Super Golden Eye

Fang Yang saw an unread letter on his mobile phone: "Thanks for your hard work, I will take a big vacation for you as well."

Hearing this, Cao Miaoyu rolled his eyes straight: "Cut~~Fuck! Then flick! Can I still believe you? It's a blessing if I don't treat me like a cow or a horse, so I dare to extrapolate it?"

Fang Yang also knew that he was wrong, and said with a smile: "Hey, needless to say, there will be soon, I need to look at the information, and I will talk about it next time."

Fang Yang hung up the phone hurriedly after speaking, for fear that he would be overwhelmed if he continued speaking. Click on the email from Cao Miaoyu. The first thing that catches the eye is a photo of a beautiful woman.

According to the information, Song Mengting, female, 23 years old. Ph.D. from Cambridge School of Finance, who just graduated this year, took over Song Xinru, the father of a sudden heart attack, as the president of the Asia-Pacific region.

"Oh? I didn't expect that the president of the Asia-Pacific region of the Song Group was such a young beauty?! Sure enough, there are people in the DPRK who can do things well!"

It is hard to imagine how a recent college student, if not a second-generation, would be able to become the regional president of a large international company.

Fang Yang was sitting in the living room looking at the information. Chu Bingqing just came back from the outside and said hello when he saw Fang Yang sitting there:

"Why are you sitting here alone? Aunt Zhang's illness is okay?"

Fang Yang did not look up: "Well, Aunt Zhang's illness is not in danger. I just received an invitation. The president of the Asia Pacific region of the Song Group will have an informal meeting with me tomorrow, and is considering whether to agree to it."

"Song Group? It's okay to see it, there will always be time for cooperation in the future." Obviously Chu Bingqing didn't think so much, but thought it was Song Zude who was going to meet Fang Yang.

"Song Zude is not the imperial capital. He is not in the Song family group. I am talking about this person. Take a look." Fang Yang said, handing over the information in his hand.

"Will such a young girl be the president of the Asia-Pacific region of the Song Group?!" Obviously, Chu Bingqing's reaction was similar to Fang Yang's.

Fang Yang said: "Yes, so I don't know what this meeting will be like. Is she on a whim, or is she really ulterior, and there is no way to figure it out."

Chu Bingqing didn't answer immediately, but carefully looked at the information in his hand, for a long time, then gave his own opinion:

"This girl is not simple. Song Xinru, the original president of the Asia-Pacific region, has one son and two daughters. She is the youngest.

Being able to win the competition between a brother and a sister, and being recognized by the other elders of the Song family, is enough to show that she definitely has the strength and connections!

The more such a traditional family business, the stricter the requirements for successors will be. You must not be deceived by her age.

If I'm not mistaken, Song Mengting, perhaps very early, started helping Song Xinru with his business, otherwise it would not be possible to take over smoothly. "

Fang Yang looked at Chu Bingqing: "You mean let me go and see?"

Chu Bingqing said, "Why not go? Anyway, it's just an unofficial private meeting, and it won't have much impact.

Moreover, the current situation of the Song Group overseas is not good, and it is being suppressed everywhere. Coupled with the rapid development of the domestic economy and the vast market, they definitely intend to come back.

Whether it is a partner or a competitor in the future, it is a good thing for us to know more about it. "

Fang Yang still attaches great importance to Chu Bingqing’s opinions. After thinking about it carefully, there is indeed some truth:

"Okay, just listen to you. I'll call Song Zude and go to him for a dinner tomorrow! Aside from the rest, at least a big meal is indispensable!"

Chu Bingqing looked at Fang Yang speechlessly: "As for what you said is so pitiful? If you let outsiders listen to it, you think you, the chairman of the Tang Yangming Group, can't even eat a full meal. Isn't it embarrassing? "

After a brief discussion, the two stopped talking, got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch for everyone. Of course, the stupid one still has to be ordered as a takeaway.

After eating, Fang Yang called Song Zude back and told him to be on time for the appointment. It was obvious that Song Zude felt relieved.

After the day turned, Fang Yang was eating breakfast and received a call from Song Zude again. Fang Yang hates being disturbed while eating. Even though he feels upset, he still picks it up:

"Mr. Song, I'm having breakfast, can't I wait for a while to talk about something? It seems a bit early now?"

Song Zude on the other end of the phone apologized again and again: "Brother Fang, I also know that it is a bit early. But the president has already got off the plane and called here specifically and wants to have breakfast with you."

Fang Yang put down the chopsticks and said slowly: "Mr. Song, is your president my relative?"

Song Zude was stunned: "Should not be?"

Fang Yang continued: "Then am I a subordinate of your Song Group?"

Song Zude said: "Brother Fang is joking again. I am afraid that in China, no one would say that Yangming Group is his subordinate, right?"

Fang Yang said: "Since we are not relatives, and she is not my boss, there is no interest exchange between us for the time being, so why should I listen to her?

When I said this, I didn't mean to underestimate the Song Group, but please remember that this is in China! All the rules must follow here.

Please tell your president for kindness. But I have no habit of eating meals with strangers. At ten o'clock, I will visit the house. So be it. "

After speaking, Fang Yang hung up the phone and continued his breakfast.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Song Zude showed a wry smile: "I am the one who provokes someone. I can't provoke it on both sides, and I'm caught in the middle as a punch."

Complaining and complaining, Song Zude dare not really say this in front of the two of them. After being obedient in the airport lobby for a few minutes, I saw a group of people walking out of the passage.

Surrounded in the center is a young woman wearing a superb leather outfit, with wide black-rimmed eyes, which covers half of her face. It is Song Mengting, the new president of Song Group Asia Pacific.

Song Zude hurriedly greeted him: "President, the car is ready."

Song Mengting nodded, and after the group got into the car, they took off the glasses and said to Song Zude with a beautiful face:

"Uncle De, I asked you to help me eat with Fang Yang from Yangming Group. What did he reply to?"

Song Zude replied flatteredly: "President, you still call my full name, Uncle De can't afford it.

I have called Fang Yang, but he may have something on his hands and cannot get out for the time being. But still said that around ten o'clock, he will visit. "

Song Mengting didn't say much, "It's okay. After all, the note we put forward was too hasty. It is inevitable that there will be conflicts in time. Let's go back and talk about it.

Knowing that Uncle De's health is not good, my father asked me to bring you two Korean ginseng when he came, which is a little bit of heart. "

Song Zude repeatedly thanked him: "It's too polite to dare to be it." He has also heard of Song Group's unsatisfactory business overseas.

Song Mengting looked at the retrogressive scenery outside, her eyes flashed in a trance: "Hey, if our Song family can really work together, I am afraid that the strength will be stronger, and it will not be frustrated again and again."