Chapter 428

In front of the main office building of Yancheng Printing Factory, as the two groups converged, the enthusiastic atmosphere reached its peak.

Zhen Yu took the initiative to stand in the middle, first greeting Tang Song, then enthusiastically introducing both sides.

"This is District Committee Standing Committee Member Director Wang Yue, this is the General Manager of Yancheng Printing Factory Liu Zengmin, and this is the Vice President of Tang Yi Precision (Yancheng) Company Fang Sijun."

"This is the actual acquirer of Yancheng Printing Factory, Ms. Tang Song, who is also a director of the top media group Nebula International. I believe this acquisition will bring a rebirth to the enterprise."

"Hello, Ms. Tang Song."

"Hello, Director Wang."

…

Standing on the edge of the crowd, following behind the Production Department Manager, Wen Yunxiang's respectful smile gradually froze.

He stared with wide eyes at Tang Song, who was standing in the center, elegant and sexy, his mind in a state of chaos.

As for this younger member of the family, Tang Song, he was naturally very familiar with her.

Mainly because she was indeed excellent; her grades had always been the best among her peers, and she had been the "child of someone else" since she was little.

After graduating from a prestigious university, she worked in the Imperial Capital for a few years, and her work after returning to Yancheng was also good; in the past two years, she had helped the family buy a house and a car.

But no matter how excellent she was, she was only excellent relative to other members of the family.

Placed in society, she was just an ordinary worker.

That was why he had scoffed at her words last night, unimpressed.

Yet he hadn't expected that she was the big boss who had acquired Yancheng Printing Factory.

And what was this about being a director and shareholder of Nebula International?

For a small printing factory acquisition, a District Committee Standing Committee member and a Tang Yi Precision branch executive were all present, and they were so polite to her.

How come he didn't know there was such a badass figure in their old Wen family?!

Watching Tang Song surrounded by the crowd, feeling the sharpness and confidence that were different from last night,

Wen Yunxiang took a deep breath, wanting to use his status as an elder to go up and say a few words, but knowing the occasion wasn't appropriate.

With so many big shots present, it wasn't his turn.

His gaze flickered, and Wen Yunxiang retreated slowly, turned around, and walked toward the direction where the workers were gathered.

Having only a junior high school diploma, he was able to reach a management position in the printing factory, so he was naturally a shrewd person.

He quickly guessed the origin of the matter.

Tang Song's acquisition of Yancheng Printing Factory was definitely not because she saw the potential of this factory or the land; it could only be because of these relatives working in the factory.

And with her entering the printing factory, there would inevitably be major personnel changes.

No matter what, he was Tang Song's cousin-uncle and the person with the highest position in the family, so he was naturally the one who should be in charge.

……

In the crowded crowd.

A piece of news spread rapidly.

Hot gazes quickly gathered on Wen Jianxin.

"Brother Jianxin, is this really your daughter?"

"Yeah, Uncle Jianxin, what's the situation?"

…

Tang Song's second uncle didn't know when he had squeezed over, shouting excitedly: "Brother, looking at this posture, it seems like Tang Song is going to acquire our printing factory? Look at how polite that district leader is to Tang Song, and there's the Vice President of Tang Yi Precision, this... this..."

By the end, he was stammering and didn't know what to say, his face flushed red.

Unlike others, he was Tang Song's own uncle, counting as the person closest to her besides Wen Jianxin.

At this moment, watching his niece walk out of the Maybach so magnificently and leap to become a big shot, the emotions in his heart were indescribable.

"I'm not too sure either." Wen Jianxin grinned, gradually recovering from his daze, his mind immediately thinking of his daughter's words from last night.

【Have you ever thought about being the boss for once】 【Giving you a surprise】

This... was this what Tang Song meant?

Lowering his head to look at the somewhat worn work badge on his chest, Wen Jianxin's heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate.

At his age, having wasted his life, it was impossible to say how much ambition he had left, and he had never thought he would become a big leader.

But after all, this was the place where he had spent more than ten years, and his main interpersonal relationships were all here.

