"Mr. Han..."

"Okay, no need to say anything more." Han Weiwu waved his hand and interrupted Manager Gu, saying, "I personally think Song Shixian is no longer suitable to serve as a draftsman. Given that he has worked for the company for thirteen years, he has no credit and hard work, and based on the principle of humanistic care, the company will not dismiss him. Regarding Song Shixian's new position, I think I will go to the logistics department for a while first, and I will notify you when the headquarters has a new decision."

The logistics department is a job for chores, serving tea and water, cleaning and hygiene, delivering documents, arranging lunches, etc. Generally, some aunts are hired to do such superficial work, and they only have two or three thousand yuan in salary per month.

Let Song Shixian go to the logistics department for training. According to his grudges with Han Weiwu, he would not be allowed to be the minister. The most likely possibility is to throw him to the cleaning department to clean the toilet.

After Han Weiwu announced the resolution, he finally showed a proud smile: "Song Shixian, do you have anything else to say?"

"I have nothing to say." Song Shixian didn't look at Han Weiwu more, picked up a cigarette and lit it, and walked out of the conference room with his head raised. He was free and wild, waved his sleeves without taking away a cloud. This was a similar thing to his son Song Baojun.

The people behind him were obviously divided into two distinct factions, one was a young girl, who blinked her eyes and exclaimed: "Brother Song is always so handsome. If only he hadn't gotten married, it would be great. Save you, his son is about the same age as you."

Another faction is more mature and polite, and they all say, "Song Shixian, hey!"

Song Shixian is old-fashioned and old-fashioned, but his temper is also as hard as diamonds. He is soft but not hard. If anyone treats him better, he can take out his heart to you. If anyone stares at him, he will dare to hit someone.

If it weren't for this temperament, Song Shixian would not have not forgiven his good brother who had been born and died for more than 20 years, Du Yuanyong, commander-in-chief of the Central Navy Military Region.

Manager Gu looked at everyone's reaction, then looked at Song Shixian's back, and shouted: "Oh, Brother Song!" After a moment of pause, he chased after him.

The vice president shook his head and said, "This little Gu! Mr. Han, I will ask her to come back later to apologize to you."

Han Weiwu didn't have much ruthlessness. He was sure to win again. He sneered: "Haha, yes, she must realize her mistake."

Manager Gu chased him to the interior decoration department office on the fourth floor and said, "Brother Song, the drawing was called up by me last night, and someone else must be making trouble."

"I didn't say anything to you," Song Shixian had calmed down and said with a smile, "It's Han Weiwu, I have a deep hatred with him."

It turns out that Han Weiwu's current wife is Ms. Zhang Xueyuan, chairman of Poly Company.

Poly Company has assets of over 100 million yuan and is well-known in the financial investment industry. It has invested in seven companies and more than 30 projects and achieved outstanding results.

Former chairman Zhang Wenhua retired from illness in 2010 and handed over the company to his only daughter Zhang Xueyuan, who was 26 years old. The next year, Zhang Xueyuan married Zhou Mark, the famous gold king of the city and the 35-year-old president of Lianyuan Telecom.

The wedding scene at that time caused a sensation in the city. One hundred and twenty wedding BMWs almost occupied half the road. A 52-meter-long wedding dress was worn on the bride, and one hundred boys and girls carried across the city to show off. Three hundred banquets were invited to celebrities in the city. Even the Chazhou Daily reported it for three consecutive days.

The social discussion caused by this luxurious wedding has not subsided. Three months after the marriage, Zhou Mark died of a drunk driving accident. Zhang Xueyuan, who became a widow, immediately took over Lianyuan Telecom under the guidance of her father, and strongly integrated it with Poly to form a new whole.

To this day, Poly's market value has long exceeded 2 billion.

In her youthful life, Zhang Xueyuan was unwilling to be lonely and began to look for handsome men to accompany her to have fun. It is rumored that she had supported Liu Min, a handsome actor known for her sexiness in the Royal Film Company.

Liu Min was also under the scrutiny of the Entertainment and Culture Review Bureau of the Zhucai Committee, and no company dared to ask him to film. Liu Min, who lost his acting opportunities, lost all the charm on the screen and was abandoned by Zhang Xueyuan.

Finally, Zhang Xueyuan met Han Weiwu, the "true emperor" in her life at Xiangjing Bar. Once a woman in her thirties became involved, she fell in love with a sheep like a wolf, and she wanted to give herself all to Han Weiwu.

This woman is short, fat, stubborn, has a bad temper and a vulgar taste, but she can't stand the money she has. She first gave brand-name clothes and brand-name watches. She never stopped her pocket money from several thousand or thousands of dollars, and then gave him an Audi car to force him to divorce his first wife. Han Weiwu could not refuse and had already fallen.

The day after signing the divorce with Wu Xiufang, Han Weiwu immediately registered and obtained a marriage certificate with Zhang Xueyuan. The two are already married in the legal sense.

At this time, Han Weiwu's snake was not in a good mood to swallow a giant elephant. His ordinary luxurious life could not meet his requirements. He had a bigger idea and begged his wife to let him manage one of the companies.

According to his original words, "I am your husband. I should have a suitable title when I go to high-end places with you so that I can be worthy of your identity. If you are a celebrity in Chazhou, you cannot just say that the husband you are looking for is not good, right?"

