Judging from various clues, Xu Fangsheng has never forgotten his deceased wife, nor does he really love Ge Linghui as deeply as others think. Song Ye even made a bold guess, maybe this seemingly honest mayor is not as deep as he imagined. So upright.
That night, she obtained a lot of information from this secret study and made major changes in the direction of future actions.
On Sunday morning, after breakfast at the Xu family, Song Ye went to Yunye Technology alone. A week of training had passed, and she wanted to see what Shitou could do.
It has only been more than half a month since the company changed its name. At this time, the name of Yunye Technology should be hung on the building. The entrance is clean and tidy, everything is in order, and there is no trace of the chaos of dynasty change.
Today is the weekend, and he didn't have to go to work originally, but because of Song Ye's arrival, Shitou had to lead his brothers to stay at the company, waiting for the real BOSS to arrive.
When Song Ye just entered the elevator, two young men hurried out, holding bread in their mouths and busy tying their ties. There was a lot of noise when they squeezed into the elevator.
They didn't seem to notice Song Ye, who was bowing his head in silence in the corner. They finished biting the bread in their mouths and were still muttering, "What kind of boss is this big? Everyone has to wait here for him on weekends. I think the boss must be a bastard." Perverted old man."
Another person was also very anxious, still pulling on his tie, and said impatiently: "I've been wearing this old tie for a week, and it still doesn't go smoothly. I'm here to play with the computer, not to get dressed. Could the manager be targeting me on purpose?" Me."
"Humph, the manager is so beautiful, why would he target you? I think it's probably the boss's idea. Seeing that our manager is such a beautiful woman and still respects him, I think the boss must be a long-faced old man who walks with a cane. Humming kind of thing." It seemed that he had made up his mind and said it happily. The young man raised his fluffy hair and began to feel better.
But Song Ye, who was programmed as a stereotyped, perverted, bad old man, leaned against the elevator wall and touched his face. It was a bit cold, but he couldn't be called a pervert.
It wasn't until the elevator door opened again that the two big boys in front hurriedly stepped out of the elevator. They noticed someone following them out. When they looked back, they were immediately dazzled. The first impression they had was that the face in front of them was too big. Beautiful, and then she asked in confusion, "Are you here to find someone?"
It is unlikely that he is a new employee at this age.
"Well, look for Sister Yun." Song Ye nodded, not showing any displeasure at being arranged behind his back.
Because in daily work, everyone calls Yunhua sister, so as soon as Song Ye opened his mouth, the two of them immediately reacted, "You are here to see the manager. I will take you there. Are you the manager's brother?"
The enthusiastic boy led the way and chatted for a while. Then when he passed a table, he took out a document and said, "We are in a meeting now. Please keep your voice down when you go in later."
"Yes." Song Ye responded and glanced at the desks around him. The chaos was simply too horrific to behold. It was hard for a girl named Yunhua to manage such a group of IT men.
Until they reached the door of the conference room, the two boys knocked on the door and sneaked a sneak peek at the crack of the door.
"The bad old man hasn't come yet."
"Huh, you're late and you made us wait. Let's go in."
After the two of them expressed contempt, they officially opened the door and entered.
At that time, Yun Hua, who was in charge, glanced over at him like a torch, causing the two of them to tense up and stand on end. Before they could apologize, Yun Hua stood up with a loud sound, striding like lightning, and came over with high heels. .
The two big boys were usually beaten by Yunhua's ruthless hands. When they saw this, they stood upright as a conditioned reflex and said loudly: "Manager, we were wrong. We will not do it again."
As soon as he finished saying this, he saw Yun Hua passing by and bending behind them, "Mr. Song, you are here."
Mr. Song!
At that moment, everyone stood up and looked at the slender figure behind the boy.
"Well, is everyone here?" The cold voice was clean and sweet, with a hint of childishness.
"Everyone is here, the meeting can start at any time."
As Yun Hua's reply fell, the slender figure walked towards the main seat. When that delicate and beautiful face faced everyone, everyone was stunned again.
The Song Ye in front of him was dressed in white clothes and white trousers, with a cool and cool attitude, but he looked like a young man.
"This is the founder of Yunye Technology, Song Ye, Mr. Song." Yunhua stood on the side and introduced everyone.
Mr. Song... Everyone's eyes fell on Song Ye, staring at her face, which became more and more weird the more they looked at it.
Young man, their boss is actually a young man.
"Are you kidding? How can he be the boss?" The big boy standing at the door was outspoken and blurted out without being able to hold back his words.
However, this sentence expresses everyone's feelings.
"Monkey, what are you talking about? This is the boss." Shitou came over from his position, pinched the back of his neck, and carried him back to his seat like a chicken. Then he turned to Song Ye and bowed his head to apologize, " Mr. Song, I'm sorry, they have just started working and are not used to it yet."
Maybe others find it unbelievable, but he has seen Song Ye's talent for computers, and the melee in the downtown area is still fresh in his memory.
Song Ye nodded and glanced at the dozen or so people present. When he saw the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, he understood why Yunhua held the meeting with so much fanfare today. If they don't show their sincerity, it will be difficult for these people to believe that a junior high school student is their boss. No matter how hard Shitou tries to explain, it will be useless.
But now it seems that even if they take the chief position, the distrust in their eyes is still difficult to eliminate.
As her thoughts moved, her deep gaze fell on the monkey, "If you have any questions, you can just tell me."
The boys present were all young, had not experienced the baptism of social rules, and were not yet capable of whitewashing the peace, so when Song Ye asked, the rather crude monkey questioned, "Are you really our boss? Did you write the things in the USB flash drive?"
Song Ye sat on his seat and nodded calmly, "Well, Yunye Technology is indeed mine. I came here today just to check the practice results of the USB flash drive."
"Impossible, how can such a complicated program be possible..." Almost subconsciously, the monkey shook his head, his face full of disbelief. For more than a week, they studied the contents of the USB flash drive day and night, feeling like their brains were going to explode.
They all agreed that the person who could make such a complicated thing must be an old scholar of seventy or eighty years.