After the shareholders' meeting, Song Tang took office as a new official, and his popularity far surpassed that of Song Yuan.
However, she also knew that Song Zhigao and Wen Meixi had taken root in the Song family for many years, and Song's employees had been lazy and neglectful for many years. It was not easy for her to find out the current situation of the Song family.
Song Yuan led Song Tang to the office hall and said with shame: "Song Tang, this is your position. I feel sorry for you to sit here for a few days. I will find someone to decorate your office right away. It will be in my office."
next to."
"My dad's old office?"
"right."
"No need to redecorate, just tidy up."
"This... is very messy."
"It doesn't matter."
Song Yuan was a little embarrassed, but seeing her insistence, he had no choice but to agree, "Okay, then I'll ask someone to clean it up."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Tangtang, we are brother and sister. I will always be on your side at all times. I hope you don't treat me as your enemy."
Song Tang felt warm in her heart. She had always known that her cousin was treating her well from the bottom of his heart, "Okay, I know."
This office building was built during the heyday of the Song family. Originally, the entire building belonged to the Song family. Later, with the decline of the Song family, each floor was rented out. Now, only two floors of offices belong to the Song family.
.
Her father still had the foresight back then, and now the Song family can maintain basic operations with only annual rent.
As soon as Song Tang got the key, he couldn't wait to walk into his father's original office.
It was really messy inside, and there was a smell of dust as soon as I opened the door.
The light was also very dim. There were two rows of discarded desks and chairs piled up against the wall, blocking the windows and preventing any light from coming in.
There are many discarded office supplies stacked in the middle. It can be said that there is only room for opening the door, and the rest is filled with discarded objects. Everything is piled inside.
Song Tang saw that the switch on the wall next to the door was still the original white plastic shell. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the upper edge of the shell, and the surface had turned yellow.
Because it is an abandoned office, it has been forgotten during several renovations over the years, so it still retains the appearance it had 20 years ago.
Twenty years has really been a long time, so long ago that she has forgotten the memory between herself and this office.
She only remembered that she had been here, but she could not remember the scene inside.
She must not have come by herself, her father or mother must have brought her here, and maybe bought her favorite snacks.
However, there was no picture in her mind.
She couldn't remember coming here, nor could she remember her parents.
"Tangtang," Song Yuan called her from outside. There was no room to step inside. "Tangtang, come out. The things inside need to be cleaned slowly. It's too shabby in here. It can't be renovated. What do you like?
You can talk to the designer in advance about the style of your office."
Song Tang smiled lightly and said, "Just keep in line with the style outside. Thank you, brother."
Seeing that she was in a good mood, Song Yuan took the opportunity to send out an invitation, "I finally returned to the Song family today. I should celebrate. I'll treat you to dinner."
After thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate to invite him directly, so he added, "If Mr. Rong is free and doesn't mind, ask him to join us."
Song Tang asked back: "You don't mind?"
After all, there have been quite a few festivals before.
Song Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It was me who deserved the punch last time, and it was his punch that woke me up. Besides, we are all a family, do we have to continue to be at odds with each other? My parents are my parents,
I am me."
Song Tang nodded, Song Yuan's words were quite right, and it was rare to understand them clearly.
"Then I'll ask him if he's free and I'll get back to you before getting off work."
"Okay, no matter how familiar you are, Xing Gang knows everything about the company. If you have anything you don't understand, just ask him."
"Well, thank you, brother."
Song Yuan smiled bitterly, "Do you want to open your mouth and say thank you?"
"Yes, you are the general manager, and I will report to you in the future. This is the most basic respect."
"Okay." He felt that he should be the one to say thank you to her. This was the first time since he joined the company that he felt respected.
Song Tang's temporary desk was right next to Xing Gang. Xing Gang quickly handed over a financial report. She glanced at it briefly and looked at Xing Gang in shock.
Xing Gang whispered: "The current situation is so bad."
No wonder Song Yuan was so decadent. What Song Zhigao and Wen Meixi handed over to Song Yuan was an empty shell.