In fact, the dialect is a reminder, reminding him that the company still has a major shareholder like him.

Although he doesn't usually take care of things, it doesn't mean that you can ignore his presence.

You can call the shots on small things, but big things are not something you can pinch if you want to, and you have to consider my feelings.

Now, because of the rapid growth of the company, many relationships are starting to complicate things.

The dialect doesn't want to be involved, but it doesn't make him ignorant.

Of course, he didn't want to destroy the tacit understanding that the two had formed with great difficulty because of such an incident.

A reminder is just a reminder, and he believes that Han Shenghao will understand.

Because he's a smart man.

Since Fang Yan said this, the scene was embarrassing for a while, and the two didn't talk for long, and Han Shenghao was sent out by Fang Yan.

Himself, after calling Yin Na to give advice, he picked up the salute and rushed to the airport.

……

Just as he rushed to the airport, Song Taek-ho, who had been kicked out of the company, also came to a branch building of CJ Group.

However, he walked into the company conference room and was stopped by an assistant.

"Young Master Song, why are you free to come?"

"I'm looking for my dad, is he in the conference room? I want to see him. Song Zehao was angry, and he didn't have a good face for this father's assistant.

He rushed in without looking at it.

However, he was fast, and so was the assistant's speed, and he stopped him again at once.

"What do you mean?" Song Zehao was immediately annoyed.

"Young Master Song, you can't go in now, you also know that Minister Song doesn't like people to disturb his business, not to mention, now the people sitting in this conference room are all high-level officials on business, and you don't want to cause trouble for you. The assistant didn't eat him, and reminded him a little.

This is CJ Group, although it is not the headquarters, but it is not the son of a rich family, although this is still the son of his own boss.

He still knows which is more important.

"Then when will my dad come out?" Song Zehao frowned, and finally didn't get angry on the spot.

He usually doesn't have a lot of brains, and he's very unscrupulous outside.

But this is a branch of the group, he doesn't dare to play any prestige here, many people here have much more status than him, one is not good, maybe he will cause trouble for his father.

"It's hard to say, it may take an hour, or maybe two or three to come out. The assistant looked at him with his hands behind his back, and asked with a little curiosity, "Young Master Song, are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry, will I come over?" Song Zehao immediately glared at him angrily.

After that, he didn't turn around very angrily.

He may be afraid of some of the people in this building, but he is not angry with this assistant who knows everything for a long time.

The haze on the assistant's face flashed suddenly, but he still hurried a few steps, showed a smile, and said, "Young Master Song, can you tell me about this?"

"Tell you, is it useful to tell an assistant of yours?" Song Zehao glanced at him with great disdain.

I had just taken a few steps, but I suddenly stopped, as if I had thought of something.

He turned around and said, "By the way, you've been behind my dad for so long, you should know some people, do you know a lot about FNC?"

"FNC Company?" the assistant frowned instinctively, and then asked, "Young Master Song, is it related to FNC Company?" I know a little bit about them, how can I ...... What did they do to offend you?"

It's not that he has any scruples about FNC, but that the name of this subsidiary has appeared too often during this time.

As an assistant to the senior management of the group's cultural department, his ears are almost cocooned.

How could he not be familiar.

"That's right! a little 'idol', a hateful boy who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth not long after his debut......" The hatred on Song Zehao's face flashed, turned his head to the assistant, and gritted his teeth with a little hatred: "Assistant Pei, since you know their company, that's right, you should know some people too, you hurry up and call them, I'm going to fire that kid, I want him to regret offending me Song Zehao, I want him to kneel and beg me to ......"

Song Zehao said, his face also became hideous, as if he had suffered some great shame in FNC Company.

Sure enough, it's this bullshit again.

After hearing this, Assistant Pei not only had a curious expression on his face, but also secretly complained in his heart.

What big things can happen to this useless rich kid, I really blame myself for being blind, looking for this brow, and I want to ask a little fun.

However, now that he opened his mouth after all, he can't just leave it at that.

Still out of coping, I asked.

"Oh, who is that? An artist in a small company would dare to offend you so much......"

"His name is Fang Yan, and he is the captain of their company's legendary group!"

"Dialect?" Assistant Pei pondered for a moment when he heard this, as if he was looking for the memory of the name in his mind.

The next moment, my eyes lit up.

He immediately looked at Song Zehao and asked curiously, "Young Master Song, are you speaking in a dialect? ”

"Don't ask, just let him get out of here today......" Song Zehao hurriedly shouted.

Just kidding, although he sometimes can't figure out the situation, he also knows that he can't say these words.

It's not about right or wrong, it's directly about his face.

If others had known, the son of his senior group had been kicked out of his office like a lost dog.

Then, his face in front of others is lost, and he still has to be a person.

"This ...... Young Master Song, there's no reason why it's not easy to do......" Assistant Pei was directly embarrassed.

In fact, it's not now, but just now when Song Zehao mentioned the name dialect, he began to be embarrassed.

"What's not easy to do, he's just an artist, a little idol, do you still need to ask for instructions? You've been with my dad for so long, can't you even do this little thing. Song Zehao said angrily directly: "Pei Jun, don't give me a reason, unless you don't want to do things for me." ”

I certainly don't want to do anything for you.

Pei Jun wanted to give himself a mouthful, but he really blamed himself for owing it, and caught up with this idiot young master.

Now, the trouble is at the head.

And, seriously, it's not easy.

"Young Master Song, I'm afraid it's not that I don't want to do it, but I really can't do it......" Pei Jun smiled bitterly directly.

"Can't do it?" Pei Jun, what about you playing with me! One of your big assistants actually said that he couldn't run a small 'idol', can you say it a little more outrageous?" Song Zehao was immediately angry, came directly to him, and sneered: "Assistant Pei, don't blame me for not reminding you, although you have been with me for more than ten years, but you have annoyed the master, I can let you get out at any time!"