Chapter 120 Romance: The Cold and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (4)
Romance Variety: The Cool and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (Part 4)
Lance saw this comment.
He deleted all the photos he could as quickly as possible.
This includes his portrait.
After deleting all of this, he felt a little headache and held his forehead with a speechless look on his face.
When he originally set up the puppet, the focus was on making it inconspicuous and staying with Song Ning as much as possible.
But the two are not without conflict.
In the event of a conflict, he set accompanying Song Ning as the top priority.
This led to him choosing to release a large number of his own photos in the past month in order to accompany Song Ning, which attracted the program team to invite him as a guest.
The method is useful, but it is also a headache.
He must have looked really stupid when he asked Song Ning to be his WeChat friend with that stupid smile on his face, right?
And that avatar...
Lance slowly grabbed the edge of his clothes and covered his face.
I hope he won’t make too bad of a first impression on the little prince.
"Mr. Song, I heard that you're back on the show? What about that thing you talked about before..."
Song Ning quickly hid the card in his hand under the document, speaking in a natural tone.
"I've already told you about that before. Our company has always been honest in doing business and doesn't do those fake things, so don't mention it again, Uncle Jin."
His tone was cold and indifferent, but if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to see that he clearly has a bit of respect for his elders.
But Jin Sheng obviously didn't notice this.
As soon as he heard Song Ning's refusal, he immediately became anxious.
"Xiao Song, I'm not blaming you for this. I've told you so many times that everyone does things this way now. If you don't do this, how can our company compare with others?"
As he spoke, he moved closer to Song Ning's desk. Seeing this, Song Ning subconsciously leaned back, and a drop of cold sweat suddenly slid down his forehead.
"Tell me why you don't agree. This is such a great opportunity to make money. As long as you agree, our company will be able to get such a big order immediately. By then, our company will have a good reputation, make money, and not have much to do. What's wrong with this?"
Jinsheng is aggressive.
Song Ning pursed her lips and grabbed the water cup on the table to hide her mood, but her tone remained cold and calm.
"But Uncle Jin, we didn't reach a cooperation agreement with the other party in the first place. What if the other party uses the contract to ask us to provide corresponding goods after the contract is signed?"
"And even if they sign the contract, they don't want our company's products, which will do no good to our reputation."
He really couldn't understand why Uncle Jin, after thirty years of working in society, still didn't understand such a simple truth?
The so-called cooperation proposed by Mr. Lin does not bring any benefit to the company.
Unlike when his father and Uncle Jin started their business, most businessmen now value honesty and trust.
Today's shopping malls are as unpredictable and changeable as battlefields. He has been cautious and careful step by step to support the company until today. Every time he takes a step, he has to confirm again and again whether he has taken the wrong step. Why can't Uncle Jin understand?
Although the Yin-Yang contract proposed by General Manager Lin would require the payment of a considerable commission, the entire contract was clearly a collaboration between their company and General Manager Lin's company, and the quantity and price of the goods were clearly stated.
If someone wanted to make a fuss about this, it would be very easy.
The more Song Ning thought about it, the more headache he felt. He took a deep breath and tried to persuade the other party.
After all, Uncle Jin is not young anymore, so he should take care of his health and not get any problems from anger.
"Uncle Jin, this is really not possible. How about this? You've been working hard during this period. Otherwise, I'll grant you a paid vacation. You can take your wife and children out to get some fresh air."
"Breathe a little, breathe a little. Why should I breathe a little when the cooked duck flies away right at my mouth?"
Jin Sheng did not appreciate it. He became even more furious when he heard Song Ning talk about approving leave.
It was clearly a company that he and Song Ning's father had worked hard to build. Why did it end up being a one-man show for the Song family?
He has been in the company for thirty years. Is it possible that his vision is not as good as Song Ning's?
If he hadn't had the money to take over the company, how could such a young boy have the turn to ride on his head today?
Jin Sheng thought about it and pushed the table hard.
"You are exactly like your dead cowardly father. You are afraid of everything. If your father hadn't been afraid of this and that, would your short-lived mother have gotten into trouble? I think it's only a matter of time before you become like your father and harm everyone around you!"
The desk was a new lightweight lift-up table that was replaced this year. It was not too heavy. When Jin Sheng pushed it, Song Ning was caught off guard and was pressed down by the table.
Jin Sheng left the office with a furious look, so no employee dared to come in at that time.
Song Ning struggled on the ground for a long time before he moved the table away with great difficulty.
He was just about to lift the table when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.
"Well."
Song Ning held onto the corner of the table, his face turning pale, his hands subconsciously resting on his lower back.
Could it be that when he fell down, he got stuck on the chair leg and injured his waist?
He took a deep breath for a long time before he managed to half-bend over and touch the phone that had fallen on the ground and called his assistant in.
The assistant was horrified, "Boss Song, what happened to you?"
Song Ning pushed away his hand that was about to help him up, "Ask the driver to come up and help me down, and you go and chase them away so that no one can see me."
The assistant looked at him with an embarrassed expression, "But just now, President Jin made a big noise in your office, and there are quite a few people gathered outside, and many are waiting for you to see the documents and sign them."
He wanted to kick them out, but those supervisors were of higher status than him, so what he said might not be effective.
Song Ning bit her lip, "... then help me to the side first, and go buy me some medicine to apply."
He should be able to get through it if he holds on.
The assistant had just agreed and turned to leave when someone suddenly knocked on the door very politely.
"Excuse me, I'm here to look for my brother, Brother Song, is he here?"
Who is so bold as to call them Mr. Song or Brother Song?
The assistant looked towards the door with a look of as if he had seen a ghost, and then saw a tall and strong young man rushing in and nervously helping their President Song up.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Lance was so frightened when he saw this that he broke out in a cold sweat. He remembered that Song Ning and Jin Sheng had just had a little unpleasantness, so why did it seem like something had happened to Song Ning now?
How dare Jin Sheng, that traitor, lay hands on his little prince?
His outstretched hand was caught in mid-air. Song Ning's seemingly cold expression concealed a confused look.
"It's you, why are you here?"
Hadn't he been left behind again?