Chapter 47 My Most Handsome Boss Has Finally Returned
Rong Chuqin also said proudly: "This is the authentic Yuqian Longjing. Most of the ones on the market are fake. This is specially raised and harvested by dedicated people. There is no adulteration at all. Lao Xing, do you want it?"
Cherish it, don’t give it away casually, keep it for yourself to enjoy.”
Xing Gang held the hot potato in his hands and smiled bitterly, "I don't drink tea. I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy such a good thing."
He wisely placed it in front of the old man on the tea table.
The old man squinted his eyes at the box of tea, and snorted coldly: "It's just two cans of tea, the packaging is so big, it's flashy."
Rong Chuqin looked up at the ceiling, pointing here and there, and sighed, "Oh, why should a house with more ghosts than people be so luxurious? I don't know if the ancestors like it or not."
The old man was so angry that he wanted to smash him to death with the tea cup. After looking for it, he took the tea bag at hand and smashed it hard.
Rong Chuqin took it, smelled it, and said with disgust: "Hey, this tea doesn't even smell good anymore. It's not worthy of your status, grandpa."
The old man laughed angrily when he saw his grandson's no-nonsense attitude, "You bastard, you don't have a good word to say."
When grandpa smiled, everyone laughed too.
Xing Gang has been secretly looking at Song Tang. The last time they met, they were colleagues, but this time they met as the eldest mistress. Originally, he was worried about her situation, but now it seems that he is worrying too much.
Song Tang stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, this is the tea made by my parents."
The smile on Rong Chuqin's face froze for a moment, his wife was so brave, he didn't even dare to mention it.
"From planting to picking to production, they all do it themselves. Also, look at the paintings on the packaging. They are Xiao En's essays. Didn't you expect that?"
The old man miraculously did not get angry, and paid more attention to the packaging. The very simple lines painted a tea-picking scene, which was very playful. "That little devil can still draw?"
Rong Chuqin had a long face.
The atmosphere suddenly turned bad.
The old man didn't notice his grandson, his attention was all on the box of tea. It was the first time in ten years that he took the initiative to ask about their situation, "What kind of tea do they have?"
Song Tang choked, just chatting a few words while having dinner together, and didn't know how specific it was.
She pulled Rong Chuqin's sleeve and asked for help.
"Nancheng, they contracted a tea factory with twenty or thirty workers, a small business." Rong Chuqin said.
"Nancheng..." The old man nodded slowly, thinking for a while, and stopped asking further questions.
For father and son to do what they do, it is also a family misfortune.
Dinner was ready, and a large table of dishes was prepared for dinner for three people. Xing Gang was also left to eat.
The old man was very satisfied with the way Song Tang handled the scandal, especially the Weibo post - "If you don't want to lose your job, just go away. I am not someone you can afford."
He clapped his hands and applauded when he saw it. Now when he thinks about it, he still feels happy.
"These people are just messy and messy. You must draw a clear line with them in the future."
Rong Chuqin muttered while eating, "I know, I know."
"It's almost October, are you ready for the new product launch?"
Rong Chuqin was perfunctory again, "It's done, it's done."
"Tsk..." The old man was really dissatisfied with his attitude and had no desire to continue the conversation. "Song Tang, what about you, are you still used to the job of secretary-general?"
Song Tang put down the bowl and chopsticks and replied seriously, "No problem. With the help of Secretary Tang and Secretary Feng, the work will basically go smoothly."
"You kid, you never ask for credit. If I want to praise you a few times, why do you still pass the credit to others?"
Song Tang smiled modestly, "Grandpa taught me everything. In terms of credit, of course it all belongs to you, grandpa."
Listen to it, other people's children speak so nicely, but your own children can't spit out ivory from their mouths.
The old man changed the topic and said: "You know that Xing Gang went to the Song Family. The reason why I asked Xing Gang to go there is to find out more about the Song Family. Once the shareholders meeting is held, I will find you a position in the Song Family. I can
I'll take a temporary position first, test your second uncle's intentions, and take your time."
Song Tang: "I will follow your arrangement."
"It's just..." The old man pointed at Xing Gang with his eyes, it's your turn to speak.
Xing Gang: "Mr. Song is ill. He seems to be seriously ill. He hasn't come to work for a week. Mr. Song is the only one in the company. So I don't know when the shareholders meeting can be held."
Song Yuan is praised for being in charge.
Song Tang's first reaction was, "Is he pretending to be sick?"
The old man said again: "Hey, don't make random guesses about your elders. After all, he is your second uncle. Go back to your parents' house to visit him, and give him my best regards."
Song Tang: "Okay, thank you, grandpa."
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Early the next morning, Rong Chuqin appeared in Rong's Building in high spirits, with aura and a smile on his face.
In the face of everyone's concern and greetings, he smiled and patiently explained, "It's okay, it's all trivial, and it's all exaggerated by outside rumors."
Several company groups were buzzing with chatter - "One day is like three autumns after not seeing each other, my boss, the most handsome boss in the world, is finally back."
——"I feel that Mr. Rong is a lot more approachable now."
——"I feel the same way. I met him at the elevator today. He actually let us take the CEO-only elevator, and asked us if we had breakfast and not to come to work on an empty stomach. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I feel the warmth of a capitalist.
"
——"Mr. Rong, who has drawn a clear line with the entertainment industry, has indeed restored his humanity. However, as the saying goes, where there is difference, there must be a demon. Mr. Rong's current appearance is very much like a silly girl in love."
——"You can't hide your love when you're in love. I also feel that Mr. Rong's aura has changed."
——"Ah ah ah, has my underground love affair with Mr. Rong been discovered?"
——"I am Mr. Rong's wife and your boss's wife."
——"I'm going to ask you all to stop causing trouble to Mr. Rong. The scandals in the entertainment industry have just subsided."
——"It's working time now, don't gossip!!"
——"..."
Feng Jia also saw everyone's comments in some work groups and showed Song Tang his cell phone, "Secretary Song, don't you think about making it public?"
Song Tang took a look and felt helpless, "I'll ask him to keep a low profile."
"Actually, there are quite a few people in the company who have a crush on Mr. Rong. If you make it public, they will give up, like me."
Song Tang smiled and said, "Not necessarily, you are you and cannot represent others."
"That's true. There are many people in this world who know how to be the best. Mr. Rong's strength and charm are too eye-catching. You have to hold on tight."
"Okay, thank you for the reminder."
Song Tang and Feng Jia are strangers to each other. Feng Jia is a person who knows current affairs, has some scheming skills, and knows how to use tricks. The important thing is that she can adjust in time after recognizing the facts and is extremely adaptable. This type of person
Not suitable as a friend, but very suitable as a subordinate, you can trust her to leave things to her.
Tang Qian, who realized later, had already guessed it and prepared a 10,000-word self-examination letter to show to Mr. Rong.