Becoming the factory manager or general manager of Yancheng Printing Factory was also a beautiful dream he had once fantasized about.

"Director Yunxiang is coming over!" a young man shouted, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Yunxiang! What's the situation over there? Why is Tang Song there?"

"Is she our new boss?"

…

Wen Yunxiang walked straight to Wen Jianxin's side, waved his hand at the others, and said with a serious expression: "We are in the factory now, so you have to call her Director Tang! The person who acquired our company is indeed Director Tang!"

"Wow—" The intense discussion spread like ripples.

"Brother Jianxin." Wen Yunxiang patted Wen Jianxin's arm, his face wearing an extremely enthusiastic and flattering expression, "Last night at Ping Shun's place, I spoke a bit out of turn, but I really didn't have any bad intentions. You go back and talk to Director Tang, don't let her misunderstand."

Wen Jianxin pursed his dry lips, looking at his daughter who was being surrounded by the crowd as she walked into the office building, and nodded: "Okay."

……

In the bright and lively signing conference hall.

"Scratch, scratch, scratch—" The fountain pen slid across the snow-white paper.

Tang Song signed her name on the equity transfer agreement, officially becoming the actual controller of this company, with a 100% shareholding ratio.

The acquisition price was only 1.5 million yuan.

In fact, this price could be considered benevolent and righteous.

Before this, Zhen Yu had already sent documents such as the asset appraisal report, audit report, asset list, and ownership certificates to her email, and she had also read them carefully.

The actual Yancheng Printing Factory, according to the estimate of the Juxing Huicui due diligence team, was already in a state of insolvency.

The company's cumulative debt had reached 39 million yuan, including 26 million yuan in bank loans, 8 million yuan in supplier arrears, and 5 million yuan in employee salary arrears.

And the actual asset valuation was 40 million yuan, with the most valuable part being this 30-mu industrial land, worth 28 million yuan, while the equipment residual value, accounts receivable, and raw materials were only 12 million yuan.

The company was in a state of continuous loss, with large amounts of loan interest constantly accumulating.

For the acquirer, it was equivalent to taking over a mess.

If it weren't for her trust in Su Yu, Tang Song wouldn't even have dared to sign.

In the conference hall, the thunderous applause gradually dissipated.

The original boss and general manager of Yancheng Printing Factory, Liu Zengming, felt a sense of relief, sincerely expressing his gratitude and expectations to Tang Song.

He had deep feelings for this company and very much hoped it could continue to operate.

In fact, as early as last year, the company had already had big problems.

However, at that time, he still had fantasies and didn't want to lay off employees on a large scale, so he re-injected 4 million yuan into the company, set up an e-commerce department, and purchased a gift box hot stamping machine, wanting to give it a go, but unfortunately, he failed in the end.

Now that this director of the Nebula International Group had stepped in to take over, and with the endorsement of Tang Yi Precision,

for him, it was also a kind of comfort.

After the equity transaction ended, the conference hall gradually calmed down.

Immediately after, the second signing conference began.

The subject was the memorandum of cooperation between Tang Yi Precision and Yancheng Printing Factory.

Formally determining the cooperation intention of both parties.

Tang Song, who sat back at the conference table, looked at Fang Sijun opposite her, her gaze filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Before this, Zhen Yu had only said that there would be a cooperation intention signing process, the purpose of which was to help stabilize the hearts of the printing factory.

But she hadn't expected that it would be Tang Yi Precision, and she hadn't expected it to be this mode of cooperation.

Looking at this memorandum in her hand, she finally understood why the district committee leaders would come to attend this meeting.

It could be said that this was the real highlight!

And it was also a big gift of immeasurable value!

…

Time approached noon.

Pieces of news flowed out from the conference hall, triggering an earthquake-like effect among the employees of the printing factory.

After waves of shock, the entire factory area erupted in cheers and applause.

Many people excitedly held their phones, sharing their joy with relatives and friends.

Yancheng Printing Factory officially completed the equity handover, and Tang Song became the sole shareholder.

The original layoff plan was canceled, and all employees returned to their original posts.

