Jiang Fanxing is very aware of Shen Qiong's abilities. What Shen Qiong is not afraid of the most is facing public opinion. Any scandal, overturning a car, or a house collapse are all opportunities for promotion in her eyes.
Therefore, she said calmly: "Don't worry, if Shen Qiong can't knock her down completely in one fell swoop, she might bite you back. Don't worry, let's see again."
Song Tang nodded. When it came to public opinion, she believed in Fanxing's professional judgment.
Cheng Lan came over and said, "Ha, are you worried that your broken body won't be able to hit her hard?"
Why don't you like hearing this so much? Jiang Fanxing hit her on the shoulder, "Who's missing a body? I don't have any arms or legs. I can give you a knee strike, believe it or not?"
Cheng Lan quickly held down her restless legs, "Okay, okay, auntie, I'm scared of you, so don't be violent."
Song Tang looked at the time and said, "Okay, I have to go to work."
While clearing away the breakfast boxes on the small table, she ordered: "Rong Chuqin has stopped Shen Qiong's application to change the spokesperson. When you think it's time to fight back, just tell me."
"Also, it turns out that the two managers of the brand department have been detained and released, and Rongshi has suspended them internally. Rong Chuqin means that after all, the two managers have worked for Rongshi for many years, and firing them is the last resort. The twists and turns inside still need to be investigated. Once we find out who is colluding with Shen Qiong, the evidence will be conclusive and we will never tolerate it."
"He won't use black sheep, he just wants to handle this matter in a low-key manner. So, don't worry, your position as brand manager will definitely be secure in the future."
Jiang Fanxing burst into tears of gratitude. This undoubtedly gave her reassurance and gave her the right to take revenge.
Cheng Lan yawned and said, "Then I'll go and go back to catch up on my sleep. Is it okay for you to be alone Fanxing?"
Jiang Fanxing: "It doesn't matter. I'll just lie down and watch a variety show. Don't be too happy. You don't have to come every day. If you need anything, just call me on the phone."
After that, Song Tang and Cheng Lan left together.
After leaving the hospital gate, Song Tang was about to send Cheng Lan home when he remembered two car horns.
Looking around, a bright yellow supercar parked on the side of the road, blocking Song Tang's car.
The sun was shining right at this time, and the bright yellow supercar was like a moving luminous body. Fu Xiupei carried this luminous body with him and showed it off everywhere.
Cheng Lan immediately rolled his eyes and whispered, "Don't pay attention to him, just pretend you don't know him."
Song Tang: "..."
However, Fu Xiupei couldn't wait to get out of the car and walked towards them.
Today, he is walking in the style of a chaebol heir. A luxury car shows off his status, a tailored suit highlights his extravagance, and a pair of gradient sunglasses with thin gold edges, showing off his gentle and scum side. To the fullest.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, how many gold-worshiping girls must be enchanted by this?!
At this moment, a lot of eyes were already looking at me.
"Song Tang, why are you still driving this shabby car? Didn't Lao Rong buy you a new car?" Fu Xiupei really didn't like her car. Even parking it together felt like it was lowering his own class.
"Hehehe, I think my car is pretty good. I've only had it for two years, so there's no need to change it."
"You haven't gotten tired of driving it for two years?"
"..."
"The private cars driven by my security guards are more expensive than yours."
"It's just a mobility scooter. It's not necessary."
Fu Xiupei didn't understand but was shocked, "Then you don't understand. A car is a symbol of status. I'll talk about Lao Rong later."
"No, I won't bother you." It's really not a word.
Cheng Lan tugged on Song Tang's sleeve, hinting to her to leave quickly and not waste time with this idiot.
But the next second, Shaque stared at her.
"Cheng Lan, you ran away very quickly after work. I couldn't find you when I looked for you. Fortunately, I know you well enough to guess that you came to the hospital."
Cheng Lante asked in disgust, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Didn't we make an appointment to go to the orphanage together? Why didn't you call me?"
"I am going to be a social worker and work, what can you do?"
"I'm going to donate money."
"..." Cheng Lan took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to scold him, "Mr. Fu, if you want to donate money, you can transfer money. Just do it on your mobile phone. You don't have to go in person. Besides, I'm not going today. I just finished a long night shift.
I want to go home and catch up on some sleep."
After saying this, Fu Xiupei noticed the bruises under her eyes and suddenly felt distressed, "What's the matter with your deputy foreman? He asks for leave whenever he has something to do, but you are always asked to take over?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
"Then how many more people should I recruit to help you?"
"Thanks."
Fu Xiupei seemed to still have something to say, but he was not as arrogant as before. He spoke in a gentle tone, "Have you thought about the project I told you last time? I know you are tight on money. It doesn't matter. I will pay it in advance and wait until I make money.
It will be the same if you return it to me."
Cheng Lan waved his hand, "Mr. Fu, I'm rushing home to get some sleep, so don't get in the way."
With that said, Cheng Lan grabbed Song Tang's arm and pulled her away quickly.
"Mr. Fu, drive your car away and don't disturb others."
Fu Xiupei scratched his hair and said, somewhat unskilled, "I'll give it to you."
"Thanks, no need!"
Finally, Fu Xiupei drove the car away helplessly. He had just had the car serviced, but it was a pity that no one even looked at it. Wasn't it dazzling enough?
Song Tang drove the car, looked in the rearview mirror, and saw the bright yellow supercar following them.
She asked Cheng Lan curiously, "What's going on between you and Fu Xiupei?"
Cheng Lan answered loudly, "It's okay."
It was like a child who was caught taking something from someone else. When asked if she had taken it, she said loudly that she had not taken it with her hands behind her back.
Song Tang quickly turned his head and glanced at her.
Cheng Lan asked guiltily: "Why are you looking at me?"
"What's it like to be a social worker in a welfare home? Wouldn't it be nice for him to donate money? Anyway, he is the least short of money."
Speaking of this, Cheng Lan felt so bitter that he wanted to vomit, "You don't know, ever since I took him to the children's welfare home in Nancheng, he became addicted and even wanted to work as a social worker with me when he returned to the capital.
I took him to the welfare home in the east of the city, and he donated three million on the spot, plus more
I signed my name. The dean personally came out to thank us and took the children to sing and dance for us. He could enjoy the state of being thanked a thousand times, but I couldn't. He donated money, and I thanked him, but
, I didn’t donate, don’t take me with you. The dean thinks he is someone of mine.”
Cheng Lan was furious, feeling that Fu Xiupei was too generous. He could give a large sum of money to anyone who made him happy, and anyone could make a fortune from him.
Song Tang wanted to laugh when he heard this, "What about the project? What can he pay in advance and pay back after making money?"
When talking about this matter, Cheng Lan sighed again, it bothered her more than donating money.