The green camphor tree has a deep view

When they arrived at the hospital and entered the gate, Butler Yu appeared and said, "Master Jinglong, please follow me. The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Having said that, he walked forward, took Jing Long's hand, and walked towards the elevator door.

Jing Long held Wen Qing's hand and refused to let go: "Sister, come with me!"

Housekeeper Yu glanced at Wen Qing, without saying a word or moving, and Wen Qing understood. She squatted down, stroked Jing Long's face, and said, "Be good, Jing Long! Go with Uncle Yu first. I'll wait for you in the hospital and won't go anywhere."

Jing Long looked at Wen Qing, tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to hold back, but still didn't let the tears turn into tears and fall out.

"Sister, let's make a promise that you will wait for me to come back and you are not allowed to leave by yourself!" Jing Long stretched out his right hand and raised his short little finger.

"Okay, let's make a pinky promise." Wen Qing hooked her fingers with his and shook them gently. She then touched his head with a smile and watched him get into the elevator with Butler Yu.

This hospital was probably opened by the Song family, as there was a private elevator exclusively for the Song family. Wen Qing looked at the numbers that kept lighting up above the elevator door, thinking that Jing Long was a member of the Song family after all, so he wouldn't be treated harshly. She had been with Jing Long for less than ten days, but she had developed an inexplicably deep affection for him, and even a temporary separation made her worried.

Song Jingshen looked at her expression as she stared at the elevator and said calmly, "Don't look at it anymore. You can't lose it."

Wen Qing had long been accustomed to his sarcastic tone, so she asked calmly, "Where is my aunt?"

"I don't know." Song Jingshen turned his face away, strode in another direction, and said, "Come here."

Wen Qing subconsciously kept a distance from him: "I'm waiting for Jing Long here."

Song Jingshen turned around, seemed a little surprised, and smiled: "Just waiting at the gate?"

Wen Qing didn't say anything. She just wanted to stay away from this moody guy. Besides, he kissed her last night. She felt guilty and was afraid that someone would notice something.

Seeing that she refused to leave, Song Jingshen was about to walk over again. Wen Qing was afraid that he would pull her again, so she quickly hid to the side. At this moment, Song Jingshen's cell phone rang. He glanced at her, picked up the phone and said a few words, then suddenly frowned, turned around, and walked away.

Wen Qing calmed down a bit and was just thinking about finding a place to sit down and rest while waiting for Jing Long when she heard a tentative question: "Sister Xiao Wen?"

She turned around and saw that it was Yin Xiaoxiao.

She hasn't seen Yin Xiaoxiao since Qi Fan confessed his love to her in front of her. Seeing her now, she feels that she has grown up a little, and her expression has become more stable.

"It's really you?" Yin Xiaoxiao walked over and held Wen Qing's hand. "Who brought you here?"

Wen Qing didn't answer her, but asked, "Why are you here too?"

"My dad brought me here." Yin Xiaoxiao said as she pulled her into a corridor. She pointed to a closed door at the end of the corridor and said, "My dad was talking to Uncle Song and asked me to wait here. I didn't expect to meet you."

"Is my aunt in there?" Wen Qing asked. The door was very wide, with leaves opening on both sides. From the outside, it looked like a large conference room.

"Probably not. My dad didn't see her when he came over. Apart from Uncle Song, there were only a few shareholders of the Song Corporation and a few elderly people from the Gu family in the room."

Wen Qing vaguely felt that this matter had a lot to do with Old Lady Song's condition. As the old lady was dying, there might have to be an explanation for the related shares and inheritance... Then the property related to my aunt and Jing Long should also be discussed.

Just then, there was a noise coming from behind the door, mixed with the sound of a fierce quarrel.

Yin Xiaoxiao ran over hurriedly, and Wen Qing followed her. They stopped not far from the door and listened attentively.

"Mr. Song was buying up Song's stocks right under your nose. Now you say you didn't know. Who do you think you can fool?" An old male voice questioned angrily, and the tone sounded like that of a shareholder of Song's.

"How would I know... I'm the CEO and partner, but Song Jingshen has sidelined me a long time ago. I can only pay the money."

"It's written in black and white that you are a shareholder of Depth of Field Technology! The company's equity has been changed, and you don't know? You can even sue him!"

"Who should I sue?" In the conference room, Yin Tongcheng smiled bitterly and looked at Song Weiming. "Others may not know what Jingshen is like, but Mr. Song knows it. He knows that I am your shadow shareholder, so of course he is not afraid of playing such tricks. I can also read the financial statements, and I know that Jingshen Technology has been gaining momentum in recent years and making a lot of money, but I didn't expect that he would actually acquire so many Song's stocks. Who could have thought of that?"

Yin Tongcheng spread his hands and asked the shareholders present loudly: "If it were you, would you have thought of this?!"

"I really can't believe it." After a long while, the old man who was the most angry just now said, "As the saying goes, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, and lambs kneel to suckle their mothers, and crows repay their parents, but in the Song family, these sayings are bullshit!"

"The father is not a father, the son is not a son, what an unfortunate family!" someone sighed.

"You can't say it's unfortunate." Yin Tongcheng looked carefully at Song Weiming who didn't say a word, and chuckled bitterly. "Depth of Field Technology's performance has always been very good. Although it spent a lot of money on acquiring stocks, it can still take out a lot of money for the base station project, which shows that Depth of Field has a good bottom line."

"But he has evil ambitions! He took advantage of the Song company's low point to make a large acquisition, and he did it behind your back. Maybe he has some tricks up his sleeve..."

"I don't know if there is a follow-up. Weiming sent President Yin as a shadow shareholder to invest in Jingshen Technology. Now Jingshen has recruited a group of shadow shareholders to acquire Song's shares. It can be said that the son is learning from the father. It's a good example." A middle-aged shareholder of Gu Group laughed and joked, "It's just that the old lady has shares in both Song and Gu. Song Jingshen has almost done away with Song. Will he come to deal with Gu? In the past few years, our Gu has helped you a lot. Maybe he has been eyeing you for a long time."

"Humph! Do you think this young man is going to turn the world upside down?" Another Gu shareholder was furious. "When he founded Depth of Field Technology, it was Huaiyuan that provided financial support. He also used Huaiyuan's team for his base station project. Could he really repay kindness with enmity?"

"Even my own father's company is so cruel, who can guarantee that he won't do the same to Gu's?" The middle-aged shareholder said slowly, "However, Jing Shen and Gu Jia's wedding should be soon. Once the two are married, the meat will be rotten in the pot, and it won't matter."

"Oh, marriage? Do you think that boy looks like he's getting married?" said the angry old man, a shareholder of the Song Corporation. "Today he's a little star, tomorrow he's a female model. From the time he studied abroad to now, when has he ever had a day off? He acts like a dandy every day, and today it seems he's just pretending, harboring evil intentions!"

"Yes. Who would have thought that Mr. Song would play with women on one hand and pursue his career on the other, without delaying anything, and in the end he deceived us all!" The old man of the Gu family sighed, "Weiming! I don't know whether I should envy you or sympathize with you."

The conference room fell silent. The quarrel was over and everyone was waiting for Song Weiming to express his opinion. However, Song Weiming kept his composure and did not speak for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

Yin Tongcheng looked at this and that, and humbly tried to smooth things over: "Everyone calm down and think about it. Even if Jingshen Technology has acquired a lot of Song's shares, Song Jingshen is still surnamed Song after all. According to normal procedures, the Song's business will belong to him sooner or later, but it's just one step ahead..."

"He is forcing me!" Song Weiming suddenly spoke, his voice heavy and dejected.

Wen Qing was listening at the door and was startled.