President Zhong smiled, he just said, "Manager Song, I have already signed the contract. This contract is in front of you. You are a smart person. I don't think you will miss this opportunity?"
This time, he didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it. The meaning couldn't be clearer.
Song Qiyue looked down and saw that the contract was right in front of her. She was still holding a pen in her hand. As long as she signed the pen, the loan could be settled and there would be no more problems with financing. In this way, Dingxin's first phase of the project can be achieved in this way, without any further effort, no more racking your brains, and you can pass this smoothly.
Then, she can also stand firm in Dingxin.
But what is this?
Once again, did he pity her again?
The dense text on the paper spread out, and slowly gathered together clearly. Song Qiyue looked at the contract, and she suddenly smiled.
Relieved but determined.
Song Qiyue not only lowered her hand, she even took the pen holder, put it on the nib, and gently put down the pen.
"Manager Song, what are you?" President Zhong didn't expect her to be like this, he was a little surprised.
Song Qiyue smiled with her eyes sideways, "Mr. Zhong, you are right. Smart people will not let go of this opportunity, but it's a pity. Yes. It's like, some things are not my own, I won't be greedy."
"President Zhong, thank you for not disturbing you." Song Qiyue said, she had already got up.
In the stunned gaze of Governor Zhong, she led Shao Fei away.
Out of the reception room, Shao Fei was silent, ran all the way out of the bank and walked on the streets of Gangcheng until he reached the car parked on the side of the road. Song Qiyue suddenly said, "Give me the key."
Shao Fei didn't say much, and immediately took out the key.
Song Qiyue took the key and drove the door to the car.
Shao Fei hurriedly walked around the car, and he had to get in the car.
But who knows, Song Qiyue is fast here, the engine starts, and before Shao Fei comes up, she stepped on the accelerator!
"Wait! Sister Qiyue! I haven't gotten into the car yet!" Shao Fei was shocked, and he hurriedly shouted!
But it was too late. Song Qiyue dropped a word and drove away, "You go back to the company first."
...
The car stopped near a commercial building.
On the side, facing up is a towering building.
The company logo in front of the building is very eye-catching and majestic-Jiuyuan International Building!
Song Qiyue got out of the car and took out her mobile phone to make a call.
Qian Jue's number, she hadn't looked for it for a long time, but she kept it quietly in the phone book all the time.
Song Qiyue was too lazy to clean up the numbers, so she was always there.
I used to think that there will be no more contact, at least not under such circumstances, but everything is still unpredictably too full.
Song Qiyue called her, "Secretary Qian, hello."
"Hello, Miss Song."
It's an honor that Secretary Qian also kept her number.
Song Qiyue smiled and said, "I haven't contacted you for a long time, have you been busy recently?"
"Thank you for your concern, everything is fine with me." Secretary Qian answered politely, and she replied, "Miss Song, what can you do with me."
After meeting and greeting, Song Qiyue said directly, "Secretary Qian, I'm here at Mohs, please help me pass it through."
"Miss Song, Mr. Mo said, you can just come up directly." Secretary Qian's tone was not surprised at all.
Song Qiyue frowned slightly and smiled, "Okay."
Qian Jue is a shrewd and capable secretary, and he is also a rare talent, but no matter how shrewd and capable he is, it is impossible to be a prophet. Unless, the news has reached here.
Song Qiyue looked up, and the top floor of the building looked like a cloud.
"Ms. Mo, Miss Song has arrived." Qian Jue's insider called.
Mo Zhengyan was burying his head in the file. Hearing this, he didn't look up, just hung up with a sound of "en".
At the elevator entrance, Qian Jue met her, and then led Song Qiyue to the tightly guarded office.
The two heavy doors were so tightly closed.
In Qian Jue's answer, he slowly pushed open.
Song Qiyue is no stranger to this place, she has been in and out countless times, and she is a frequent visitor here.
But after a few months, when I came here again, the unfamiliar feeling remained the same.
It's probably because the air in this office is too cold, it seems unreal like the fireworks in the world, and it makes people frown.
"Ms. Mo, Miss Song is here." Qian Jue replied softly, and she quietly retreated.
Song Qiyue was still standing at the door, and did not go forward. Qian Jue turned and smiled at her, and she also smiled back.
Behind him is the sound of closing doors. In this coldness, only her and him on the high seat not far away.
Mo Zhengyan sat on the executive chair, silent and gentle, his eyes were unhappy, and there was no emotional ups and downs.
He seems to have known her arrival a long time ago, or has been waiting for her arrival.
At this moment, Song Qiyue suddenly remembered the scene when he first came here.
It is also so similar, he is also so cold and arrogant.
It's just that this time the identity is transparent, and she doesn't have to perform that drama again.
Song Qiyue stepped forward, her steps were gentle, not irritable, not decadent, when she came to him, she just sat down on the chair.