Zhang Xueyuan was so fascinated that she was dizzy. She heard that her husband's ex-wife died of illness and had settled down, so she thought about how to arrange a position for him.

It happened that the general manager of Lige Decoration Company, a subsidiary of the company, changed jobs. The company has good operations, outstanding performance and stable conditions, making Han Weiwu, who has no management experience, gilded in the past.

So Han Weiwu airborne the Lige Decoration Company and picked up the company's employee list to look at it. At first glance, he found that Song Shixian's name was listed. He originally thought about the relationship between his ex-boyfriend and his brother-in-law and didn't want to make things difficult for you immediately, but who asked your son to press his head?

Song Shixian felt that if he really went to the logistics department to clean the company, the company would not have to stay. Seeing that he was depressed, Manager Gu drove him home. Song Shixian was grateful to Manager Gu for his long-standing treatment and invited her to stay for dinner. Manager Gu agreed immediately, regardless of whether the invitation was polite or sincere.

After hearing about the incident, Song Baojun took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, saying, "Dad, don't worry, I'll find someone to kill him a few days later."

Although Song Shixian was angry, he was still rational and hurriedly said: "No matter what, I don't allow you to ask for help from that old guy Du Yuanyong. Isn't this kind of small thing just a job? Where is it not work?"

Song Baojun took out a military lighter to light a cigarette for his father: "If you don't look for Lao Du, can I find my cousin? In short, Han Weiwu won't live for a few days."

"That's not OK. If it reaches the old boy's ears, where will your father put his face?" Song Shixian snorted and said, "It turns out that my Vietnam War commemorative lighter is in your hands, so no wonder I can't find it anywhere."

Manager Gu thought to himself that Brother Song’s son was so angry, and comforted him with a smile: “Brother Song, I have known many cooperative enterprises in recent years and many units need a good draftsman like you. If possible, I can help you contact us.”

Song Shixian knocked on the table and said, "Well, if you don't leave me here, you will have a place to leave me."

After a while, Wu Guifang went home with a bag in her hands. As soon as she entered the living room, she handed her son a wink, and the meaning was very obvious: "What happened to you and the female manager, right?"

Song Baojun nodded slightly, answering his mother's gaze.

After preparing supper, I called down the young lady of the Song family who was still angry and Han Ruoyi who was reading a book.

Eight dishes on the table, crab roe, lion head, crab roe, and crab roe in October are delicious, as well as fried pork chops with sesame oil, baked pigeons with red wine, rose tofu fish, flower-stuffed mushrooms, stir-fried loofahs with winter bamboo shoots, glutinous wolfberry soup, and stir-fried water spinach. The table was filled with a full table.

Even though Wu Guifang disagreed with the female manager's visit, she still refused to lose her manners and cooked all the good dishes.

During the meal, Song Shixian told his wife about Han Weiwu's transfer to the new general manager position. Wu Guifang was so angry that she couldn't afford to eat. She even said that good people would not be rewarded and that the turtle would live for a thousand years.

"What should I do if my dad loses his job?" Song Jingtong asked with his head down.

Wu Guifang was stunned and immediately felt worried.

She worked as an accountant in a nearby garment factory, and her salary was only 2,800 yuan, and her family life was supported by Song Shixian. Song Shixian often worked overtime and had a lot of salary. She could earn tens of thousands of dollars a month during her diligent season, and she also had a basic salary of 5,000 yuan. It would be no problem for the couple to support a family of four.

If the husband doesn't do this job, where can I find money to support my family? My son goes to college, his daughter goes to high school, and his niece will also find a school in a few days. They are all big families who spend money and don't work for a month without work.

The family fell into distressed silence.

Song Baojun said: "By the way, I don't have to make living expenses for me in the future. Now the school has given me two scholarships, which can cost several thousand yuan per month on average, which is more than enough for daily expenses."

"The school will give you a scholarship, or will it be a double payment?" The parents and Song Jingtong said in unison, not believing it. After all, the child's previous poor performance is obvious to all.

Song Baojun couldn't hide his complacent feeling in his tone: "Because of his excellent character and outstanding performance, the Chinese Department gave him a scholarship of 10,000 yuan at one time. The Conservatory of Music hired me as a guest student and also gave him 50,000 yuan. This was how the money was made in Xiangjing Hospital last time." After all, returning home in glory is a common sense, who did not want his family to know about it because he did not want his family to know about it?

Song Shixian frowned and said, "I heard that there are guest professors, but I haven't heard of guest students." Others will not feel that there is anything strange when they hear it. Only those who are truly knowledgeable can understand the awesomeness. If you cross from ancient Chinese to modern literature, you belong to the Chinese department at least, which is not too outrageous. But from crossing from Chinese to music, the difference between the two is huge, which is incredible.

Wu Guifang focused on the more focused aspect: "That's 60,000? Well, last time I went to Xiangjing, it seemed like you paid more than 10,000 yuan, and the remaining 50,000 was almost handed over. Mom will save it for you, and you will take it out to ask for a wife when you leave society. Anyway, you can't use much in college, and you don't feel at ease to collect so much money by yourself."

Song Jingtong's eyes lit up and then pouted her lips: "Brother! I want a small gift!"

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