, it's like being trapped in a turbine, surviving the disaster, and then clinging to the sailboat on the calm sea, returning to peace.

More than a dozen eyes were directed at Song Qishen, but the latter showed no reaction and showed no embarrassment at being watched with concern. He took a long step and went directly to the main seat.

The board members on both sides of Song Qishen were all uncles and nephews. One of them stared at him for a long time, and finally stopped talking about official matters and asked directly, "Your clothes are quite good."

Young and energetic, the colors I wore before were too calm.

This has changed a bit, and it feels like a new atmosphere has been injected into it.

As soon as such words came out, someone on the other end was not happy and held the opposite opinion, "What does it mean to be pretty good? This is for a meeting, not to go out for fun. How can it be appropriate to be flashy? As before, that is rigorous.

.”

The person who said this was older than the person who spoke before, his beard and sideburns were all gray, and he spoke unceremoniously towards the other side.

"What does it mean to be bells and whistles? Who are you criticizing? How could it be so decent? I think it's very decent!" The person who was criticized was not happy, so he naturally fought back.

"You don't have to flatter me. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!"

"That's not as smart as you. Even your fat grandson can't even get the position of a department manager!"

"What do you mean by our grandson? I think he is somewhat related to you by blood. Hey, don't get yourself scolded."

Song Qishen's face was pale, and he just lowered his eyes slightly, letting the two people on the left and right take action, and did not participate in the conversation.

The battle between the two old roosters was still going on. After Song Qi sat down deeply, he laid out the documents. He only scratched the paper with his fingertips and paused briefly. Assistant Xia, who was standing by, immediately understood.

"The meeting is about to start." Assistant Xia nodded briefly to the two old men sitting on the left and right, and gave a concise reminder.

The two old men stopped and turned to look at Song Qishen at the same time. Their beards on both sides were so angry that they were about to rise to the sky. In the end, they restrained themselves and suppressed their emotions.

After this little episode in the morning meeting, the atmosphere afterwards was not as serious as before.

The two uncles of the Song family have never dealt with each other. Before the Song family changed hands, they always made secret jabs. It seemed that the two of them had made an agreement and would never appear at the shareholders' meeting.

Instead, it was now Song Qishen's turn to take over. These two people took the seats of their children and grandchildren, and they were there every time and never missed.

By the way, I also let go of everything and attacked people without mercy.

In fact, Song Qishen also understood the thoughts of these two old men and just wanted to keep an eye on him.

Before, his father turned a blind eye and didn't care too much. Those nominal positions reserved by the company were considered to support people who were connected to the Song family.

However, unlike Song's father, Song Qishen has not been as clear-tempered as he appears since he took office.

The methods are ruthless, the actions are neat, and everything is cut across the board. They are very straightforward and show no mercy.

As a result, there were many people who were just waiting to die, so they naturally panicked and came to beat them every now and then.

But to be honest, these self-righteous tricks do not pose any threat to Song Qishen. As long as he does not act like a monster, his abilities are acceptable and satisfactory, and the Song family does not lack the money to support others.

These two uncles had been away from the company for a long time, and they didn't know the current internal operations, so Song Qishen didn't talk to them about it.

But after all, he was an old man, and he was eager to see his grandson. If you look closely, his intentions were not bad. Even when the meeting was held, Song Qishen still gave him a good and important position.

But a thorough blood change is certain.

What Song Qishen needs and what he wants is to cultivate his own context.

After the meeting, the two old men pulled Song Qishen and refused to leave.

Whitebeard No. 1 grabbed his left arm and said, "Your parents mean that you recently received the certificate. Although the news hasn't been released yet, I won't ask any more questions. But when you have time, you still have to take it with you."

My little wife is coming to my uncle’s house for a meal.”

After hearing this, White Beard No. 2 quickly grabbed his right arm: "What's the point of going to their house? You come to my place. I was too blind to see clearly just now. Since you like pink shirts so much, go back and ask your aunt to give them to you."

You can customize a few more pieces."

Song Qishen: "......"