Without rushing to meet him, Song Qiyue said, "When I came, I was thinking where I should meet you."
Mo Zhengyan didn't say anything, just staring at her with his eyes down.
"It should be regarded as a private matter, go to your mansion? But it doesn't seem to be great." Song Qiyue smiled, "Later I thought, although it was because of personal relationships that I asked you to tell me about it, this is also a business matter. Project, so it’s best to come to your office to talk about it."
"Mr. Mo, don't you think so?" She has changed her name from the younger uncle to Mr. Mo.
The smile on her face was not as sloppy as usual, and there was clearly a sharp hint, Mo Zhengyan said warmly, "Why do you reject Xinye's loan?"
"Mr. Mo is so confessed that I have cut into the topic so quickly, it seems that it must be very busy." Song Qiyue nodded slightly, "Then I won't say anything else, and talk to you about the reason why I came here."
Between words, her gaze became cold and stern, "I thought that when I ate at Jing Fuxuan last time, I had already said enough. How can a smart person like President Mo fail to understand? Or right? My niece couldn’t worry about it, so she decided not to protect me in the open and went to fight underground instead.”
"Yesterday, my subordinate happened to see you at the Mid-Levels Cafe." He was very plain, not an explanation, but an explanation.
"How can there be such a coincidence in the world, once is accidental, twice is inevitable." She did not believe it!
"It's up to you, believe it or not. It doesn't matter how things go." Mo Zhengyan said cleanly. He just said, "What's important is the result."
Song Qiyue laughed, "Ha, what you said is really the same as what my previous boss said."
"You have been in Wuzhou for three years, why didn't you learn the tenets of President Tang."
Tang Renxiu, the general manager of Wuzhou Group, the second youngest member of the Tang family, once said: People only want to know the final result, but they don't pay attention to the process. As long as you succeed, you are the winner. As for how to win, no one cares.
It’s not that Song Qiyue has never heard of this sentence, "It's really incisive, the result is really important, there is no result, the others are empty."
In a shopping mall, sometimes I can't help myself. Song Qiyue had already understood this.
"Since you know everything, why refuse." After going around, he went around again.
He forced her to answer, and Song Qiyue was also staring, "I said, if you have something in the future, don't bother Mo Zong. The last time was the last time!"
It was he who intervened time and time again, abruptly trying to interfere with her world!
"I also said that with your current background, it's difficult to stand up in Hong Kong." His eyes revealed a hint of sharpness, and he saw her through.
"I am still living in Hong Kong City, sitting in front of you." This is the best proof!
"How long can you live, and how good is it?" Mo Zhengyan's voice was light, but it was heavy to her, "Maybe it can last three months, until you have a taste of the closed door here, and you are willing to give up ."
"Who said that I will keep the door behind? Opportunities are always given to those who are willing to work hard. God has eyes long and you will definitely see it!" Song Qiyue asked with a smile, and she refused to admit defeat.
He said, "Have you heard the story of the farmer and the snake?"
It is a fable, and it can be said that no one knows it.
The farmer saw a hibernating snake in the cold winter and mistakenly thought it was frozen.
The kind farmer picked it up, carefully carried it into his arms, and warmed it with his warm body.
The snake was frightened and awakened.
When the snake completely awoke, because of the self-defense instinct, he bit the farmer with sharp fangs, causing him to suffer a fatal wound.
The farmer was poisoned and regretted it when he was about to die.
Why did he save the snake?
"All farmers don't want to save that snake anymore, even if the snake is not intentional, but just instinct." He said quietly, but it was like countless sharp arrows projecting onto Song Qiyue's body.
The snake may not mean harm to people, but it still harms the farmer.
The snake is instinctive, but what about her?
"Ha." Song Qiyue smiled, wondering whether he was laughing at the farmer's stupidity or the snake's stupidity. In the laughter, she curled her eyes, "This world is governed by the rule of law. I am a law-abiding citizen, so how come I become a criminal?"
"The principle of law is nothing more than human sentiment. The rule of law can restrain people, but morality is above the rule of law." He said softly, but the words were harsh, and she could hardly refute the refutation.
It seems to be unwilling, so he admits defeat, and it seems that he wants to make a living and prove that he can.
She was stern and arrogant, smiling fearlessly, and asked softly, "I'm not a murderer. Am I convicted of death like this?"
In the morning, the office is very quiet.
Only the pendulum was moving with the hour hand, and there was a slight clicking sound.
Behind Mo Zhengyan was a large floor-to-ceiling window. The glass was wiped clean and unusually clean. The blue sky and white clouds outside the window were even more transparent. The sunlight penetrated through, setting off his whole person, very hazy.
And the light in his eyes was warm and calm, projecting on her face, seeing her through.
"July, wrong is wrong," he said.
But it seemed that countless sharp arrows hit her, and even hit her heart.
Suddenly, she was battered.