Xue Tao doesn't really show his happiness until the day he marries Song Yunying.
Instead, Song Yunxuan looks at them with a smile under the stage with a sincere expression of blessing on her face.
Having been in business for many years, she seems to have turned every expression into a mask.
And the most commonly used mask is the smile on the face.
As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face.
Many people fall into the trap of a smiling face.
At the end of the wedding, Chu Mochen wants to send her home. She refuses: "Mr. Chu, I don't want to see you again."
"Then I will go to see Song Yan in person and ask him to marry his little daughter to me."
After that, he drives away without waiting for Song Yunxuan's refusal.
The flashy Porsche sports car sped away, leaving behind a trail of dust.
She is left angry on the side of the road.
This man seems to like to spoil her business.
She has no time to care about what he wants to do. On the second day of Song Yunying's wedding, she plans to ask for the money.
Unexpectedly, eighty million yuan is transferred into her account so fast that she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.
From this, it can be seen that the child Song Yunying is pregnant with is really not Xue Tao's.
Otherwise, she won't transfer the money so quickly.
She has already taken a fancy to a magazine that is about to close down. The magazine is called Zhao's Magazine, and their main magazines are all gossip information in the entertainment circle.
But it is clear that there are countless magazines in Yuncheng that know the entertainment circle information like the palm of their hand.
As a result, Zhao's Magazine enters a state of being unable to make ends meet.
She goes to the editorial department on Saturdays and Sundays. The editorial staff are waiting for the company to close down in a daze.
Therefore, when she enters the magazine as the little miss of the Song enterprise, the president bows and bends to greet her first.
When she is led into the office of the magazine president, she doesn't even touch the coffee in front of her. She comes straight to the point and says her purpose: "I plan to buy your magazine this time."
The president has long wanted to throw this unprofitable hot potato out, so his face is full of smiles: "Miss Song, are you going to buy it in the name of the Song enterprise?"
She curls up her lips, and a mature coldness that doesn't match her age flashes in her eyes. "President, you should know that if I meet you in the name of the Song enterprise, it won't be called acquisition, but merger."
The president never thought that this 18-year-old young lady would explain the meaning of each word to him. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"What do you mean, Miss Song?"
"I will buy your magazine in my own name. Just tell me the price."
The president fell into deep thought.
If he bought the magazine in the name of the Song enterprise, the Song enterprise wouldn't care even if the price was higher.
But if this young lady bought the magazine in her own name, it would be impossible to raise the price too much.
After all, individuals would always act according to their capabilities.
If the price offered by the magazine was too high and the magazine's profit prospects were not clear, the other party would definitely not accept it.
As such …
"Miss Song, can I think about it for a while?"
"I only give you three minutes."
Song Yunxuan sat in the chair opposite the president. Her eyelids drooped slightly and she began to look at her mobile phone to time.
As the saying goes, a long night brings many dreams.
If the other party couldn't make up his mind or was still thinking of other ways to make the best of both worlds, she paid attention to intimidating the other party to make the fastest and seemingly most favorable decision in a short period of time.
"President, you know that your magazine is about to go out of business. If I don't take it into my hands now, your employees are likely to find other jobs in the near future."
She didn't look up at the president, who was getting more and more restless, but analyzed the actual situation of the magazine for him.
"I heard that you have been in arrears with employees' wages for two months. If it goes on like this, people will not be united, and someone will resign first."
"Miss Song."
The president couldn't help interrupting her.
Song Yunxuan raised her eyelids, and there was still a kind and soft smile on her lips. "Well, have you thought about it now?"
"If Miss Song can run the magazine well, I am willing to transfer the magazine to Miss Song at a low price of ten million yuan."
"Will it be too much of a loss? After all, the magazine has a history of more than 20 years. It's not easy to become what it is now."
Zhao's Magazine didn't develop and expand because of the magazine at first. It started from the morning newspaper.
Later, there was Yuncheng Morning Newspaper. The competition between the two led to Zhao's having to transform into a magazine.
The magazine industry seemed to have the same procedure as the morning news, but in fact, the content was completely different.
The magazine was aimed at a single crowd.
And the content of the editor was mostly delicate and focused on quality.
For example, beauty, clothes, styling, and from time to time, some explosive gossip was interspersed to attract attention.
The veteran editors of Zhao's Magazine were stubborn and unwilling to discuss fashion with young editors, so the magazine of the magazine could not successfully attract the attention of young people.
Therefore, the magazine was getting worse year by year, and finally it became a difficult situation of going out of business.
The president knew the magazine's own situation very well. He just begged Song Yunxuan, "Please don't dismiss my employees."
