Donating to the Writers Association to fund activities and subsidizing poor writers to create with peace of mind has greatly increased Song Foxiang's reputation. Song Shao's proposal hit Song Foxiang's weakness. He glanced at his daughter Song Chan, and Song Chan had no objection.
, Song Foxiang went from listless to energetic:
"Mr. Jiang, what my nephew said is what I think. This is what I think!"
Jiang Xuekun felt relieved.
Fortunately, Lao Song is not a money-hungry person, so this is a good way to handle the matter.
Jiang Xuekun highly praised Song Foxiang's ideological consciousness and personally put an end to this matter:
"Comrade police, just write them a mediation letter and follow their wishes."
One dared to ask for 1 million, and the other was really willing to pay. No matter how shocked the police were, they would not stop others from spending money.
The mediation letter is easy to write, but when you really have to pay for it, will you refuse to accept the debt again?
The police are a little worried about this.
Jiang Xuekun smiled: "Just write, Mr. Xie is not that kind of person."
Mr. Xie wants to be such a person, and the Xie family will not let him be.
The mediation letter was easy to write. Song Foxiang signed and fingerprinted it himself, and the police took it to Xie Jinghu to sign. Xie Jinghu didn’t want to stay in the hospital for a moment anymore. He just completed the hospitalization procedures in the afternoon, and now he is anxious to be discharged. When he signed,
It was signed by Xie Jinghu, and assistant Qi will have to deal with the tail end.
What a sin, after a few punches, I had to pay one million to reconcile.
Zhong Yong asked Assistant Qi in a low voice: "Are you heartbroken?"
Needless to say!
Mr. Xie doesn't care about this money, but Assistant Qi does. It would be nice to use 1 million to give him a bonus.
Zhong Yong seemed to have read through Assistant Qi's thoughts and sneered: "Mr. Xie just likes to throw money into the water. There is nothing you can do, just listen to the sound. By the way, Mr. Xie just broke Mr. Xie's cell phone.
I'm going to help Mr. Xie buy a new mobile phone, please remember to reimburse me."
Assistant Qi felt aggrieved, but Assistant Qi did not dare to object to Zhong Yong.
They are all subordinates, and there are still hierarchical distinctions between service leaders or bosses. Xie Yuping is better than Xie Jinghu, and Zhong Yong is more effective than Assistant Qi in speaking.
Mr. Xie, why bother? He dropped his son's cell phone and then spent money to buy it for his son.
And Mr. Xie still doesn't do these things, so his poor assistant does it.
Assistant Qi looked at Zhong Yong, who walked away humming a song.
——Young Master Xie ran away after watching the excitement, what are you still doing here?
…
Song Foxiang also wanted to be discharged from the hospital. Song Shao thought about it and asked Song Foxiang to stay in the hospital for one more night.
With a "remuneration" of 1 million, Song Foxiang must act more seriously.
Song Foxiang repeatedly emphasized: "This 1 million is not the price I shouted. You said you would donate 500,000, and I agreed. Don't use this to criticize me afterwards..."
I don’t know what kind of losses Song Foxiang suffered at the hands of his nephew Song Shao, but he still has lingering fears and must get Song Shao’s personal guarantee.
"I will never cause trouble for you, okay?"
Song Shao promised, and Song Foxiang was relieved.
However, Song Shao still did not forget to remind his uncle: "You are responsible for this matter, and Mr. Xie is a very good-looking person, so he agreed to compensate 1 million yuan. I think there are other reasons behind this matter.
It's just that we don't know. Xie family, you should stay away from each other in the future, including Ms. Zou who wrote your poems. Uncle, don't expect to get rich by being beaten. If you have similar troubles next time, they will beat you and lock you in the police station for a few days.
If you don’t even want to pay for it, then your beating will be in vain.”
This is really the truth.
Although Song Foxiang mentally joked that Xie Jinghu was a fool, he also knew that if he could offer 1 million to reconcile, he might never meet another fool in his life.
His psychological value has been raised to 100,000 punches, and it is not worth it to be beaten by others again!
