In the chairman's office, Song Hongwei sat on the leather sofa with a spring breeze on his face, smoking Cuban cigars.

Song Ziyang sat next to him, smiling proudly.

"It's really a tiger father without a dog, Song Gongzi has made a lot of money with us, hahaha, Zhongheng can't do it now!"

"Yes, that young man Song Heng is still not good, compared to Young Master Ziyang, he is simply a waste!"

"Hahahaha! said that he was a waste and lifted him, he should be a scumbag. ”

The partners of Hongye Company gathered together, laughing and proud.

Song Ziyang smiled contemptuously and said coldly: "Don't compare me with such a person, he is only worthy of lifting my shoes." I'll get him on his knees here and apologize to my mom when I get back. ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Young Master Song is right! ”

"I heard that there are only a few people in Zhongheng Company now, I really laughed at me, this is still called a company? Hahaha! ”

Listening to everyone's praise, Song Hongwei was very satisfied.

He enjoyed the feeling of being held by others, especially when his son changed overnight, not only did he get better, but he also taught Song Heng a hard lesson.

The haze of being taught by Song Heng was finally swept away, and he was in a good mood!

"After we monopolized the raw materials, Zhongheng's factory was abandoned, why didn't we think of such a good idea before? It's still Young Master Song! ”

"Yes, although I lost money in the early stage, Zhong Heng couldn't stand it, hahaha, it was rumored that Song Heng was so mysterious and powerful, and the result was so vulnerable!"

The owner of a chemical plant said that he had made a lot of money this time.

"That's right, I heard that those merchants have already asked Zhongheng Factory for goods, and now he can't turn over at all."

Tang Manqing, who was sitting on the side, although his injuries had not yet healed, still said resentfully: "My son did a good job this time!" You're going to get him on his knees in front of me, and I'm going to stomp on his face like shit! ”

Song Ziyang said filial piety: "Mom, don't worry, I just want to destroy Song Heng step by step, and I will definitely let you out of this evil breath!" ”

"This is my mother's good son!"

Tang Manqing was relieved and proud, his son was countless times better than that!

At this time, Song Ziyang's secretary hurriedly ran in, ran to Song Ziyang's side, and panted: "Young Master Song! Event... Big things are wrong! ”

The warm atmosphere in the room was interrupted at once, and each of the bosses who came to visit looked at each other, not knowing what was happening.

Song Hongwei frowned, very dissatisfied with the secretary's recklessness.

Song Ziyang was just when he was being praised by others, and he was suddenly discouraged.

Seeing the suspicious eyes of the partners again, it is even more unpleasant!

He stared at the secretary gloomily and said, "Who told you to come in without knocking?" Give me a slap! ”

The female secretary was so frightened that her face turned white, and she hurriedly explained: "No, Young Master Song, something big really happened!" ”

Seeing that she still didn't give herself face in front of so many people, Song Ziyang came up angrily and slapped her hard!

"Smack!"

The female secretary was beaten so much that the corners of her mouth were bleeding and she fell to the ground.

The owner of the chemical plant was watching the excitement when he suddenly received a phone call, and his face changed dramatically.

"What the hell are you talking about? How is this possible? The manufacturers in the surrounding cities are monopolized by our chain, how can Zhongheng still be able to buy that kind of raw materials?! ”

His voice made everyone present stunned for a moment, and then looked at Song Ziyang in unison, which was very different from the flattery just now, and became full of suspicion.

Song Ziyang's face suddenly couldn't hold back, especially when the female secretary lying on the ground trembled and said, "That's what I'm going to say!" ”

"Get out of here!"

Song Ziyang kicked her in the face fiercely, knocking the female secretary unconscious, and her head hit the ground heavily, and a large pool of blood flowed out.

But now no one cares about her, but looks at Song Ziyang nervously.

After all, he took the lead in these things, and if something went wrong, he was naturally responsible.

"Tell me more about it, what the hell is going on?!"

Song Ziyang snatched the phone and asked coldly.

About five minutes later, Song Ziyang put down the phone with an ugly face.

"There is a manufacturer who doesn't know whether to live or die, it is estimated that he is from other places, and he dares to sell goods to Zhongheng, and he also promised that Zhongheng's payment can be settled next year!"

"What?! And why haven't we heard of this person? ”

"Where did it pop up?"

Everyone immediately began to talk about it, because they bought that kind of raw material at a high price before, which was a loss in itself, in order to force Zhongheng to death and carve up Zhongheng's industry.

Now if that raw material circulates again and saves the dying Zhongheng, they will be very passive!

After Song Ziyang experienced a magical change, his brain became very flexible.

I immediately thought of a solution, and after making a phone call, I became confident again.

"I know where they are trading, let's rush over and mess with their transactions now!"

After seeing Song Ziyang regain his self-confidence, the other bosses were a little relieved and praised Song Ziyang again.

This time, Song Ziyang glanced at everyone coldly and said contemptuously: "I am willing to cooperate with you, it is your honor to share the meat with you." ”

"The scene of doubting me like just now, I hope it will never happen next time, otherwise, hehe, if you offend me, Zhongheng will be the end!"

The people present are usually big bosses with heads and faces, and they were reprimanded like a son like this, and everyone's faces were not very good-looking, but for the sake of money, they could only flatteringly respond to Song Ziyang.

"Hehehe, Young Master Song is serious, it's our fault!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's our fault! ”

"We don't know Tarzan with our eyes, hahaha!"

After Song Ziyang was re-touted for a while, he felt a lot more comfortable, took these bosses, and set off directly to the trading place.

The transaction took place in an abandoned factory just outside the suburbs.

Song Heng sat on the chair and looked at the endless stream of goods moving in behind him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It took him a lot of words to stabilize the mentality of the factory employees, and now the employees are naturally full of enthusiasm when they see the source of goods.

"Brother Song is young and promising, you can let Boss Li personally ask me to deliver the goods, you are the first one for so many years."

A very elegant man in a suit smiled, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to block the smoke and dust of the factory, and seemed to be a bit clean.

Song Heng waved his hand modestly and said with a wry smile: "If I was really young and promising, how could I be in such a situation now, and I still have to rely on the help of others to get through the difficulties?" ”