"President, you can rest assured that I will not dismiss your employees after I take over. Moreover, I will help you make up for the two months' wages owed to the employees."
In this way, the employees would have a good impression of the new boss.
The employees had no opinion of the boss. It would be easier to get along with them in the future, and it would be easier to lead them.
Although the president of Zhao's Magazine couldn't give up the magazine, he nodded and agreed to give the magazine to Song Yunxuan under the satisfactory plan proposed by Song Yunxuan.
Before Song Yunxuan left, the president of Zhao's Magazine reached out to shake hands with her.
But thinking that she was the unmarried daughter of the Song family, maybe she was not used to the old man shaking hands with her, he was embarrassed to withdraw his hand.
Song Yunxuan smiled and reached out, "Mr. Song, it was a pleasure to meet you. I will come to sign the contract in person tomorrow."
She took the initiative to reach out, and she was natural and dignified. The smile on her face was natural and dignified.
The maturity and intellectuality in her eyes made her look more beautiful and dazzling.
The president of Zhao's Magazine was stunned for a moment, and then he carefully reached out to shake hands with her.
Song Yunxuan shook hands with his hand lightly, which was neither too light nor too heavy.
When she withdrew her hand, the confident sharpness in her eyes made her look more beautiful.
Before getting in the car, she faced the skyscraper office building of the Shao enterprise opposite and slightly restrained her smile.
The quiet eyes in her eyes reflected the building, as if there were ripples stirred by a whirlpool, which deeply pulled the building into the dark and hazy eyes.
The Shao enterprise.
The industry that I personally controlled and expanded is now controlled by a treacherous man who reaped without sowing.
Just you wait. Soon, I will take everything back, everything, all of it.
No one can take away what belongs to me, Gu Changge.
Even if that person used to be the closest person to me.
The sharpness in the bottom of her eyes reflected all this. After a hurried departure, it was the full acquisition 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 staff, it began to recruit new editors under her instruction.
She had nothing to do, so she went to the recruitment department of the editorial office in person to meet the interviewer.
A woman with neatly combed short hair, wearing a dark purple three-quarter sleeve woolen sweater jacket, entered her sight.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw her white oval face and dark pupils. She smiled gently and said, "Please sit down."
The woman sat down. She did not wear a professional black and white suit like other applicants. Instead, she wore a simple three-quarter sleeve coat and a pair of slim pants. A pair of flat casual shoes showed her casual and unruly.
She suddenly felt that this young girl was somewhat similar to her when she was young.
"What's your name?"
Even if her name was on the resume, she still asked her before opening the details.
"Shao Xue."
"Your surname is Shao?"
Song Yunxuan was slightly surprised. She was very sensitive to the word "Shao" now.
As long as there was this word, she would pay more attention to it.
The woman nodded. Her face was clean and her facial features were beautiful. There was alienation and coldness between her eyebrows that made people stay away from her.
She did not open the resume to carry out the routine inquiry.
Instead, she put the resume under her hand, put her hands together, straightened her back, and asked her kindly, "Don't you think your dress is a little inappropriate for the interview to be an editor of the magazine today?"
"I'm here to apply for the position of 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 were paparazzi dispatched abroad.
And they had to go out in the face of wind and rain.
Generally, college graduates would not volunteer to apply for this position.
This position was hard. If they went out frequently, their delicate skin would be tanned.
This did not include accidents that would happen when they went out.
"Do you usually wear sneakers to work?"
"I think it's not suitable for data collection editors to wear high-heeled shoes when they go out often."
Song Yunxuan felt that this girl was very interesting.
It should be known that few girls in their twenties could give up high-heeled shoes and miniskirts. But this girl not only did not keep long hair, but also did not wear high-heeled shoes and miniskirts.
Looking at her thin makeup, it could be seen that this girl was a very practical girl.
Such a girl might not be able to be a fashion editor of the magazine, but she believed that she had a persistence and drive that others could not match in her heart.
"I have written down your contact information. You go back and wait for my notice."
Shao Xue stood up, bowed politely, said thank you, and left.
An old editor next to her, acting as an interviewer, was about to throw Shao Xue's profile directly into the trash can.
But Song Yunxuan held her wrist with one hand and reminded her, "This girl can be used."
The old editor in her thirties looked sideways at her, and her deep eyes met.
A strong chill was silently reflected from the bottom of her eyes.
The editor was stunned and put the resume back on the table awkwardly.
Song Yunxuan did not want to continue to act as an interviewer here, so she got up and left. An old staff followed her out, "Miss Song, don't you continue to see the interview of new staff?"
"No, I have something to do at home. I must go back at this time."
She didn't know what the seriously ill old man was going to order.
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