She is deeply trapped in the Shura field, and the love-brained boss is mad

Of course Song Zhisheng couldn't say yes, even though he did feel aggrieved, but except for Jiang Miaotong, all the other guests were pretty good.

She smiled and said, "Dad, I'm doing well here. I've even made some friends. Don't worry."

Of course, it was impossible for Song's father to be relieved so easily.

He knew his daughter's personality best. She was sensible and didn't like to cause trouble for others. She had the best personality.

The rest of the people who participated in the variety show were from wealthy families. He was afraid that his daughter would be wronged, but for his sake, he didn't dare to tell him, so he swallowed the grievances.

Father Song's tone became a little more serious.

"My daughter, if you've been wronged, don't hold it in. Even though the company is a bit chaotic right now, Dad can still pay for the termination of the contract."

Of course Song Zhisheng knew how much her father loved her. As long as she said something wrong, her father would immediately come to terminate the contract and take her away.

She couldn't help laughing, tears flashing in her eyes: "Dad, I'm really fine."

Director Li and the others have to go back quickly, they really can't waste any more time.

Song Zhisheng cut to the chase: "Dad, the company's capital chain is tight right now, and we need some working capital. Please hurry up and find someone to sell the clothes and jewelry in my closet over the next couple of days, and keep the money for emergencies."

When the Song family was doing well, her father bought her a lot of diamond jewelry and luxury goods.

She did a careful calculation when she had some free time, and including the necklaces she had bought at high prices, the total was in the low nine figures.

Song's father immediately became unhappy: "No matter how difficult it is, Dad can't sell your things."

Some of the necklaces are in high demand and once they are sold, it will be difficult to buy them back later.

When Song Zhisheng spoke again, his tone was a little insistent.

"If I don't sell it now, it will have to be sold off later if it goes bankrupt. Instead of that, it's better to sell it first and stabilize the company. Then when the company gets better, I can buy whatever I want."

Song's father was silent this time. The man in his forties had red eyes and a look of guilt and self-blame on his face.

If he had not been careless and fallen into a trap set by his competitor, his daughter would not have ended up like this.

He had previously promised Shengsheng that once he entered the upper class, he would buy a large villa in the most luxurious area of ​​S City as a gift for his daughter.

Now, not only has he failed to do so, he even has to sell his daughter’s jewelry to keep the company going.

He's really not a good father.

Song Zhisheng was afraid that her father would not agree, so she said it again, and kept emphasizing to Song's father that she could buy better ones after selling these jewels.

In fact, Song's father also knew that his daughter was right. If the company went bankrupt, no matter how many jewelry and antiques there were in the house, they would not be able to keep them.

He agreed with a slightly hoarse voice:

"Dad knows. I'll arrange for someone to do it soon. Don't worry."

The guilt in his heart was like a mountain, pressing down on Song's father so hard that he couldn't breathe. At this moment, any words seemed pale.

He could only force a laugh and said:

"Don't worry, Shengsheng. Dad will definitely take good care of the company and buy more rare jewelry for Shengsheng in the future."

Song Zhisheng hummed, "Dad, take care of yourself. I'm busy here, so I'll hang up first."

She hung up the phone, wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands, and hurriedly ran back to Director Li.

Director Li held his phone, smiled and waved at her: "Alright, you should go back and rest."

Song Zhisheng responded, and after the car drove away, he turned around and went back.

But before he took two steps, he was stopped.

"Song Zhisheng."

A gentle yet distant voice sounded from not far away. Song Zhisheng subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice and met Lu Nanchen's eyes.

Lu Nanchen changed into casual clothes, with the ends of his hair still a little wet, and stood there looking at her without blinking.

After Song Zhisheng turned around and looked over, he opened his lips and said in a calm voice:

"I have something I want to discuss with you."

……

Inside the Song family's top-floor office.

After hanging up the phone, Song's father was silent for a long time.

Then he called his assistant and gave him instructions calmly.

"Put my two villas near the center of S City up for sale. Also, find someone to sell the antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the living room of the old house as soon as possible."

Of course Song's father wanted to sell things, but he wanted to sell his own things.

Before, Song's father struggled to support the Song family and was so busy that he was unwilling to move the real estate and items in the old house under his name.

He just felt that no matter how difficult the company's current situation was, he could hold on a little longer, and there was no need to touch the things that he would leave for Shengsheng in the future.

But now, his daughter's words have woken him up.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to face the facts.

The Song family is in a precarious situation, hovering on the edge of danger. Any mistake will lead to destruction.

Song's father couldn't bear to see his years of hard work go to waste, and he didn't want his daughter to be burdened with debt at such a young age.

After turning off his phone, Father Song looked at his extremely tired face reflected on the black phone, and his eyes became firm.

What his Shengsheng said was very right. It would be better to sell these things so that he would have some confidence. Once the company is stable, he could buy more and better ones.

However, Song's father felt that he would make a lot of money if he sold all those things.

He didn't intend to touch his daughter's things until things got to the worst possible point.

Father Song drank a sip of tea to cheer himself up and continued to deal with the documents.

His daughter is so sensible and considerate of him, so he certainly can't fall behind.

Father Song looked at a few more documents, his brows furrowed, and his spirits, which had just perked up, began to wane again.

He didn't want to hold back, but the problems in these documents...

It's really worrying.

The Song family was being targeted and encountered obstacles everywhere. Even if he wanted to solve the problem, he had to find a way to make people willing to see him.

Thinking of those people's sarcastic and shunful faces, Song's father couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows again.

He sighed and was about to stand up to call a meeting to think about a solution to the problem when another call suddenly came on his cell phone.

He frowned and looked over, and seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, he subconsciously wanted to hang up.

But for some reason, Song's father answered the phone call.

He answered the call, put the phone to his ear, and said, "Hello, who are you?"

Someone on the other end immediately responded, but the words spoken made Song's father stand there in a daze. Then, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Hello, Mr. Song. I'm the assistant to Mr. Lu of the Lu Group. I'd like to discuss a possible collaboration with you on Mr. Lu's behalf. Do you have any interest in this?"

Father Song was stunned for a long time, feeling as if he had been hit by a pie in the sky.

He even suspected that the call was sent by his competitor to mess with him.

He asked with a slightly uncertain tone:

"Is this Mr. Lu, the one who bought an entire building in the city center to use as an office building?"

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and then he replied, "Yes."

Father Song stood up excitedly in an instant.