——It’s just that I have wronged Xiao Zou by having a husband named Xie.
Song Foxiang was still thinking about Zou Weijun. In addition to his initial surprise, he now felt even more pity. However, he did not dare to say it out loud. If he did, his nephew would fall out in any minute, and his daughter Song Chan would not be happy either.
Thinking about it this way, the joy of receiving 1 million yuan in compensation is much lessened.
This money killed his love!
…
"So, your dad wants to pay 1 million to Editor-in-Chief Song?"
Wen Ying only found out the news the next day.
She sent a message to Xie Qian when she returned home, but Xie Qian didn't reply, so she thought that Xie Qian must be busy dealing with this dispute and had no time to reply to her message.
It was only the next day that I found out that Xie Qian’s cell phone had been broken by Xie Jinghu.
——Xie Jinghu is such a scumbag!
If you are angry, you can vent your anger on Uncle Xie Qian, but if you don't dare to face Uncle Xie Qian, you can act unscrupulously towards Xie Qian. This is taking advantage of the natural status of "father" to suppress "son".
"Yes, he has to pay 1 million yuan. He has no choice but to pay. The uncle thinks he is embarrassed in Chengdu and wants to settle the account after he returns to Beijing. He is not willing to pay 1 million yuan here. He may have to transfer 1% of the shares when he returns to Beijing.
He knows very well which one is more valuable, 1 million or 1% of Kumho Group’s shares.”
Xie Qian also knew his biological father well, and this was all gained through experience in struggle.
Wen Ying felt a little sorry.
If Xie Jinghu is more stubborn, Xie Qian may want to take shares again.
Xie Qian grew up in the struggle, and Xie Jinghu also grew up. Xie Jinghu is now very wary of Xie Qian.
Because Xie Jinghu was still in Chengdu, Xie Qian didn't want Xie Jinghu to notice Wen Ying, so he didn't do homework with Wen Ying this weekend. The two contacted him on the phone.
We couldn't see each other's expressions on the phone. Xie Qian wanted to wait until Monday to go to school to talk, but after thinking about it for a while, he still asked on the phone.
"This 1 million is the price that Song Foxiang's nephew bid for him. After you left yesterday, Song Foxiang's nephew came to the hospital. Coincidentally, he has the same name as your junior high school monitor."
Not only do they have the same name, they are Song Shao!
No wonder I met Song Shao at the bus stop yesterday.
Xie Qian was digging a hole, but Wen Ying was unaware: "You must be talking about the monitor of my junior high school. I met him on the way home yesterday. We talked for a while, and the monitor invited me to drink orange juice."
That's right.
No wonder I got home late.
Xie Qian's cell phone was broken by Xie Jinghu and could not be turned on. I don't know what time Wen Ying came home. I changed my cell phone this morning before contacting Wen Ying.
"Oh, he is your junior high school monitor."
Xie Qian drew out his voice and Wen Ying felt guilty for no reason.
"That's him. We were at the Provincial Library last year. If you had come earlier, I would have introduced you two. Monitor Song is really nice. Did you interact with him last night? What do you think of him?"
It's pretty good.
He is a smart person with clear thinking.
Xie Qian did not disparage Song Shao against his will and agreed with Wen Ying's statement.
Wen Ying's guilty conscience suddenly turned into excitement: "You agree, that means I still have a pretty good eye for people, right?"
In her previous life, she was blinded and mistook someone like Yue Shanni as her friend.
But for Song Shao, she had indeed never misjudged him in her entire life.
Xie Qian was a little uncomfortable. One moment he was chasing the male models from Baodao, and the other moment he was shopping with Yanxiao Yanyan, the squad leader of junior high school. Didn't he give out enough papers to the hamster?
"You should prepare first. This weekend night, when Li Mengjiao comes back from promoting in other places, I will arrange a mock test for the three of you."
"...?"
Wen Ying really couldn't figure out Xie Qian's routine.
How did you jump from a compensation of 1 million to Song Shao and then to a mock exam?
