Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 1092 - 1093: Unpopular Real Daughter 36
CHAPTER 1092: CHAPTER 1093: UNPOPULAR REAL DAUGHTER 36
Zhang Yu looked at Song Ziming appearing in front of him, without any surprise.
Zhang Yu had just arrived in Yangcheng yesterday, ready to go house hunting with the agent, but unexpectedly, Song Ziming showed up.
Song Ziming knew Zhang Yu was planning to look at houses, "The Song Family has property in Yangcheng."
"No need, I can rent."
"Besides, living in the Song Family’s house is not easy."
Zhang Yu could guess Song Ziming’s intention, "I’ve already mentioned it to the Old Master, I have no intention of returning to the Song Family."
"Nor do I have any thoughts about working for Song’s."
"After all, Song’s is adept at burning bridges once you’ve crossed them."
"How could it be?" Song Ziming didn’t expect Zhang Yu to be so difficult to deal with.
Song Ziming, when dealing with people, no matter how dissatisfied he is inside, would never be so blunt, yet Zhang Yu is such a person.
"Don’t say it won’t happen, I know too much about the Song Family."
"Need me to provide a few examples?"
"Honestly, the Song Family never shows mercy to those who have contributed."
"Song Ziming, you’re just like your dad, constantly wary of capable siblings."
"You know I have a talent in finance, you definitely have all kinds of misgivings about me, yet now you can still lower yourself to seek me out."
"Song’s situation isn’t good, is it? Well, no annual report in just a few months, and it’s expected to be very bad, right?"
"Song’s market share has been declining, right, and the product reputation should also be very bad, right?"
"I’m genuinely curious, as Song’s heir, have you thought about how to reverse this situation?"
"And Song’s leading competitors, all led by those who once worked at Song’s, people who led Song’s to glory, only to part ways unhappily."
"Has Song’s thought of any remedial measures?"
"Moreover, has Song’s reflected on whether, if back then Song’s had ended things gracefully, such situations wouldn’t happen now?"
Zhang Yu knew this was precisely the history Song’s wished to avoid, these were questions Zhang Yu couldn’t ask Song Weikang, for fear they might make Old Master Song faint.
But Song Ziming is young, and as Song’s heir, answering these questions shouldn’t be a problem.
Song Ziming knew Zhang Yu was sharp-tongued, whether it’s Song Yurong or Song Dafa, even Song Weikang, this girl wouldn’t give them face.
He was prepared that Zhang Yu wouldn’t give him any face either, but he didn’t expect Zhang Yu’s questions to be sharp beyond description.
They should be described as stabbing, as the fact that current competitors once worked at Song’s is a topic Song’s doesn’t discuss.
Yet Zhang Yu brought it up directly, angering Song Ziming, "This matter wasn’t handled by me, it was dealt with by Grandpa and Dad."
Song Ziming answered dryly, what could he say; in fact, if it were him, he might handle it the same way, as there’s no rationale for employees’ reputation in a company to exceed the boss’s.
"If you were in charge, how would you handle it?" Zhang Yu pressed further.
"I, I, I don’t know how to answer." Song Ziming was very embarrassed.
"Zhang Yu, you’re my sister, we’re blood siblings, we’re of the same parents, the tactics used on outsiders would never be used on you."
Song Ziming thought Zhang Yu pressed him, worrying she might end up the same.
Seeing Song Ziming repeatedly mention their sibling bond, Zhang Yu truly found it amusing.
"Back when Old Master Song rose again, his sister, your great aunt, also contributed greatly."
"Old Master Song mentioned that once Song’s thrived, he’d give her shares, yet only gave her 1%, while brothers who hadn’t helped in entrepreneurship each received 5% shares."
"Great aunt was furious upon finding out, sold her shares to rivals, and in Old Master Song’s eyes, she was betraying her family."
"As for Song Shijian, I recall an aunt, whose invention Song Shijian promised he wouldn’t treat her unfairly."
"After the product sold big, forget about benefits or shares, even the patent rights weren’t under the aunt’s name, directly under Song’s instead."
"Song Shijian’s relationship with that sister can be compared to your relationship with Song Qian."
"Yet when it came time to act, Song Shijian didn’t show any mercy."
"But to say, Song Shijian really is short-sighted; doesn’t he realize, one who develops something could also innovate new products."
"That aunt now holds many patent rights, but it’s a pity she no longer licenses to Song’s."
Zhang Yu kept clicking her tongue, "Whether it’s Song Weikang or Song Shijian, they’re this kind of people, and you were raised by them, the most satisfactory heir."
"Can you do better than them?"
"You’re likely only to be more ruthless than them."
"Your good relations with Song Qian, it’s because she has no interest in managing the company, only in enjoying life."
"And, she’s the fiancée of Fu Family heir Fu Jie."
"Otherwise, would you really have good relations with Song Qian?" Zhang Yu bluntly exposed Song Ziming.
Song Ziming was truly furious, "You, don’t you know your words are truly annoying."
Zhang Yu nodded, "Not only you say so, Song Yurong, Song Shijian, Song Weikang, now there’s you."
Zhang Yu was straightforward, "Some things, everyone knows, you don’t need to show up."
"I have no interest in Song’s, and Song’s shouldn’t expect me to return to work."
"I also won’t prop up Song’s in any way."
"After all, Song’s is powerful and doesn’t need a small figure like me to prop it up." Zhang Yu clearly stated her stance.
"You’re not interested in Song’s?" Song Ziming was puzzled why Zhang Yu wasn’t interested in Song’s, even if it was down now, the foundation was strong, far beyond Zhang Yu’s current assets.
"Why should I be interested in Song’s?" Zhang Yu retorted, "The Old Master must have told you, I started an investment company."
Song Ziming nodded, "Yes."
"It’s a wholly-funded investment company, whatever it earns is mine, no one to boss me or take my profits."
"No one takes my earnings and criticizes me."
"No one relying on so-called seniority, jumping around in front of me, even if dissatisfied, I’d have to comply like a grandson."
"Otherwise, I’d be seen as unfilial, subjected to criticism from everyone."
"Being the boss is great."