Xue Tao didn't really look happy until the day he married Song Yunying.
Instead, Song Yunxuan looked at them with a smile from the audience, a pious expression of blessing on her face.
Having been in business for many years, it seems that every expression has been turned into a mask.
The most commonly used mask is the smile on the face.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.
Many, many people fall for Smiley Man.
At the end of the wedding, Chu Mochen wanted to send her home, but she sternly refused: "Mr. Chu, I don't want to see you again next time."
"Then I will go see Song Yan in person and ask him to marry his youngest daughter to me."
After saying that, without waiting for Song Yunxuan to refuse, she drove away resolutely.
That stunning Porsche sports car left without a trace.
Leaving her angry on the side of the road.
This man seems to enjoy ruining his own business.
She had no time to care about what he wanted to do, and planned to ask for the money on the second day of Song Yunying's wedding.
Unexpectedly, 80 million was credited into her account so quickly that she felt dumbfounded.
From this we can see whether the child Song Yunying is pregnant with is indeed Xue Tao's.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have paid the money so quickly.
She had already set her sights on a magazine that was about to go bankrupt. The magazine was called Zhao's Magazine, and the magazines they mainly published were gossip information in the entertainment industry.
But it is obvious that there are countless magazines in Yuncheng that know the entertainment industry information very well.
As a result, Zhao's Magazine entered a state of being unable to make ends meet.
She used Saturdays and Sundays to visit the newsroom. The staff in the newsroom were waiting in a daze for the company to collapse.
Therefore, when she entered the magazine as the young lady of the Song Group, the president greeted her humbly.
When she was led into the magazine president's office, she didn't even touch the coffee served in front of her. She went straight to the point and stated her purpose: "I plan to buy your magazine when I come here this time."
The president had long wanted to throw away this unprofitable hot potato, so his face was full of smiles: "Did Miss Song conduct the acquisition in the name of Song Company?"
The corners of her lips curled up, and a mature coldness that was inappropriate for her age flashed in her eyes: "The president should know that if I come to meet you in the name of the Song Group, it is not called an acquisition, but a merger."
The president never expected that this eighteen-year-old young lady would explain the meaning of each word to him, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"What does Miss Song mean?"
"I'm here to buy your magazine in my own name, and you tell me the price directly."
The president was lost in thought.
If the magazine was acquired in the name of Song Company, Song Company wouldn't care if the price was higher.
And if this young lady were to purchase the magazine in her own name, it would be impossible to raise the price too much.
After all, personal acquisitions will be based on one's ability.
If the price offered by the magazine is too high and the magazine's profit prospects are unclear, the other party will definitely not accept it.
in this way…
"Miss Song, can you let me think about it for a moment?"
"I only give you three minutes."
Song Yunxuan sat on the chair opposite the president, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she started looking at her phone to count the time.
As the saying goes, long nights have many dreams.
If the other party is undecided or is still thinking of other ways to get the best of both worlds, what she focuses on is to intimidate the other party and make the other party make the fastest and seemingly most beneficial decision in the short term.
"President, you know that your magazine is about to close down. If I don't pass him into my hands now, your employees will probably find another job soon."
She did not raise her eyes to look at the president who was getting increasingly restless across from him, but instead analyzed the actual situation of the magazine for her.
"I heard that you have been in arrears with employees' wages for two months. If this continues, people will be divided and someone will eventually resign first."
"Miss Song."
The president couldn't help but interrupt her.
Song Yunxuan raised her eyelids, with a kind and soft smile still hanging on her lips: "Why, President, have you thought about it clearly now?"
"If Miss Song can run the magazine well, I am willing to transfer the magazine to Miss Song at a low price of 10 million."
"Isn't this too bad? After all, the magazine has a history of more than 20 years, and it is not easy to achieve what it is now."
Zhao's magazine did not develop and expand because of magazines at first. He started with the Morning News.
Later, there was the Yuncheng Morning News, and the competition between the two companies forced Zhao to transform into a magazine.
The magazine industry and the morning news seem to have the same program, but in fact the content is completely different.
The magazine targets a relatively single group of people.
Moreover, most of the edited content is meticulous and quality-focused.
Such as beauty, dressing, styling, and occasionally adding some exciting gossip to attract attention.
The veteran editors of Zhao's magazine are stuck in their ways and are unwilling to discuss fashion with young editors, resulting in the magazine's magazines being unable to successfully attract the attention of young people.
Therefore, the magazine is not getting better year by year, and finally it becomes this difficult situation of whether to close down or not.
The president knew the magazine's own situation very well and just begged Song Yunxuan: "Please don't lay off my employees."
"President, you can rest assured that after I take over, not only will I not lay off your employees, but I will also help you make up for the two months' salary arrears to your employees."