The 4 months of owed salary would be paid in full on the 20th of this month.

Yancheng Printing Factory and Tang Yi Precision (Yancheng) Branch reached a "Memorandum of Cooperation."

They would be incorporated into the other party's supply chain system, providing low-interest loans and advance payment support.

At the same time, Tang Yi Precision would provide new printing equipment in the form of leasing, dispatch engineers to be stationed in the factory for guidance, and conduct comprehensive technical training.

Helping them carry out equipment upgrades and digital transformation.

They would provide a certain amount of packaging orders every year to ensure the basic revenue of the printing factory.

Within the next 5 years, Tang Yi Precision would continue to provide them with technical and management empowerment, comprehensively enhancing the competitiveness of the printing factory.

This meant that Yancheng Printing Factory would become the 33rd "specialized, refined, unique, and innovative" supporting enterprise of Tang Yi Precision in the local area.

In a certain sense, these employees who had originally lost their jobs now possessed an "iron rice bowl."

……

In the bright office.

Tang Song looked at Fang Sijun and Zhen Yu opposite her, her restless heart unable to calm down for a long time.

Originally, she had thought that this small industry gifted by Su Yu was just to enhance her prestige in the family, so she could operate it on her own later.

She hadn't expected it to be such a big deal.

Even an industrial giant like Tang Yi Precision had been pulled in.

This instead made her feel a bit uneasy in her heart; she owed Su Yu too much.

Even if the other party asked her for help later, she wouldn't be able to refuse.

Thinking of this, Tang Song's gaze flickered, and her face turned red.

If it were Su Yu, actually, it wouldn't be impossible.

This female star was simply a work of art, rare for both men and women.

Fang Sijun sipped her tea and said with a smile: "Director Tang, please rest assured, our group has deep cooperation with equipment manufacturers like Heidelberg and Bobst, and the relevant printing equipment will all be in place this month to help Yancheng Printing Factory complete the upgrade work as soon as possible."

"Thank you, President Fang!" Tang Song then looked at Zhen Yu again, sincerely: "And thank you, Su Dong; this matter has troubled you all."

Zhen Yu was silent for a moment, weighing her words: "We only entrusted Tang Yi Precision to help with the procurement of new equipment, and the deep cooperation with Tang Yi Precision was not facilitated by us."

Tang Song was stunned, not reacting for a moment.

What did this mean?

Even if it wasn't facilitated by them, it was still because of Su Yu and Juxing Huicui.

Zhen Yu didn't need to explain specifically at all.

"It's like this." Fang Sijun, beside her, gently put down her teacup, her gaze gentle: "The cooperation with Yancheng Printing Factory is the intention of our group's headquarters, and our chairman attaches great importance to this matter."

"Chairman..." Tang Song murmured, her eyes suddenly widening, "President Fang, are you referring to... Ms. Ouyang?"

Fang Sijun smiled and nodded, "Mm, Chairman Ouyang specifically instructed us to fully cooperate with Director Tang."

Tang Song's lips trembled, incredulously: "How would Ms. Ouyang know me?"

Immediately after, her gaze turned to Zhen Yu.

She had once seen some news reports on the internet saying that Ms. Ouyang was also a fan of Su Yu.

Seeming to understand her confusion, Zhen Yu shook her head: "This matter was only finalized yesterday, and Su Dong didn't know about it before either."

"Yesterday?" Tang Song's gaze went blank.

As for yesterday, she really had a deep impression!

Jin Dongshi's assistant, Mo Xiang Wan, and Luo Bin had all pulled her into a WeChat group, saying they hoped to help her expand her interpersonal resources.

And the one exerting force behind the scenes was Tang Song.

Could it be... Ms. Ouyang was also a part of these interpersonal resources?

Just then, Fang Sijun handed over a business card and said: "Director Tang, this was entrusted to me by Chairman Ouyang to give to you; it has the contact information of her private assistant. If you have anything later, you can contact her at any time."

"Oh, oh, okay." Tang Song hurriedly took this white card, a flush of excitement rising on her face.

This was Ouyang Xianyue!

