Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Zhang Weisheng introduced Song Xun to him.

They started looking for internship opportunities in the first semester of their junior year and were recruited by Zhang Weisheng from the school group.

Song Xun was not unfamiliar with the names of these people, as they had appeared several times in the plot.

In the future, they will all be trustworthy people around Zhang Weisheng. The difference is that they will not appear in the Song family’s company, but in this office area that has just started.

Further in, the separated space is where Zhang Weisheng sits, which can only accommodate a desk and a sofa for entertaining guests.

Zhang Weisheng stood by the window and turned back to Song Xun and said, "From here you can see the place where we had dinner last time."

So Song Xun also stepped forward. There was not much space, so he could only stand arm to arm with Zhang Weisheng and look down.

They could indeed see the restaurant, and also the shopping mall not far away where they had visited, including those smartly dressed white-collar workers.

Zhang Weisheng turned his head to look at him, and said firmly: "I won't stop here, this is just the beginning."

His eyes are bright, exuding his passion and ambition to pursue his favorite career to the extreme.

What he liked was never the power that the Song family brought to him, nor was he afraid of facing difficulties and obstacles. This small studio with only a few people could not be compared with that of the Song family, but it was built up bit by bit by Zhang Weisheng.

He worked so hard, so of course Song Xun felt that he could do it.

Even though this went against the original intention of his mission.

The establishment of the new studio left Zhang Weisheng too busy to handle all his tasks.

Song Changchang often didn't see anyone when he woke up. If he hadn't seen the signs of someone lying beside the bed, he would have thought that Zhang Weisheng had gone to live in the studio.

The weather started to get colder unknowingly, so Song Xun changed his clothes and went downstairs.

I was just throwing away the garbage when I turned around and saw two tall muscular men standing behind me.

Song Xun took two steps to the side, and the two muscular men also took two steps with him, their eyes clearly fixed on him.

No way, he just went downstairs to throw away the garbage. He didn't provoke anyone. He rarely goes out and has no conflicts with his neighbors. It's not that serious.

"Our boss wants you to come over."

The man on the left spoke.

Song Xun said weakly, "Can we do it another day?"

“Please don’t make things difficult for us.” The man clenched his fists, and the well-developed muscles on his arms bulged and tightened exaggeratedly through his clothes.

I didn't see any hint of 'please'.

Song Xun swallowed his saliva and was invited into the car in a less respectful manner.

The car has good sound insulation and has window film.

Song Xun was hiding in the back and spoke hesitantly: "Can I ask who your boss is?"

There is no "You don't need to know." or "You are not qualified to ask these questions."

The man sitting in the passenger seat glanced at Song Xun and said calmly, "Our boss's surname is Song."

Song Xun was very familiar with this surname, but he still didn't understand what Song Weijiang wanted him to do.

The car drove in an unfamiliar direction and finally stopped in front of a villa.

The man rang the doorbell, took two steps back and waited.

Song Xun looked up at the magnificent gate and realized that this was the place where Zhang Wei, holding the newborn Zhang Weisheng, had been waiting but could not get in.

The door was opened from the inside and Song Xun was invited in again.

The woman took him to a room and said, "The gentleman is waiting for you inside."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Xun raised his hand to knock on the door, but put it down halfway and pushed the door open.

The person inside was startled by the sudden sound of the door opening, and looked over with an unpleasant frown, as if he was going to scold the person who walked in without manners in the next second.

Song Xun was probably immune to being watched by Zhang Weisheng every day, and he could turn a blind eye to Song Weijiang's obvious displeasure.

It didn't make sense for him to be brought here for no reason and be respectful to the person who started it.

Song Weijiang pointed to the seat opposite him and said, "Sit down."

Song Xun sat down. This position allowed Song Weijiang to better observe the person opposite him.

She was still very young, with fair skin and fairly pretty looks. Her long, thick black eyelashes drooped slightly. When she sat quietly, she always looked quite pitiful. No wonder she caught the eye of his stubborn son.

As if he noticed the gaze falling on him, Song Xun suddenly raised his eyes, and his pair of dark eyes also looked at Song Weijiang.

There is no doubt about his relationship with Zhang Weisheng. They look quite similar. When he was young, Song Weijiang won the hearts of many women with his outstanding appearance.

Zhang Wei is one of them.

Song Xun could easily see the contempt in his eyes as he looked her up and down, and he didn't even bother to hide it.

Even though Song Xun was wearing the branded clothes that Zhang Weisheng bought from the mall, in Song Weijiang's eyes, he was still a poor and inferior person who was not worthy of entering his home.

Song Xun began to understand why Zhang Weisheng disliked Song Weijiang. Such contemptuous and merciless looks might have fallen on Zhang Weisheng before.

Unlike him, Zhang Weisheng is actually a man with a strong self-esteem. He must complete what he has decided to do, and he can't stand his father looking at him like that.

Song Weijiang didn't beat around the bush. As if tacitly acknowledging that Song Xun would agree, he placed a card on the table and lightly pushed it to the other side.

“There’s a million in here.”

He threw out his chips.

Song Xun was stunned for a moment at an inappropriate time, not understanding why the scene in the romance drama was happening to him.

Song Weijiang took Song Xun's expression as one of shock from someone who had never seen anything like this before, and chuckled to himself, "You've never seen so much money, have you?"

Song Xun turned his gaze from the card to Song Weijiang, and suddenly felt that he and Zhang Weisheng were not much alike.

Why is there this greasy feeling? Do I look good when I smile? There are wrinkles at the corners of my mouth.

I don’t pay attention to fitness, and my belly sticks out when I sit down.

I hope Zhang Weisheng won’t do this in the future.

Song Weijiang spread his arms and leaned back in his chair: "If you ask Zhang Weisheng to come back voluntarily, the money will be yours."

Very casual tone.

Song Xun thought that if he had this ability, he would have completed the task long ago, so he asked, "What if I can't do it?"

Song Weijiang was very generous: "You have to try everything to know the result. I won't make it difficult for you. If you really can't do it, you can leave Zhang Weisheng on your own initiative, and the money will still be yours."

Song Xun really couldn't understand what he was doing. Even if he earned a lot of money, he wouldn't give it away voluntarily. He didn't think about how to get Zhang Weisheng to return to the Song family, but instead focused his attention on him.

Or maybe they felt that his presence lowered Zhang Weisheng's status, so they spent money to clean it up.

It seems that Song Weijiang's purpose today was not to let Zhang Weisheng return to the Song family, but he had other plans.

Song Xun glanced at the door which was not closed, and through the gap he could see someone guarding outside the door.

Song Weijiang pushed the card towards him again, his attitude full of determination: "Why bother with money? Zhang Weisheng can't give you that."

It seemed that no matter what, Song Xun had to accept this card today.