When he returned to the office on the top floor, Song Qishen asked Assistant Xia unconsciously, "Do you think I like the pink shirt very much?"

Assistant Xia was called out suddenly and was really stunned by this sudden question.

But whether you like it or not.

Wearing it and walking around the company is a fact.

Assistant Xia cleared her throat, avoided the topic for the first time, and said instead, "Actually, boss, I think this style is quite good."

"Yeah." Song Qi frowned deeply and paused, "That's it."

Then he emphasized almost heavily, "Zhizhi bought it for me specially."

Assistant Xia: "......"

Assistant Xia finally understood.

No wonder, after wearing it once, I wish I could tell the world.

Assistant Xia is not stupid. Qian Zhi bought Song Qishen's pink shirt.

So in terms of color, it is most likely influenced by pink supercars.

And why is it affected...

Immediately, immediately, inexplicably, goosebumps appeared on Assistant Xia's back.

Before Song Qishen could continue speaking, Assistant Xia spoke up, "Since it's for you, my wife is very considerate. This proves that she is also paying close attention to you. She even asked me specifically about your preferences before.

some type of."

When Assistant Xia was flattering with a cold face, he looked particularly sincere and convincing.

Song Qishen hugged his shoulders with his hands, put his knuckles against his lip line, lowered his head and closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.

But he looks no different from Sichun.

Probably because Song Qishen was in a good mood today, he did not refuse the meeting with Zhou Yunxing and Lin Yanzhi.

These two people came here to discuss a small cooperation and make an appointment to have dinner together.

Song Qishen did not greet the guests as directly as before, but instead responded straightforwardly.

After hearing this, Lin Yanzhi almost thought he was hallucinating. He simply asked and was prepared to be rejected. He didn't expect happiness to come so quickly.

To put it bluntly, since Song Qishen returned to China, several people have not been partying all night long like before. After receiving the certificate, they could not catch anyone else.

It's quite unusual for this to happen now.

The three of them didn't go far, so they booked a box in the shopping mall opposite Song's.

At first, Lin Yanzhi waited patiently, but then he couldn't stop complaining to Zhou Yunxing, "I regret it. I, Xiao Lin, always come here to show his cold face?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Song Qishen, who had arrived late and pushed the door directly in. He suddenly changed his mind, "No, I said it wrong. I don't regret it anymore."

Zhou Yunxing looked over in response and paused.

"I thought you were doing your best to show off your body, but you actually put it on?"

Lin Yanzhi stepped forward and wanted to touch Song Qishen's shirt, but before he could reach out to him, Song Qishen frowned and swatted it away without any hesitation.

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"Move your hands away."

"Oh, it's quite fierce." Lin Yanzhi didn't care and sat down.

Zhou Yunxing took a careful look and said, "If nothing else, Song Qishen, with your pure pink face, you look even sexier than the group of aunties dancing in the square outside, even in the floral skirts they wear.

"

"They don't care whether it's naughty or not. They only care whether it's a gift from my wife." Lin Yanzhi pinched his throat, feeling particularly yin and yang.

Song Qi smiled deeply but didn't smile, and gave a deep look, "If you don't know how to speak, just speak less. How can I suffocate you to death?"

At the dining stall, Zhou Yunxing remembered something crucial, "You said you would bring Zhizhi here before, but you never said anything about it. You have to meet us."

"What do you know? We are newlyweds and want to live together for two." Lin Yanzhi tugged on his tie with a smile on his face.

Song Qishen had previously emphasized to him that it was Mr. Song who arranged it.

But looking back later, it was clear that he was extremely happy and did not care about Shu.

"Sooner or later, we'll talk about it when the time comes. What's the rush?" Song Qishen simply responded.

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures of the food on the table.

Or the one without turning off the sound.

Click, click, two sounds, very sudden and extremely loud, opening the slightly quiet box.

Zhou Yunxing was eating when he suddenly heard this noise and almost choked to death.

"What are you doing!"

"Show it to Zhizhi. She should like the food here very much."

Lin Yanzhi: "......"
To be continued...