Having worked in the advertising and media industry for many years, she naturally knew this legendary woman.

In just over 5 years, she had built a large-scale consumer electronics company on the verge of bankruptcy into a world-class electronic design and manufacturing enterprise.

Behind her, there was the full support of investors like Smile Holdings and Jingwu Capital, as well as vast political connections as support.

These weren't actually secrets.

Smile Holdings was the largest shareholder of Tang Yi Precision.

She herself had a very good relationship with Jin Meixiao, and they even cooperated to establish the "Tang-Jin Family Office."

Her paternal and maternal grandfathers were both big figures in China, and they still had great influence to this day, avoiding many obstacles for the development of the enterprise.

It was precisely because of the support of vast wealth and abundant political resources that the rise of Tang Yi Precision was possible.

And this company had always insisted on serving the country through industry, providing a huge number of high-end jobs for society, while also demonstrating top-tier scientific research and innovation capabilities.

The reason why Jin Dongshi was so famous in China was actually closely related to this enterprise.

After all, in China, only enterprises that can create real wealth, absorb employment, promote technological innovation, and guarantee economic security will be respected by the people.

As the chairman, Ouyang Xianyue, although she rarely accepted media interviews, also possessed high popularity.

She was a famous entrepreneur in China.

Of course, Ms. Ouyang's life was not perfect.

It was rumored that she had once had a marriage, but her husband passed away just after they were married.

Since then, she had remained single, devoting herself entirely to her work, leading Tang Yi Precision to continue breaking through upward.

This was a very respectable lady.

"Hoo—"

Tang Song let out a long breath, her gaze very complex.

Suddenly, there was a sense of unreal illusion.

From the initial Nebula International Group to the later Tang Zong Entertainment and Su Yu.

And then to now, the figures of Jin Meixiao and Ouyang Xianyue were all looming, seemingly within reach.

These big shots who had risen in recent years seemed to be appearing around her one by one, centered on Tang Song.

The shock of this was indescribable.

And the interpersonal resources he spoke of were far more powerful than she had imagined.

The handsome little wolf dog she had set her sights on during their blind date turned out to be a divine beast.

It had to be said, I really have a great eye!

……

8:00 PM.

Zhuxi Residential Complex.

The balcony window was wide open, and the cool night breeze blew in waves, making the air in the room exceptionally fresh and natural.

After finishing the dinner Gao Mengting had cooked herself.

Tang Song leaned lazily in a corner of the fabric sofa in the living room, holding a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" that he had read halfway through.

Gao Mengting, having finished washing up, walked over with two steaming cups of black tea.

Seeing the book in Tang Song's hand.

Gao Mengting sat down on the small stool opposite, resting her elbows on her knees, her eyes bright as she said: "Do you think Macondo in Marquez's pen is like the inner world of each of us? Loneliness is eternal, but we are also seeking connection within loneliness."

Tang Song chuckled, put down the book in his hand, and said with a smile: "I've only just started reading this book; I was just flipping through the notes in your book. Partner, I've discovered that your inner drama is particularly rich. I even saw traces of you crying on it, tsk tsk, I sincerely suggest you go write a novel too."

Hearing this, Gao Mengting's face turned slightly red, and she subconsciously looked toward the direction of her bedroom.

There was indeed a "novel" she had written there, but it was an erotic one.

Just as Tang Song said, her inner drama was indeed rich.

"I... I just like reading books and also like immersing myself in the corresponding stories." Gao Mengting explained softly.

"Ring-a-ling—" The phone rang suddenly.

【Tang Song】

Glancing at the caller information, Tang Song stood up immediately and said: "I have to go take a call."

After saying that, he walked quickly toward the balcony.

A few minutes passed.

Tang Song returned to the sofa in the living room, his face filled with apology: "Sorry, Mengting, I have something to do and have to go back."

The big sister had just finished eating at her parents' house and had immediately issued a ball game invitation to him.

Her tone was extremely excited, and she even said she wanted to study a few new positions with him.

