Director Tang had planned to discuss with Yan Yueqing whether they could add another hundred million or two.
But such a topic was really quite awkward to bring up.
Yan Yueqing was wealthy, able to put up eight hundred million in one go, but with significant shifts in share acquisitions, the initially calculated eight hundred million was now insufficient...
Would she think that he was skimming money for himself?
With these concerns, Director Tang spoke the truth, and the result... the other party transferred twenty billion on the spot?!
He even held his phone, counting several tis to confirm that the ten-digit figure was indeed twenty billion, not two billion!
He had already witnessed Yan Yueqing’s wealth last ti...
But he hadn’t expected...
That she would be this wealthy...
Director Tang’s hands trembled as he typed, "Yueqing, there’s no need for so much, a hundred million or two is enough!"
"It’s okay, keep it," Yan Yueqing replied swiftly, "After the acquisition is complete, use the remaining funds to invest in Zhongxing."
Her magnanimous words silenced Director Tang outright...
What kind of company, even before being acquired, is already thinking about future investnts?!
Suddenly, Director Tang felt that Yan Yueqing might have a long-term plan.
The acquisition of Zhongxing was just the beginning!
Clinging to his phone and staring at the string of zeros, Director Tang took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Yueqing, I know your purpose for entering the entertainnt circle isn’t just this. By acquiring Zhongxing, are you planning to start changing the entire industry from within the company? To be frank with you, this was also the dream of Zhongxing’s founder, but unfortunately, he couldn’t hold on! I thought I would gradually forget my ideals amid the cumberso work... Thank you, it’s your dominance that made realize, indeed we should not submit to those filthy assimilations! Rest assured, I will complete the acquisition of Zhongxing within a month for you! No matter how difficult the journey ahead, I will walk steadfastly with the dream as my guide!"
Yan Yueqing: ???????
What are you imagining, Director Tang?
Don’t think of as so noble! I just want to spend money, that’s all!!!!
After a brief pause, not daring to tell the truth, Yan Yueqing replied, "Okay."
One word, filled with the decisive authority of a superior.
Director Tang’s heart swelled as if it were an inflating balloon, feeling elated!
To think that aligning with the right superior, a route filled with ambition and bright prospects, would be so captivating!
Yan Yueqing added Xiao Wang’s WeChat, and the latter was very professional, still online late at night.
After briefly explaining the reason, she sent the information she had gathered, "Song Xiaoyu, seven years old, from Neijia Town on the coast, born seven years ago in A City Hospital... Her parents’ nas are Song Hui and Tian Xiaoe..."
Speaking of which, thanks to Qin Youran’s close attention to Song Xiaoyu, she inquired about almost all of Xiaoyu’s various details during dinner conversations.
Wang Sheng replied politely, "Sister Yan, what do you want to investigate?"
Yan Yueqing, "I’m certain that Song Xiaoyu’s biological parents are soone else. Please check according to this information and see if you can find any clues."
"Okay."
After finishing this task, Yan Yueqing finally let out a sigh of relief.
Tomorrow, Song Xiaoyu’s parents are coming back. According to the plot, this is when Qin Youran starts to brainwash Xiaoyu about familial harmony and persuade her to donate bone marrow, right?
If it’s completely consensual, then of course there’s no problem.
However...
Her foster parents, her sister...
What exactly did she take Song Xiaoyu for?
The following morning at daybreak.
As the rooster had just crowed, there was a loud knocking at the door.
"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu, open the door!"
"What ti is it that you’re still not up? Lazing in bed and not opening the door, do you want to freeze your dad and to death?"
"Bang bang bang—"
The fragile iron door clanged as it was hamred.
The staff mber who was woken up hurried to the door, fumbling with the sowhat troubleso rural padlock, struggling to remove the bolt because he was not accustod to it, and was slow to act.
The woman outside cursed even more viciously, "You good-for-nothing girl, what’s taking so long?"
The staff mber’s hands trembled, and after finally removing the lock, the woman forcefully pushed open the door.
The sheer force of her entry almost knocked him to the ground.
The woman looked sharp and harsh. Upon seeing a stranger, she scread, "Who are you? How did you get into my house? Xiaoyu, how dare you bring a strange man ho?!"
The staff mber’s face fell on the spot, "No, Auntie, you’ve misunderstood the situation. It’s one thing that I nearly fell because of you, but how can you say such filthy things to slander your own daughter?"
Tian Xiaoe froze, then she noticed the scene in the courtyard.
Two beautiful silver tents, several caras that looked expensive, and a small boy who had just crawled out of a tent, rubbing his eyes, looking cool and detached...
She realized, "Oh, the TV crew has arrived, huh?!" Imdiately, she put on a smile, "It’s all misunderstanding! Co on, Dad, take the child back to the room to rest, I’ll go make breakfast for everyone!"
The buzz about a TV crew coming to Neijia Town for location shooting had spread earlier.
Tian Xiaoe had specifically told Song Xiaoyu to clean up the house and had even prepared so new cotton quilts.
If their house was chosen, she had heard they would be paid a decent amount of money! They needed to take the child to the hospital anyway, and since the house would otherwise be left empty for Xiaoyu to sleep in, why not make so money by offering it?
However, Village Chief Zhu later ntioned that the crew hadn’t settled on the house yet, and Tian Xiaoe felt regret, as if missing out on sothing.
Who could have expected that the production crew would actually co to her own house?
Song Xiaoyu appeared at the doorway in a pink pajama set, her face full of excitent, "Dad, Mom, you’re back?"
Tian Xiaoe felt a surge of anger seeing Song Xiaoyu, but she dared not curse in front of the caras. She deliberately softened her deanor, "Xiaoyu, you really should have told when Uncle and Auntie ca to visit our house. You almost caused a misunderstanding just now."
Song Xiaoyu blushed, looking down, "I’m sorry, Mom, I wanted to give you a surprise."
In the past, with such a big event happening at ho, she would definitely have communicated with her parents first! But the night before, Qin Youran had been instilling the concept of filial piety into her, and Song Xiaoyu, half-dazed, made a bold decision—since her parents had been so good to her, she wanted to give sothing back!
Preparing a surprise for them would surely please them, wouldn’t it?
Tian Xiaoe took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to hit her, and pinched her shoulder, "It is quite a surprise."
Her tone was neither warm nor cold.
Song Xiaoyu winced in pain from the pinch, bit her lip, but said nothing.
Tian Xiaoe looked down, "Who gave you these clothes?"
"Aunt Qin gave them to ..." Song Xiaoyu replied timidly. "It’s a new set of pajamas Aunt Qin bought..."
Tian Xiaoe said, "The clothes are too big for you, take them off first."
Song Xiaoyu thought her mother was asking her to return the clothes, but then she said, "Let your sister wear them."
In an instant, Song Xiaoyu’s face turned deathly pale.
Noticing her reluctance, Tian Xiaoe frowned, "What? Your sister can’t wear clothes given to you by soone else?"
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