Chapter 137: Angry Fang Xiuying
Fang Xiuying held her forehead with her hand, wondering how could she give birth to such a weak and vulnerable child.
Mr. Chen, who was beaten, said: "..."
He Lingling, who was operating the sewing machine: "..."
What did you say? Who is weak and can be bullied?
The two were originally sitting on the sofa, but as they were sitting, they suddenly slid down and ended up lying down.
Then, the two of them couldn't help but fell asleep.
There's no way. I didn't sleep well the whole day yesterday. I only slept for two hours in a hurry this morning. Now the sofa is so soft that it's really easy to fall asleep.
On the other side, when the time was almost up, the secretary came over and called the two people: "..."
She took a deep breath and put on a professional smile: "Ms. Su Qing, the boss wants you to come over."
Before they finished speaking, the two of them opened their eyes.
Then he followed the secretary into the president's office.
Fang Xiuying also wanted to follow in, but was stopped by her with a smile.
"My dear guest, the president wants to talk to Miss Su alone. Could you please wait a moment?"
The corners of her mouth were stretched to the most appropriate degree, her tone was gentle and sincere, and her manners were appropriate.
If it wasn't for her being stopped, Fang Xiuying would have praised her.
I can only say that no matter how good the etiquette is, it cannot suppress the anger in my heart.
"Get out of the way." Her face darkened and she looked very scary.
The secretary's face turned pale. At the moment she was stunned, Fang Xiuying waved her hand away and walked straight in.
By the time she reacted, Fang Xiuying had already walked in front of the president.
The president frowned and looked at her following behind him with displeasure on his face.
The secretary couldn't help but close her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the president waving his hand.
The secretary felt as if she had been pardoned and quickly retreated.
"Madam, who are you?" The president frowned and looked at Fang Xiuying and said.
Although Fang Xiuying is over 50 years old, she still looks very young and feels like a woman in her 30s or 40s.
Considering how gorgeous she was dressed, the president was worried that she might offend someone accidentally, so he asked cautiously.
Fang Xiuying raised her eyebrows: "You're asking me? I'm Su Qing's mother. I heard that you had something to do with her so early in the morning, so I came to see what's the urgent matter that requires you to call her back from out of town."
Hearing Fang Xiuying's words, the president's frown relaxed and he leaned back, becoming even more domineering.
He had already investigated and found out that Su Qing came from an ordinary family and her mother was just an ordinary middle-aged woman. There was nothing to worry about.
"You can't come in without an appointment. Considering that you are the mother of an artist in my company, if you leave now, I won't bother with you." He took out a cigar and turned to Su Qing.
“Can you cut it?”
Fang Xiuying had lived for most of her life and had never been treated like this before.
Then he rushed over, snatched his cigar and threw it on the ground: "You can talk if you want, if not, we'll leave."
"Shrew..." It was the first time that the president had seen such a person, and he immediately said with shaking hands.
"Come on, come on..."
"Bang" Fang Xiuying snorted coldly, took a deep breath, raised her hand and slammed the desk hard.
Su Qing subconsciously took a step back. The next second, the desk broke apart and the documents on the desk were scattered all over the floor.
The president swallowed the words he hadn't finished speaking.
"Great tricks, hero." He swallowed and finally calmed down.
Su Qing looked at the table, feeling like crying but unable to cry. This must be a synthetic board, otherwise how could she afford the compensation?
Fang Xiuying raised her hand and blew gently.
The boss saw it clearly and broke the tabletop with one hand. His hand was not injured, it wasn't even red at all.
Isn't it said that Chinese Kung Fu is just a trick to deceive foreigners? Why is there a real person here?
"Haha, let's talk it over nicely." The president silently kicked his feet and stepped back several meters until he hit the wall and stopped.
"Well, let's talk it over." Fang Xiuying took a chair and sat on it.
Su Qing took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, picked up a piece of broken wood and looked at it. She was relieved when she confirmed that it was a composite board.
Composite boards are good and not expensive.
"Yes, yes." The president's expression was still a little ugly.
Seeing this, Su Qing thought that if she let her mother continue talking like this, she probably wouldn't be able to get to the point in another hour.
Then he said, "Boss, what is the matter that you called me over here?"
The president opened his mouth, then suddenly closed it and looked at Fang Xiuying with some fear.
Fang Xiuying took out her cell phone and started browsing, seemingly completely uninterested in the conversation between the two.
The president breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly, "That's right, considering that you have caused serious negative impact on the company during this period.
Therefore, the company decided to terminate the contract with you, but you have to pay back the losses you caused. "
"Cough." Fang Xiuying coughed heavily.
The president's face turned pale, and when he bent down to take the contract, he suddenly froze for a moment.
Su Qing smiled silently: "President, are you talking about this composite board table?"
The president laughed and said nothing. He just quickly stuffed the contract into Su Qing's hand and said, "If there is no problem, sign it."
Su Qing took the contract, glanced through it briefly, and the expression on her face disappeared completely.
Although they knew that they would not let them go so easily today, they still needed to pay a severance pay of 3 million. Why didn't they rob them?
She glanced at the president, with a cold face, and tore the contract in half.
The president was afraid of her mother, but not her, and immediately scolded: “Amelia Su, what are you doing?”
"Can't you see? Why are you yelling?" Fang Xiuying looked up at him.
The president suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed his throat. Yes, he was not afraid of Su Qing, but her mother was here now.
"This composite board of yours is worth three million? Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm a sucker?" Su Qing rolled her eyes.
"Look carefully, because of your affairs, the company's shares have declined. Shouldn't you be held responsible for the losses caused?" The president frowned.
Businessmen are profit-driven. It is impossible for him to give up such a large sum of money just because of Fang Xiuying's words and actions.
Su Qing was not surprised and laughed: "If I remember correctly, there is no such clause in the contract signed with the company.
Besides, after these things were clarified, it must have brought some popularity to the company.”
"This is the company's financial statement." The president was too lazy to say more to her.
Su Qing didn't even look at it: "CEO, what you said is wrong. Am I the only artist in the company? So the profits and losses are all counted on me?
Besides, when the company signed the contract with me, it said it would give me so many resources, but I haven’t seen any of that.”