"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Song Ye Song, now the largest shareholder of Meng's family and the owner of Antique Street."
When Meng Ziheng's words fell, the air fell into silence for a long time. All eyes and sights were focused on the cold-faced girl in a green gauze dress at the main seat. There was no sign of anyone looking at her immature and youthful face. Shy, sitting in the upper position at the moment, his movements are full of aura.
At that time, Xiao Yu, who opened the curtain and followed in with her head lowered, stood beside Xiao Yun and almost screamed when she heard this.
She covered her mouth tightly, her fingertips turned slightly white, and stared at the girl, thinking she was hallucinating.
But the strange silence around her prevented her from asking. In fact, she knew that the head of the Meng family was here, and it was impossible for Meng Ziheng to joke about such a thing.
But how could Song Ye be the largest shareholder of Meng's family? She was only seventeen or eighteen years old!
After a long time, Meng Sun's feet suddenly felt weak, and cold sweat flowed down his face along with his pale face. He said in a trembling voice: "Song, Mr. Song, I was outside before, but I was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai. Thanks to you, sir, you don’t remember the faults of others, so please don’t argue with me.”
At this moment, Meng Sun wanted to slap himself in the mouth. He remembered that he was caught red-handed at the door in the morning and said such unpleasant words to Song Ye. If he had known earlier, he would have definitely raped him and served him. It's a pity that the trap has been revealed now. All he wants now is that the other party is young and can be coaxed a little easier and not to embarrass him too much.
Song Ye was very aware of the psychological activities of such a sophisticated businessman. She took the tea handed to her by Meng Ziheng, took a sip, and got straight to the point, "Tell me how many fakes you bought under the banner of the Meng family. "
Hearing this, Meng Sun's heart skipped a beat and he quickly put on a smile, "Just that one thing, Mr. Song, I was also distracted for a moment. Mr. Song, Mr. Meng, I promise, I won't do this again."
Will this be an example next time
With a click, Song Ye put down the tea cup, his deep eyes fell directly on Meng Sun, and his faint voice exuded pressure, "Zi Heng, tell me how many pieces he sold."
Meng Ziheng also stopped making tea, picked up the information on the table, handed it to Song Ye, and answered clearly: "In the information you sent over, I heard that Yuzhai sold a total of eighteen counterfeit products. A total of 190,000 yuan, all of which went into his own pocket."
Xiao Yun and An Ran, who were listening on the sidelines, were shocked. They didn't expect that the other party would get so much money from selling fakes. They were selling them under the banner of the Meng family. They didn't know how much they sold in private.
At this time, Meng Sun's forehead was already covered with sweat, and his sleeves were scratched. He didn't expect Song Ye to be so capable, and he could investigate everything so clearly in such a short time, "Mr. Song, this antique is originally There are some real and fake ones, and I was also slapped in the eye. I really didn’t sell this on purpose.”
At this point, he could only find excuses to explain. If he admitted it, he would really not be able to spit out the 190,000.
"Huh, eye-catching? Do you want me to tell you the purchase channels and prices of these fakes one by one?" Song Ye sneered, pinched the information, and immediately threw it in front of him. Suddenly it became as sharp as a violent storm, "Meng Sun, you don't have the ability to do anything under my nose in this stone city."
The Bai family was so arrogant and domineering back then, but she took the blame for it. It was too young for such a small side branch of the Meng family to dare to pretend to be in front of her.
"Starting from today, take your Ting Yuzhai and get out of Shishi City, and give me every cent of your lost money. Otherwise, you will never have a foothold in the antique business."
Nowadays, Song Ye has fully possessed the majesty and self-consciousness of a superior. Her strength and dominance in speaking and doing things are no longer what they used to be. She doesn't even get angry when dealing with such a small role. Even after giving the order, she He turned around and commented on Meng Ziheng's tea art, "The tea I made this time tastes better than last year's."
A smile appeared on Meng Ziheng's face opposite him, and he carefully prepared another drink for her, "I found out last time that you don't like the strong taste, so this time it's lighter." The most important thing is that she likes it.
He was concentrating on making tea for her, and actually had no intention of commenting on her private handling of the Meng family.
Meng Sun had been frightened for a long time. He was so shocked that he said "Get out of the stone market". His legs crooked and he collapsed on the floor.
He stared blankly at the superior Song Ye, then turned to look at Meng Ziheng. Suddenly his face turned red, and he rushed towards Meng Ziheng with tears streaming down his face, "Mr. Meng, please spare me this time. I I know I'm wrong, please let me live. I have an old man and a young man. If you leave Shishi, you just want me to die." What he said was all the truth. He has been under the protection of the Meng family for so many years. He is used to being domineering, and he simply does not have the ability to start from scratch in other places. The money he was greedy for has been lost long ago, and there is no money to make up for it.
He couldn't leave, and he would have to cling to the big tree of the Meng family until he died.
"Meng Sun, if I forgive you, how can you convince the crowd in the antique street in the future?" Meng Ziheng didn't push him away. He sat upright and finished the last cup of tea. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly, "You eat it. Just pay back as much as you have, and don't hang around in front of Song Ye in the future. If it weren't for the fact that you are a member of the Meng family, you might not be able to stand in front of her and talk now. Since the Meng family went bankrupt a year ago , Meng’s family name has long been changed to Song.”
It's not that Meng Ziheng is deliberately raising Song Ye's worth, but he has seen Song Ye's many methods and connections from the opening of the antique street this year. Even people like Xu Fangsheng came to escort him on the opening day. Song Ye's power can be seen from this.
Until Meng Sun left in despair, Xiao Yun, Dong Qian and others in the inner hall were still in shock and uncertainty.
After a while, Ding Li came to his senses, shook his head and sighed, "Little boy, when you asked us to hang out with you, we thought you were just making trouble. I didn't expect you to be so generous. I felt a little regretful when I saw it."
At that time, everyone faced the threat of time bombs and power grids in the last assessment of the Eagle Group, and was almost in dire straits. Song Ye had promised them, but unfortunately later, Song Ye left alone, and they became the main team members.
"It's too late to regret it now. I can't compete with my eldest brother for someone else." The cold look on Song Ye's face faded slightly, and when he mentioned Qin Zhan, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows softened. He added at the end, "I can't compete with him either."
The wild wolf sat aside and grasped the key point, "Have you ever competed with the boss? Didn't you win?"