The president's pet daughter

Wang Group.

Wang Qifu was looking at the loss report, his brows were almost wrinkled into Sichuan.

There was noise outside the door.

Wang Qifu was about to ask the secretary outside the door what happened when he saw Song Mingzhe push the door open and walk in.

When Wang Qifu saw Song Mingzhe, his eyes froze slightly.

He knew that Song Mingzhe would come to him sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Wang Qifu leaned on the back of the chair, with a casual tone.

"It's a rare visitor. I don't know why Mingzhe came to see me? Why don't you pour tea for Mr. Song?"

Wang Qifu looked at the secretary at the side, although he was polite, but his body didn't move.

This is blatant neglect.

Song Mingzhe thought of Wang Qifu's humble appearance in front of him and Song Jianguo before, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"No need, Mr. Wang doesn't want me to stay here to drink tea even if I want to come, and I didn't come here to drink tea."

Song Mingzhe sat on the sofa calmly, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, as if he looked down on Wang Qifu's behavior.

Wang Qifu's lips curled up, and he leaned forward, crossing his hands on the table.

"Mingzhe, after all, I am also your uncle. Isn't it a natural thing for you to call me that?"

"I never regarded you as my uncle. Before that, you were just a dog raised by the Song family."

Song Mingzhe looked at him coldly.

At that moment, Wang Qifu seemed to see Song Jianguo in Song Mingzhe.

These two father and son are exactly the same hate.

Wang Qifu chuckled secretly, and didn't mind what Song Mingzhe said.

Everything he has today was indeed given by the Song family. It is not wrong to say that he is a dog of the Song family.

But today is not the same as in the past, no matter how arrogant Song Mingzhe is in front of him, he has no choice but to be coerced by him.

"If Mr. Song says that, then I have nothing to say."

Wang Qifu shrugged and deliberately changed his address.

Now that everyone has torn their faces, there is no need for him to pretend anymore.

"Wang Qifu, stop playing around with me, you know what you have done."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips.

Chi Jiaxu has been surprisingly quiet these past few days, but the Wang family has kept making little moves.

So Song Mingzhe reasonably suspected that this matter was done by Wang Qifu and Wang Hanlin.

"If anything happens to them, you and your son will go to hell with me."

Song Mingzhe looked at him with heavy eyes, and the air pressure around him instantly dropped a little.

Wang Qifu laughed softly.

"Then try, is it your parents' fate, or my quick action."

A gleam of light flashed in Wang Qifu's eyes, which were full of calculations.

"Ming people don't speak dark words. Since Mr. Song is here, I will simply open the skylight and speak honestly."

"Mr. Song has cared a lot about my property during this period of time. I wonder if I can make up for it."

"Besides that, I need [-] million, and [-] million for two people, it's probably not a very exaggerated reason."

Wang Qifu leaned forward again, his eyes full of greed.

"There is also Xu Gen, Mr. Song will also send it to me."

He wants both money and people.

He wanted Song Mingzhe to make up for the shortfall during this period of time for him, and he also wanted to completely erase the events of that year.

So what if they knew?

At that time, there will be no physical evidence, so even if you want to sue him, it will be empty talk.

And during this period of time, he has quietly transferred part of his business abroad. As soon as the money arrives, he can immediately go abroad to change his appearance.

As for Wang Hanlin and Wang Xueqin, after all, half of the Song family's blood flowed on them. For Song Mei's sake, Song Jianguo would not make things too difficult for them.

Wang Qifu quickly worked out all his calculations in his heart.

This is a dangerous move, and it is also a desperate move, but as long as he goes right, he can only benefit.

He was betting, betting on Song Mingzhe's feelings for Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu.

Song Mingzhe frowned when he heard Wang Qifu speak loudly.

"You want too much."

Every condition of Wang Qifu is jumping on his minefield.

Wang Qifu disagreed.

"I deserve all these. I have worked so hard for the Song family for so many years. Shouldn't I be compensated for this?"

Wang Qifu smiled. The reason why he married Song Mei and abandoned his childhood sweetheart was for this huge benefit.

This amount sounds huge at first glance, but to the Song family, it is just a drop in the bucket.

With these things, he can spend the rest of his life with the one he loves.

"You choose this path yourself, no one forces you."

Song Mingzhe could hear strong resentment from Wang Qifu's tone, and couldn't help but sarcastically said.

Although he didn't like Song Mei as an aunt, he had eyes all these years.

As the young lady of the Song family, Song Mei is obedient to Wang Qifu, and occasionally asks Song Jianguo for money for Wang Qifu's noble head.

But in Wang Qifu's mouth, it became as if someone forced him.

"Mr. Song, who was born with a golden key in his mouth, how can he understand it? Anyway, I have already said this, so the choice depends on Mr. Song."

A coldness flashed across Wang Qifu's eyes.

"I know Mr. Song is very resourceful, but I want to advise Mr. Song not to act rashly. After all, I'm in a hurry. I don't mind being caught dead. Mr. Song doesn't want to turn his big day into a memorial day for his parents, right? ?”

"I only give you two days, two days, money and people must be given to me."

Wang Qifu sneered.

At this time, he has torn off the mask of hypocrisy and gentleness, and meanness and insidiousness are his true face.

Song Mingzhe knew that Wang Qifu's words were not just words.

He's a lunatic from start to finish, and he can really do these things.

"I still have things to do, so I won't leave Boss Song here to think about it, and Boss Song can take care of himself."

Wang Qifu didn't want to continue communicating with Song Mingzhe, so he decisively issued an order to evict the guest.

He understood that Song Mingzhe had no reason to refuse his request, unless Song Mingzhe really didn't care about Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu.

Song Mingzhe looked down, and could see that Wang Qifu's current state was already crazy.

Wang Qifu didn't want to communicate with him, and even refused to communicate with him, wanting to make things irreversible.

"Wang Qifu, do what you like."

Song Mingzhe looked at him coldly, as if looking at a living dead.

Wang Qifu inexplicably felt a chill, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no reason to turn around.

"It's better to leave, Mr. Song."

Wang Qifu raised the corner of his mouth, and met Song Mingzhe's eyes, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

So why not if Song Mingzhe is the proud son of heaven? ,

It's not about being stepped on by him yet.

Let alone [-] million, as long as he thinks, the future of the Song family will be in his hands.