In this way, employees will have a favorable impression of the new owner.
If employees have no opinions about their boss, it will be easier to get along with them in the future, and it will be easier to lead them.
Although the president of Zhao's Magazine couldn't let go of the magazine, he still nodded and agreed to give the magazine to Song Yunxuan under Song Yunxuan's satisfactory plan.
Before Song Yunxuan left, President Zhao extended his hand to shake her hand.
But thinking that she was the unmarried youngest daughter of the Song family, she might not be used to old men shaking hands with her, so she retracted her hand in embarrassment.
Song Yunxuan smiled slightly and stretched out her hand: "Mr. Song, this meeting was very pleasant. I will come over in person to sign the contract tomorrow."
She reached out her hand proactively and gracefully, with a natural and dignified smile on her face.
The maturity and intelligence revealed in her eyes made her look even more beautiful and dazzling.
President Zhao was stunned for a moment, then carefully reached out to shake hands with her.
Song Yunxuan squeezed his palm lightly, the force was neither light nor heavy.
When she retracted her hand, the confident edge in her eyes made her whole body brighter.
Before getting in the car, she faced the skyscraper office building of Shaw Brothers across the street and suppressed her smile slightly.
The quiet gaze in his eyes reflected the building, as if there were ripples stirred by a whirlpool, pulling the building deep into the darkness and haze.
Shaw Brothers.
The industry that I personally controlled and expanded is now controlled by a treacherous man who gets something for nothing.
Just wait, I will get everything back soon.
My Gu Changge, no one can take it away.
Even if that person was once the person closest to me.
The sharpness in his eyes reflected all this, and after a hasty farewell, it was the full purchase of Zhao's Magazine the next day.
The editorial department of Zhao's Magazine was renamed Fanxing Magazine. Although the editorial department did not expel the old editors, it began to recruit new editors under her instruction.
With nothing to do, she personally went to the recruitment department of the editorial office as an interviewer.
A woman with neatly short hair wearing a dark purple three-quarter-sleeved cardigan jacket burst into her sight.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw her fair face and dark pupils. A gentle smile appeared on her lips: "Please sit down."
When the woman took her seat, she did not wear a professional black and white suit like other applicants, but a simple three-quarter sleeve jacket paired with nine-quarter trousers. A pair of flat casual shoes showed her casualness and unruliness.
She suddenly felt that this young girl was somewhat similar to her when she was young.
"May I have your name."
Even though her name was on the resume, she still asked before opening the details.
"Shao Xue."
"Is your surname Shao?"
Song Yunxuan was slightly surprised. She was very sensitive to the word Shao now.
Whenever there is this word, she will pay more attention to it.
The woman nodded, with a clean face and beautiful features, and a distant and cold look in her eyebrows that made people stay away.
She did not open her resume and conduct routine inquiries about this.
Instead, he put his resume under his hands, clasped his hands together, straightened his waist, and asked her in a friendly manner: "I'm here for an interview today to be the editor of a magazine. Don't you think your dress is a little inappropriate?"
"I'm here to apply for a job as a data collection editor."
Song Yunxuan looked at her with a smile: "Are you sure? This is not an ordinary job."
To put it bluntly, data collection editors are paparazzi reporters assigned abroad.
And you still have to go outside in the wind and rain.
Generally, graduating college students will not apply for this position voluntarily.
This position is hard, and I might get a tan on my delicate skin if I go out frequently.
This does not include accidents that may occur when traveling to other places.
"Do you usually wear sneakers to work?"
“I think data collection is often out and about, so it’s not suitable to wear high heels.”
Song Yunxuan thinks this girl is very interesting.
You know, in their twenties, few girls can give up high heels and short skirts, and this girl not only did not grow her hair long, nor did she wear high heels or short skirts.
You can tell from her minimal makeup that this girl is a very practical girl.
Such a girl may not be able to be a fashion editor of a magazine, but she believes that she has a persistence and drive in her heart that no one else can match.
"I have written down your contact information. You can go back and wait for my notification."
Shao Xue stood up, bowed politely, said thank you and left.
An old editor next to him acted as the interviewer and immediately threw Shao Xue's profile into the trash can.
Song Yunxuan held her wrist with one hand and reminded her: "This girl can be used."
The thirty-year-old editor turned his head to look at her and met her deep eyes.
A strong coldness quietly reflected from her eyes.
The editor was startled and put his resume back on the table in embarrassment.
Song Yunxuan had no intention of continuing to act as an interviewer here, so she stood up and left. A reliable old employee followed her out: "Miss Song, don't you continue to see how the new employee's interview is going?"
"No, I have something to do at home, so I must go back at this time."
I don’t know what the seriously ill old man wants to order.
He actually told her the time to go home when she left home early in the morning.