The leader of the men in black looked at him calmly: "There is something I need you to do..."
Afterwards, they escorted Zhao Shuangcheng back to the office and locked the door...
The next day.
Early in the morning, everyone at Changge Group was ready early.
Today is the opening ceremony of Changge Group’s move to Jincheng. Everyone in the group must attend and contribute to the celebration.
Song Qingge and Su Changfeng naturally woke up earlier, especially Song Qingge, who woke up at around four o'clock, and then started to work.
Soon, the time came to nine o'clock in the morning.
But at this time, the Golden Magpie Company was not seen coming.
Song Qingge looked at Su Changfeng, frowned and said: "Changfeng, it's already nine o'clock, why haven't they come yet? If they don't come, will they be able to arrange the venue in time?"
Su Changfeng nodded, took out his cell phone, and dialed Zhao Shuangcheng's number.
The call was quickly connected, and Zhao Shuangcheng's voice rang: "Mr. Su, my people should be arriving soon. Don't worry, just wait a moment."
Su Changfeng's eyes flashed. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Zhao Shuangcheng's voice was a little different from yesterday, and seemed to contain some helpless emotions: "Mr. Zhao, is there nothing wrong with you?"
Zhao Shuangcheng was silent for a few seconds and smiled: "I'm... okay. Why do you ask Mr. Su like that?"
"Okay, it's okay."
As soon as Su Changfeng hung up the phone, he saw a car and two trucks parked in front of the building.
The words "Golden Magpie" are written on the carriage of the truck, and it seems that it is someone from the Golden Magpie Celebration Company.
"Mr. Su, I'm sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm a little late." A bald man came forward, looked at Su Changfeng, and smiled apologetically.
Su Changfeng glanced at him and nodded: "It's okay, hurry up and arrange it. It's not too late now."
"good."
After that, the bald man directed the others and began to set up the scene.
Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was eleven o'clock at noon.
By this time, many guests had arrived.
Song Qingge led the company's senior executives and began to entertain the guests enthusiastically. There was constant laughter and laughter, and the atmosphere was very warm.
And when they were chatting happily.
In a room in the building directly opposite, Teng Fei and Sima Biao were standing in front of the window, looking coldly at the Changge Group Building.
Teng Fei's hands were bandaged, but it did not affect his smoking of cigars.
He held a cigar in his mouth and said calmly: "Uncle Biao, how are the preparations going? Are there really any good shows to watch later?"
Sima Biao sneered twice: "Xiao Fei, when did your uncle Biao lie to you?"
"There will definitely be a lot of fun later. Not only will we make Changge Group look bad, we will also get them into big trouble."
"Aren't they a listed company? Today, their stock price will be broken down!"
Seeing Sima Biao's confident expression, Teng Fei slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled: "Since Uncle Biao is so confident, I really want to wait and see how exciting the show will be."
"But Uncle Biao, how are you going to capture that woman Song Qingge? My dad asked me just now."
Speaking of Song Qingge, Teng Fei felt a little depressed.
Originally, she was on his plate, but now, he is thinking about her...
