The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1113 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (57)

Mr. Song's son lost this matter, and finally made a big fuss.

Because Mr. Song himself came to the scene in person.

The huge VIP reception room was completely silent.

The main person in charge of the venue and the investment boss, a series of seven or eight responsible people rushed over.

Some rushed over from the meeting site, some rushed over from their wives, and some rushed over in a hurry with a coat and shorts on while they were taking a shower.

Several bosses sat in front of Song Naichao, cowering like a grandson, apologizing sincerely, almost kneeling down and begging for mercy.

The person in charge stood aside, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, hung his head to his chest, and said nothing.

Everyone's attention was on Mr. Song, who was sitting at the top. Although he hadn't said anything until now, the person responsible for the whole activity had already come over and confessed his guilt.

At this time, Jiang Tang was sitting beside Song Naichao, sighing helplessly.

"You have no responsibility, and the child has been found and sent home, so you don't have to be nervous."

Jiang Tang lied that the child had already been sent back by his assistant, but the few in front of him still felt that they had sinned deeply, and their faces were full of sincerity.

"Mr. Song almost got lost with us. The responsibility is still on us. We must make amends for scaring the child."

Song Naichao's face was calm, and he didn't have any self-consciousness as a party involved. He just nodded coldly, and then waved. The secretary standing behind stepped forward and handed the documents in his hands to the bosses in the room.

"Our boss doesn't need compensation, sign here, everyone donate some money to the Song Charity Foundation, and help those lost children."

donate money?

"Okay, okay, donate what you want."

In this way, each of the three bosses donated 5 yuan. They feel at ease, and they can do some good things by the way, killing two birds with one stone.

On the way back, Jiang Tang leaned against the car window and asked.

"You founded the charitable foundation?"

"Well, it has been established for almost 40 years."

Song’s is a century-old enterprise. Judging from the time of establishment, the company was established 300 years ago. It was originally named Ankang Weaving Workshop. Later, it expanded its transportation business and changed its name to Song’s 300 years ago.

Therefore, such a large multinational company was created by Song Naichao.

The main shareholding change over the years is also his different alias.

After living for so many years, it is really not easy to still have such a straightforward and childish mentality.

"I heard from the secretary that you donate hundreds of millions of dollars every year and have adopted more than 7000 children."

"Well, are you curious that I am actually a great philanthropist?"

Jiang Tang nodded, no matter how he looked at it, Song Naichao was not such a kind-hearted person.

The man laughed.

"It's him. On the road, I met homeless children grabbing food. Some of the frail ones were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Some died on the street and no one cared about them. So when I took control of this body , the foundation was established. It was troublesome at the time, so I let him do it later. Anyway, I don’t need to use my brain, which means spending more money, but it is also because of this foundation that our Song’s business is getting better and better. Well, I think it is profitable, so I will continue to do it."

Jiang Tang nodded and watched the car drive slowly towards the countryside.

"So the girl who has been trying to take you away, was you adopted, or is it your relative?"

Song Naichao realized who the girl Jiang Tang was talking about, and his brows and eyes turned cold.

"Well, the Italian orphan, she performed very well, so she was recruited into the company."

(End of this chapter)