in2ebook Chapter 299: Cheng Yang's Wedding, a Disgusting Day
Chapter 299: Cheng Yang's Wedding, a Disgusting Day
The end and beginning of each year are the busiest times for large groups.
The Song Foundation has endless meetings at the end of the year.
As the chief manager of the think tank, Ouyang Qing has been extremely busy these days.
Just then, Song Jingcheng received a call from Manager Ou early in the morning.
"My Mr. Song, Boss Song, you have recovered from your illness, and you have a wife and children. Isn't it time for you to work and accumulate more wealth for our future prince and princess? And build a larger kingdom?"
When he received the call, Song Jingcheng was still curled up next to Shen He, the two of them squeezed on a hospital bed.
Ouyang Qing had already arrived at the company and was drinking the hot American coffee prepared by his assistant.
That stuff is more bitter than Chinese medicine.
But he has been relying on this stuff to survive recently and he can't live without it.
Song Jingcheng felt guilty.
He groaned and was about to find an excuse to decline when Ouyang Qing burst out, "Annual summary meeting! The presidents of various countries and companies will be present, and they are looking forward to seeing President Song alive, healthy, and energetic!"
"You're really not coming?"
Ouyang Qing threatened Song Jingcheng: "Mr. Song, if you don't come today, I will take all the participants to Song Garden. Anyway, Song Garden also has a conference hall. After the meeting, we can set up a few tables in Song Garden..."
Song Jingcheng accepted his fate and said, "Wait for me at the company."
"By the way." Ouyang Qing mentioned: "The Administration Department has reserved the Qing City Stadium this year. We will hold an annual meeting in the stadium on New Year's Eve, and have invited many celebrities to help out."
"I forgot to tell you."
Ouyang Qing said, "I heard that Mr. Song has had a lot of good news recently, so the administration department has arranged a program for you, hoping that everyone can share in your good fortune."
Song Jingcheng: "..."
what?
"Has anyone informed me about this?" As the person involved, how could he not know?
"Didn't you let me handle all the company affairs? I think the proposal of the administration department is good, and I have already signed the annual meeting planning document."
Song Jingcheng took a breath.
“What do I perform?”
What can he perform?
"Yes, what are you going to perform?" Ouyang Qing asked sarcastically.
"Tomorrow night is the New Year's Eve party. Mr. Song, please take some time to tell the administration department about your performance before the end of get off work today."
"Oh, right." Ouyang Qing added, "My wife is pregnant, and it's New Year's Day. Should we give our employees some big benefits?"
This time Song Jingcheng had no objection, "Well, let's distribute 200 red envelopes to all employees of the Song Corporation."
The Song Group has more than 300,000 employees, which is no small number.
"By the way, don't tell anyone that your wife is pregnant." A tall tree attracts the wind, so it's better to keep Shen He's pregnancy low-key.
Ouyang Qing certainly understood this principle, and he said, "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Song Jingcheng exuded an air of resistance to going to work.
Shen He was also woken up. Seeing that Song Jingcheng's handsome face was tense and he seemed to be in a bad mood, she asked, "What are you upset about?"
"As the chairman and president of the Song Consortium, there are hundreds of thousands of mouths in the Song family and the group waiting for you to feed them, and you still want to be lazy?"
"Accept your fate, Mr. Song. You should work until you grow old and die."
Song Jingcheng became even more discouraged.
"That's not what annoys me. The administration department actually arranged a program for me at the annual meeting tomorrow night."
Shen He was stunned, "You want to perform on stage?"
Song Jingcheng pulled a long bitter face and said, "I can't sing or dance. Although I can make a living with my looks, I can't go on stage and sell my face."
Shen He was almost embarrassed to death by Song Jingcheng.
"You need some face."
"Why are you panicking?" Shen He said, "You can go on stage and perform some calligraphy, and take the opportunity to reveal your identity as 'Night Walker'."
Song Jingcheng's eyes lit up, "Your suggestion is good."
Shen He had a better idea, "How about this? I'll have the media company broadcast a live show for you tomorrow night."
"When the time comes, I'll let Ye Ni stand by your side and act as the host, and conduct an online public auction for your works through live broadcast!"
"The money raised from our auction and the net income from the live broadcast will be donated to the charity fund. This way, we can win good fortune for the Song Foundation and also promote Ye Ni's popularity."
Shen He patted her belly gently and said, "Just think of this as the first gift for our child."
Song Jingcheng gave Shen He a thumbs up and said, "Miao Miao, why don't you just change your career and become a planner."
The matter was settled like that.
The annual meeting of the Song Family Foundation has always been grand.
Song Jingcheng is the mainstay of the Song Group, and his health has always been a concern of the outside world.
In recent years, whenever news spread that the chairman of the Song Group was critically ill, the stock market would plummet.
This year, Song Jingcheng's strange disease was finally cured. Stock investors and business people from all over the world are looking forward to seeing whether he has really recovered his health.
The manager of the administrative department deliberately arranged a performance for Song Jingcheng, the purpose of which was to convey a message to the outside world -
Song Jingcheng's illness was cured.
The Song Group’s pillar of support will remain standing!
Song Jingcheng also understood the administrative manager's thoughts, so he naturally wouldn't blame them for being ignorant.
After arriving at the Song Group headquarters, Song Jingcheng asked his secretary to call Gu Chenfeng, the general manager of the administrative department, to his office.
The two of them chatted behind closed doors for twenty minutes.
When leaving, Gu Chenfeng's feet were full of joy, and he looked so proud.
Not long after Gu Chenfeng left, the head of the Propaganda Department was also called over. When he left, he was also smiling.
After all the people left, Ouyang Qingcai walked into Song Jingcheng's office with a cup of coffee and asked him, "What are you going to perform, Mr. Song? Singing or dancing?"
"I have prepared the cheerleading team, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women. They will definitely stand behind Mr. Song and cheer you on."
Song Jingcheng snorted, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I plan to perform calligraphy."
"Tch, it's boring."
"Oh, right." Ouyang Qing put his hands on the desk. He leaned over the wide desktop, stared at Song Jingcheng who was sitting in the boss chair, and asked him: "Have you heard about the Cheng family incident?"
"Ok?"
Song Jingcheng asked, "What's the matter?"
"Cheng Yang is going to marry the daughter of the Ou family."
Song Jingcheng narrowed his eyes, "Is this a secret?"
Of course he knew.
"Then do you know when their wedding is scheduled?"
Song Jingcheng really didn't know and wasn't interested. "Is it important?"
"It's not important, but their wedding date is set for 7 days later, which is January 1th." As soon as Ouyang Qing finished speaking, he saw Song Jingcheng's handsome face darken.
Ouyang Qing clicked his tongue twice, "Yes, it was two days before you and Shen He."
"The Cheng family is clearly trying to disgust people on purpose."
The wedding date of Shen He and Song Jingcheng was set two or three months ago, and a thousand invitations were sent out.
Of course the Cheng family also has one.
The Cheng family knew that Song Jingcheng and Shen He's wedding was on January 1th, but they still set the wedding date for Cheng Yang and Ou Yalan on January 8th.
This is really disgusting.