After Qin Mu Sheng finished reporting the company's situation, he asked in a low voice, "What's your situation now?"
Qin Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that he would ask about her situation. After a brief surprise, she smiled and said, "I am the assistant to the financial director, not a senior cadre of the company. The old lady will not doubt me...
"
Tang Qianye was the most powerful person in the Tang family. After he left, Mrs. Tang and Tang Yoshi eliminated his influence, ranging from demotion to dismissal. In the end, only those shareholders were still on his side, but these shareholders
Unable to move, I had to double guard against senior cadres in the company to avoid contact with him.
Finance Director Wang is Mrs. Tang’s confidant, but she guards against the people around her, but not against the people around her.
And Qin Musheng was Tang Qianye’s secret agent left in the Tang family...
After listening to his words, Tang Qianye's face did not change. His dark eyes were dull and seemed to be deep in thought.
The old housekeeper Hou stood nearby, listening to these situations, and asked, "Assistant Qin, has there been any change in the share situation of Tang Corporation?"
Speaking of this, Qin Mu Sheng folded his hands and pushed up his literary glasses thoughtfully, "No, the shares have not changed. Sixty-five percent belong to the Tang family. The highest shareholder Tang
The old lady, she has 30%, Director Tang has 20%, and Young Master Ye has 15%. As for the other shareholders, those who followed Mr. Tang back then got more.
some.
In fact, Mr. Ye, you originally controlled those people. What you have plus what they have is enough to compete with the old lady. Now if you put them back, some of them will immediately return to the old lady's side. Now
I’m afraid it won’t be that easy to take it back.”
"It's okay." Tang Qianye looked at the data in the computer, his voice as calm as water, as if he was fearless.
He didn't seem to care about anything, and nothing seemed to trouble him.
He said calmly, "You stay over there and watch the news, waiting for my words."
"Okay, please take care of yourself, I'm going back first."
Qin Mu Sheng stood up, bowed, and stepped out of the chair. When he reached the door of the study, he paused, then turned around and asked, "The company's anniversary celebration next week, Mr. Ye, are you coming?"
Tang Qianye did not raise his eyes, his expression was indifferent, "Is there anything important?"
"It's nothing important." He thought for a moment, "It's just that there is news that the second young master will announce his marriage. For this reason, many media reporters have made appointments in advance."
Qianye was still looking at the computer, with his white shirt reflecting his pale and handsome face, and his black pupils motionless, like a beautiful puppet without soul and emotion.
Although he had no expression, his eyes suddenly darkened, exuding a cold anger...
Seeing this, the old housekeeper immediately said, "Assistant Qin, thank you for your hard work. The young master will consider it."
After Qin Mu Sheng left, Tang Qianye clenched his slender fingers tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Under the hand, the mouse has cracks.
He threw away the financial reports and walked to the window. The tall and thin figure leaned there, with dull black eyes, looking out blankly. The roses were still there, and the white angel statue spread its wings. Everything was beautiful and spectacular, just like the one with black hair.
The woman with long curly hair will appear from there at any time, then turn around charmingly, and run towards him from among the falling flowers...
【Weiwei, you are so cruel.】
The old butler came back behind him at some point, stood quietly for a while, and called him, "Master?"
Obviously I no longer expect it, and I obviously don't intend to forgive her.
That woman clearly disappointed him...
Tang Qianye's lips moved and his voice was deep, "Has she called?"
Behind him, the old housekeeper was silent.
After a while, he turned around and smiled fearlessly, his smile pale.
——"hateful"——
he said.
He hated Ouyang Weiwei's betrayal and his sickly body.
In the end, Tang Qianye still had nothing, and he didn’t keep anything he loved or wanted...
The study room is eerily quiet, with a European-style semicircular bookshelf behind it, black and elegant.
He was leaning against the bookshelf, his figure thin and haughty.
He picked up a rose from the crystal vase next to him and played with it between his fingers with an expressionless expression, his eyes were empty and numb.
The old housekeeper asked him, "Master, what are you going to do?"
He pulled off a petal and said in a cold voice, "Call those stubborn guys."
The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have guessed what he wanted to do, and said uneasily, "Last time they had something in our hands, but this time... I'm afraid they won't agree so easily."
"Go and fight, I will make them agree."
The old housekeeper said nothing more, turned around, picked up the phone and made a call...
Next to him, Tang Qianye cruelly pulled the petals of the rose. The bright red petals fell piece by piece in the reflection of his eyes like dead water. This was his favorite flower, but it seemed that it didn't matter anymore.
If you love someone, you should bless the other person and see her happy. He does not have such a broad mind.
Unfortunately, he is a selfish person.
In his lifetime, he will never let them be happy, never...
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Three days before the anniversary of Tang's syndrome, a shareholders' meeting was held.
This is a routine, shareholders of all sizes will be present, just to summarize the company's performance for this quarter and talk about the anniversary. Mrs. Tang didn't pay much attention, but something happened during the meeting that she expected.
Unexpected things.
There was a magnificent conference room, a long conference table with flowers in the middle, and many elegant people in suits and ties sitting on both sides.
Either male or female, three generations old.
Director Tang looked at the report in his hand and said to everyone, "That's it for this quarter's topic. I hope everyone will work harder to bring more benefits to the company next quarter. Do you have any opinions? If not, let's talk about it in three days.
…”
"Wait!" A slow, old voice sounded.
Everyone looked at the eldest man in Tang suit with a gray beard.
Tang Dong showed his hand to him politely and said, "Uncle Liu, you have something to say."
Although the elder named Uncle Liu was a little slow in old age, he was still conscious. He adjusted his reading glasses, read the performance report for a while, then raised his head and said, "How come this quarter has not increased as much as the last quarter?"
What's the point? What are the young people doing nowadays?"
At the top of the conference table were Mrs. Tang and Director Tang. They looked at each other and Director Tang patiently said to him, "Uncle Liu, house prices have fallen a bit this quarter. Don't worry, they will go up. I'm just right."
Tell everyone."
"It's because you didn't work hard!" Uncle Liu pointed at the young people present unceremoniously, "It's not like we were willing to work hard back then."
His voice was slow but full of the majesty of an elder.
He is also a veteran of Mrs. Tang's generation, so everyone respects him and no one dares to contradict him.
The others remained silent. Director Tang and several of his peers looked at each other. He coughed awkwardly and was about to say something. However, Uncle Liu glanced at the faces present and then asked Mr. Tang who was sitting there.
The old lady's voice was still slow and doubtful, "Huiqin, why didn't Master Ye come? I asked you to call him back last time, did you call him?"