Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

In the study, Qi Qing was fiddling with the hourglass and listening to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Miss, we can't find out much, but we can be sure of one thing: Lin Ning's imprisonment is indeed related to Young Master Song."

Suddenly letting go, the hourglass fell on the table and almost rolled under the table. The fact that this could not be found proved that the person behind it was most likely Song Zhiyu. What kind of relationship could make Song Zhiyu, who never meddles in other people's business, even willing to trouble Ji Shiping to deal with it? Qi Qing couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to figure it out. She only knew that Jiang Qie must not stay with Song Zhiyu.

"Miss, we still——"

"I won't investigate anymore." Qi Qing said. It was meaningless to spend more time on this matter. She had taken the wrong path in the Lin family. Just as Lin Ning said, she couldn't afford to offend Song Zhiyu of the Song family, and no one could afford to offend him. But Qi Qing didn't expect that the consequences would come so soon.

On the top floor of the Song Group in North City, Song Zhishu and his father were sitting on the sofa with their cell phones on speakerphone.

Song Zhishu smiled, he was no longer surprised that his younger brother often "did great things quietly", but he still wanted to know why he was allowed to intervene in Qi's project. "Stealing someone's love" was not Song Zhiyu's style.

"Although the relationship between our family and the Qi family is indeed average, you should at least tell us the reason. Tell us the truth and don't fool me. We heard that the eldest daughter of the Qi family followed you to Yuncheng."

Song Zhiyu was wearing headphones and busy with other things. His bony fingers were tapping quickly on the keyboard. He said in a flat tone, "Just like you said, he has already chased me all the way to Yuncheng. How can I not give him a big gift?"

Song Zhishu and Song's father looked at each other. It seemed that it was really because of Qi Qing that Song Zhiyu got so angry. They suddenly became curious about what Qi Qing had done.

Song Zhiyu continued, "Don't worry, I have evaluated this project. If the Song family takes over, it will definitely make money."

Song Zhishu said with some amusement: "You are going abroad soon. In the end, this project will still be handled by me and my dad."

Unexpectedly, Song's father took a sip of tea and said silently: "Don't involve me in your affairs." Ever since Song Zhishu took over and slowly began to take over the Song family, Song's father often found excuses not to go to work, saying that it was for the sake of training the children.

Song Zhishu was helpless: "Dad."

Song Zhiyu smiled softly. Although he was very busy, he would still do this project himself, just as a way to earn some pocket money.

"Don't worry, the project will start in April next year. There's still time for me to come back."

As soon as these words came out, the two people on the sofa sat up straight and looked at each other. You know, Song Zhiyu rarely interferes in the company's affairs, and even if he does, he only agrees after being begged and asked for permission. But this time, he actually took the initiative to ask for this project.

Of course, the happiest person is Song's father. After all, if Song Zhiyu is willing to manage some of the Song's affairs, he will be the biggest beneficiary. "Okay, you will be in charge of this project. Your brother and I will not interfere."

"Well, so the profits from this project are split 20-80, 20% for the company and 80% for me."

Song Zhishu finally understood what was going on, and this was what he was planning.

"You made several times more money from stocks in the past few years. Are you trying to save money for your wife in advance?"

Song Zhiyu twisted his uncomfortable neck, picked up the phone on the table, walked to the other side and poured himself a glass of water. He took a sip to moisten his dry lips and throat. He did not deny what Song Zhishu said: "And save some pocket money for the little girl."

"Pocket money?" Song Zhishu was about to ask more when the secretary knocked on the door.

"Boss, Mr. Qi is here."

Song Zhiyu naturally heard the voice on the other end of the phone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said caringly: "Then my elder brother and dad are busy first, I'll hang up first. By the way, dad, don't drink tea when you are talking about things. I have read your physical examination report last time. You have a bad stomach and poor sleep, so drink less tea. I also told mom that in the future, tea can only be drunk during the day or when entertaining guests. At other times, you can only drink plain water."

"this--"

"Dududu-"

Song's father was about to say something when the phone was hung up. If he had to say who he was most afraid of in this family, it would be his second son. Since he started studying medicine, he has been focusing on his minor illness every day, interfering in everything, but he couldn't refute it.

Song Zhishu liked to see his usually serious and dignified father being speechless. When he saw his father subconsciously picking up the teacup on the table to drink, he added faintly, "Dad, Secretary Zhou was personally selected by A Yu."

As he said this, he glanced at the secretary standing next to him, implying that he should drink less tea in the company in the future, because Song Zhiyu was watching him, and he would not help speak up if he was discovered.

The cup stopped at his lips. Father Song slowly looked at Secretary Zhou who was smiling. He immediately lost his temper and put the cup back on the table.

"Pour Mr. Song a glass of warm water, and ask Mr. Qi to wait in the conference room for a while. My father and I will be there soon."

The secretary said, “Okay.”

In the conference room, a middle-aged man was sitting on a chair with a serious face and a hint of anger. But when the door of the conference room opened and the father and son of the Song family walked in, the expression on the man's face changed again and again, and in the end only a forced smile was left.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song."

Although Song Zhishu didn't like this person very much, he still had to call him uncle according to seniority, so he politely called him "Uncle Qi".

Everyone knew the purpose of Qi Jian's visit to Song's company. It was simply because of the project that was snatched away by Song Zhiyu. In fact, that project was dispensable to Song's company, but it was quite important to Qi's company. After all, Qi's company was the third largest in medical equipment after Song's and Jiang's companies.

"Old Qi, let's not be polite and just say whatever you want to say." Song's father spoke first. He was about to pick up the cup at hand but then he realized that there was no tea in it so he had to take his hand back.

Qi Jian is also an old businessman. Since he is here, of course he will say whatever he wants.

"Old Song, you also know that Qi has been preparing for this project for a long time, and didn't you tell me before that you didn't plan to do it? Why are you suddenly doing it this time?" It was really hard to guard against. Of course, Qi Jian didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Song's father laughed loudly and said, "Old Qi, I said that the Song family will not take action on this project, but the situation this time is special."

"? Special?" Qi Jian's expression had become a little strange, but he still pulled the corner of his mouth and asked: "What happened? How is it special?"