The unique mature-sister voice, paired with all sorts of flirtatious talk, had directly teased Tang Song to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, and his fists were hard.

He had to teach the big sister a lesson immediately!

"Going back..." Gao Mengting pursed her lips, stood up with him, and said: "I'll see you off."

After saying that, she put on a jacket, took her keys, and started changing her shoes.

After packing her things, the two took the elevator downstairs.

The night breeze brushed their faces, and the moonlight was like water.

Gao Mengting looked at the handsome, tall figure bathed in moonlight, her gaze slightly dazed, and she suddenly said: "I'll drive you over; it's especially cool tonight, and I haven't been out for a drive in a long time."

She liked the feeling of being alone with Tang Song very much.

Today, the junior student had officially resigned from Linggan Design and had dinner with colleagues in the evening.

After getting off work, she had simply driven Tang Song directly to her home.

The two of them blew in the wind, ate, and chatted about topics they were both interested in.

It was a very ordinary daily life, but it made her feel the poetry that only existed in books.

Perhaps this was the magic of love.

"Oh..." Tang Song pondered for a moment, looked at his partner's expectant gaze, and nodded: "Then I'll trouble you."

Letting Gao Mengting drive him to play ball with Tang Song—this was really... too much of a scumbag!

Tang Song himself felt very ashamed.

"No trouble, get in the car!" Gao Mengting smiled and pressed the remote control, and the Wuling Hongguang's lights flashed.

Getting into the car.

Gao Mengting took her phone out of her pocket and placed it on the mount, turning to ask: "Are we going back to Yanjing Tiancheng?"

"No, it's to Shengyuan Jiajing; it's also in the Qiaoxi District, not far from here."

Gao Mengting opened the map app and started navigation. Seeing that it was only a 3-kilometer distance, a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes, "It really is quite close."

Noticing the change in her mood, Tang Song suddenly called out: "Mengting."

"What's wrong?"

Tang Song leaned forward slightly, bringing his head over.

Gao Mengting's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't dodge, instead tilting her head up slightly.

Soon their lips touched, and her teeth were gently parted.

Gao Mengting leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes tightly.

Before she knew it, a hand had landed on her waist.

A layer of goosebumps instantly broke out on the surface of Gao Mengting's skin, and she couldn't help but lean in gently, a soft, sexy low moan escaping her mouth.

Tang Song's hand moved slowly upward, touching her chest through the white base shirt.

Gao Mengting shuddered violently, reached out to grab Tang Song's arm, her face flushed red: "Y-you... don't move around..."

They locked gazes for a good while.

Tang Song smiled and lowered his hand, "Let's continue."

After saying that, his kiss fell again, sucking on her mint-flavored lips.

A look of intoxication appeared on Gao Mengting's face.

In the quiet night, in the familiar car, feeling the intimate relationship that belonged only to the two of them.

The night was deep, and the lights in the distance were like stars scattered in the human world.

Under the dim streetlights, two overlapping figures could be vaguely seen in the car window.

…

On the tree-lined path to the front-left.

Cheng Qiuqiu, carrying a double-shoulder bag, stood there quietly, staring blankly at that white Wuling Hongguang S.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" The sound of the engine rang out, and the Wuling Hongguang lit up its headlights.

Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly turned around, lowering her head and walking toward the inside of the residential complex.

After walking aimlessly like this for a few minutes, she randomly found a piece of fitness equipment and sat down.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, she began to zone out.

Tang Song and the senior student.

Actually, she had already guessed it back when they exchanged gifts on Qixi Festival.

But witnessing it with her own eyes at this very moment, a complex emotion suddenly surged in her heart.

Stuffy, sour, bitter.

A long time later, Cheng Qiuqiu stood up again.

She suppressed the special emotion that had arisen from nowhere.

Walking with long strides toward the rented apartment.

She had already resigned from Linggan Design and would start a new workplace journey at Songmei Apparel next.

She was very much looking forward to the new environment, where there were two friends she was very close to.

One was the senior student who often cared about her, and the other was Tang Song, who also liked music, motorcycles, and Su Yu.

She also wished them happiness and joy forever.