Chapter 787 - 787 773 Does what I say count (1) _1

Chapter 787: 773, Does what I say count? (1) _1 Chapter 787: 773, Does what I say count? (1) _1 She took a seat next to Song Yi, and the meeting officially began.

“Chairman, I wonder what your plan is to handle the crisis facing the company?” asked a middle-aged man seated to the right of Song Yi, taking the initiative.

As the first director spoke up, the others quickly followed suit.

“If we do not come up with a strategy to handle this crisis soon, given the continuous drop in the group’s stock, the group’s only end result could be bankruptcy.”

“Isn’t that just throwing away the money we directors invested?”

“Chairman, we urge you to make a decision soon.”

The directors each gave their two cents, driving home their point with increasing force.

Song Yi placed his hands on the table, his fingers tightly interlocked, and his tense face was a sight of embarrassment.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please hear me out.”

Song Xirou suddenly stood up, her usually lightly made-up face unusually serious, “I know that the group crisis has caused each of you to worry about your personal interests; the Song family are in the same position as all of you. But since the group is currently facing a crisis, we should unite and work together help the group get through this crisis and protect everyone’s interests.”

“Then according to General Manager Song, what should we do now? Most of the group’s important partners are requesting withdrawal. Once they pull out, the group won’t last a few days before going bankrupt.” A director sternly questioned.

“Do you have any strategy then?”

As the words fell, all directors’ eyes turned to her.

Song Xirou swept the room with her gaze, saw the jeering and skepticism in everyone’s eyes, and rage surged to her head.

She took a deep breath, lowered her ego, “I have already contacted several group chairmen, please allow me more time, I assure you that I won’t let them withdraw.”

“We give you time, but who gives the group time? If Chairman Song can’t provide a solution today, I think it’s better to have someone else as Chairman.” A middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses declared.

Before the words fell, Song Yi’s face turned white.

He slammed the table in anger, “Director Zheng, what do you mean by that?”

Song Xirou’s face showed a degree of anger as she looked at Director Zheng with hostility.

“Director Zheng, my father holds the most shares in the group, and moreover the Song Group was built up by my father from scratch, don’t you think what you are implying is excessive?”

“Excessive?” Director Zheng sneered, sweeping his eyes across the other members present, “Why don’t we let the other members have their say?”

As the words fell, the other members all looked agitated.

“Although the Song Group was indeed built by Chairman Song, but we directors have also contributed much. If there are no merits, there’s hard work involved.” Another director took over where Director Zheng left off.

“Now the group is in crisis, and Chairman Song can’t solve it, it’s natural to vacate the Chairman’s position and let someone more capable handle it.”

Song Yi looked left and right, none of the directors were on his side, his face was a mix of green and purple, terribly unsightly.

“You, you all…”

These ungrateful people, he had misread them.

“No way, this is our Song Group, no one can take my father’s position, the group is named ‘Song’, and only my father, Song Yi, can be the chairman.” Song Xirou’s hands trembled on the table, and the green vein on her forehead throbbed visibly.

“Miss Song, if your Song family have a solution at the moment, we wouldn’t be fussing like this. We are only doing this reluctantly, and also for the development of the group.” Director Zheng said calmly.

“What do you all think, members?”

The other directors looked at each other and nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Song Yi and Song Xirou’s went sombre. They were caught off-guard by Director Zheng’s move and didn’t expect the other directors to betray them.

Director Zheng glanced at his watch, a hint of cunning in his eyes, “Well, let’s decide by vote.”

“We support Director Zheng’s proposal.” All the directors unanimously agreed.

Song Yi was shocked to his core, he couldn’t believe the directors he usually got on well with, “Director Lin, Director Li, Director Qian, you all…”

A wall leaning towards those pushing it down, a perfect description of his current situation.

The directors all avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Director Zheng, I disagree with the vote. Our Song family holds the most shares in the Song group. The position of chairman should naturally be my father’s, and your votes won’t count.” Song Xirou spoke in a low voice.

The heavy door was pushed open from outside.

“If they don’t count, does mine?”

A chill voice, like a devil’s hymn from the depths of an ancient ice cavern, sends shivers down everyone’s spine.

Everyone looked towards the entrance. Upon seeing the newcomer, Song Xirou’s pupils contracted and her hand on the table trembled involuntarily.

How can she be here?

Walking against the backlight, the woman’s refined face entered everyone’s view. Even without makeup, her extraordinary beauty was undeniable. Dressed in a light blue dress, her poise was unmistakably that of an unparalleled noble, cold and proud.

More astonishingly, she was followed by a few men dressed in black, their intimidating aura sending chills down people’s spines.

“Jian Qing, you, who let you in?” Song Xirou woke up from her trance, quickly regained her composure, and said unhappily.

“General Manager, they insisted on coming up, we can’t stop them.” A secretary ran in from behind, jittering in fear.

“Also, there are many reporters downstairs.”

Hearing this, Song Xirou had a bad feeling.

“Stop them, don’t let them come up, or you can pack your bags and leave.”

“Yes.”

The secretary sneaked a peek at Jian Qing and hurried out.

Jian Qing slowly walked in, and no one noticed that when the directors saw her, they all unconsciously lowered their heads.

“Looks like my arrival is quite timely.”

“Jian Qing, this is the Song Group, not JK International, please leave immediately or else I’ll have to call in security.” Song Xirou watched as Jian Qing entered the meeting room, her sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Jian Qing raised an eyebrow, “Just now I thought I heard that the Song Group is changing hands? How about we name it JK International, what do you think?”

Her tone was light and breezy, but it carried a chilling undertone of impending bloodshed.

“Jian Qing, although you’re Quan Jingwu’s wife, you have no right to behave arbitrarily on our Song’s turf.” Song Yi finally lost his patience and spoke indignantly.

“Heh!”

A scornful laugh slipped from her lips, and Jian Qing strode forward.

“So what if I cross the line? What can you do about it?”