The Song family is on the rise. Song Liufu, who is at the top of the clothing industry, has focused his main energy on catering in the past two years.
At the beginning of the year, he opened a chain of Western restaurants in Guangyu Province. Despite all the push and advertising, the revenue was still not satisfactory.
In desperation, Song Liufu closed his shop and started over again. Four months later, he opened a high-end beef hotpot restaurant.
It is still targeted at wealthy people with a little money.
This time it went well.
Song Liufu went on a business trip to inspect the location of the branch.
Unexpectedly, before landing and eating something hot, Song's official website was exploded.
"Find out what happened?"
Song Liufu wiped the sweat from his forehead. Guangyu Province is like spring all year round, and the temperature rarely drops below 25 degrees.
Jiangzhou is near the sea, and it is almost late autumn.
He wore a thick windbreaker with a thin knitted sweater underneath when he boarded the plane. Now that he had taken off his coat, his face was still red from the heat.
"It's unclear what the specific situation is."
The secretary paled in anger and spoke incoherently, "Several suppliers suddenly proposed to suspend cooperation with us. The procurement also said that the goods orders scheduled at the beginning of the month have not been seen yet."
"Cotton is still in stock, but other fabrics have been cleared."
"If we don't have the raw materials next week, we may not be able to deliver overseas orders. Also, the models and designers originally scheduled are not available at short notice. Our brand may not be able to be included in the Winter Fashion Week."
"Also, two designers have submitted their resignations."
The secretary spoke more and more quietly.
The Song family has been at the forefront of the fashion industry for many years, and has signed contracts with three big-name designers, all of whom are sought-after talents around the world.
It was a trendsetter for a time.
In order to retain these three designers, Song Liufu paid high annual salaries, which is almost unique in the industry.
Coupled with the star effect, Song's clothing counters occupy most of the high-end shopping malls.
Even though it's expensive, there's still no shortage of suitors.
But there are only two months left before this year's Winter Fashion Week. If it doesn't make its debut by then, we don't know what will happen to the outside world.
The most important thing is that although the Song family has made a lot of money and is famous, there are also many opponents in the industry.
Song Liufu usually did things that added insult to injury, but if it were him now, it would definitely be even worse.
"Damn, these white-eyed wolves, how can I raise such people by giving them such a high annual salary?"
Song Liufu was furious, "Which two are leaving? Are they being poached?"
"That's not true. Both Teacher Wang and Teacher Zhang said they would go abroad for further study. I haven't contacted the remaining teacher Guan yet. I heard from his assistant that Teacher Guan is on vacation this month and won't answer any work calls."
The secretary flipped through the itinerary in his hand, "The main topic that netizens blasted was the exaggerated publicity of our company's products, and Miss Song's remarks were posted online."
"What remarks?"
Song Liufu was checking information from major suppliers and didn't even bother to look at the address of the new store.
"...Well, just some curse words and a video of her beating someone."
The secretary couldn't explain clearly, so he simply pushed the tablet in front of Song Liufu.
What was playing on the screen was the scene of Song Ruru beating Qin Yanran in the coffee shop, and every word she said was intercepted and broadcast.
It's obviously been edited.
But netizens don't care. If there is one leader, there will be countless followers.
Within two hours of the matter brewing, Song's official website was already filled with curses.
When Song Liufu saw his precious daughter's arrogance, he almost couldn't hold his breath.
Don't let others take credit for this. Just beating people is enough for Mrs. Song to drink a pot.
If it's just a product quality issue or a publicity issue, there's still room for improvement.
But if it’s a human problem, it’s difficult.
What's more serious is that Song Ruru also has the title of product director in Song Corporation.
This was the entry procedure that Song Liufu personally handled for her.
The original intention was to find something for Song Ruru to do and to give her some training.
Now it has become Heizi's best weapon to smear the Song family.
"Who, who did it?"
Song Liufu pressed his forehead hard, veins pulsing.
"No, I don't know."
The secretary bowed and whispered.
"Where's the eldest lady?"
After a while, Song Liufu, who had calmed down a little, straightened his face and asked.
"Still at home, not out."
The entrance to Song's villa was jammed with people from the media and reporters who had heard about it. There were people at the front door and the back door of the garage.
It's hard to get out of the house.
Seeing that Song Liufu's face turned even worse, the secretary added a few words: "I have contacted the media that I am familiar with and tried to get them to do some work, but they refused to answer the phone."
"Not only reporters from Jiangzhou, but also from other stations."
After saying that, the secretary looked around nervously, for fear of being recognized.
They were standing on the street. What if they were surrounded by people and something happened to them?
"Book a flight and go back to Jiangzhou."
Song Liufu took a deep breath and went home helplessly.
He was very sure that someone was messing with the Song family.
However, Song Liufu had no idea who could do it. He sat in the business class and thought hard, but he still had no idea.
The Song family has so many opponents that at first glance anyone could be a possibility.
But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't look like someone who would use this method.
The instigator, Chen Ming, said hello to Dr. Fang and Wang Zili at noon, then left early and drove to the top floor of Genting Hotel.
"Doctor Chen please come in."
The young man, whose facial features were somewhat similar to President Lin's, saw that it was him and immediately invited the person in happily.
Chen Ming walked in without squinting, "Are you ready? This acupuncture will be very painful."
As he spoke, he washed his hands and took out the wooden box containing the silver needle.
"A little pain is nothing, as long as I can be healthy."
President Lin laughed.
As long as Chen Ming is willing to take action, he can live and die in pain.
Chen Ming motioned for him to lie down, and in the next second he pulled out three plum blossom needles from a row of silver needles, and stabbed them firmly and firmly into the three acupoints of Qingming, Diabolo, and Suspension.
As the needle tip penetrated, President Lin gritted his teeth and groaned, and his fingers that were originally flat on both sides tightly grasped the sheets.
"grandfather!"
The young man frowned, but as soon as he exclaimed, Chen Ming gave him a half-hearted glance.
His hands and feet suddenly became numb, and he shut up instantly as his heart trembled.
Regarding Chen Ming, young people accidentally learned about it through hearsay from Chairman Lin.
Before coming to Jiangzhou, he thought that his family had deceived him.
But that look just now made him break into a cold sweat.
Chen Ming had no time to talk to him.
After making sure that President Lin's body could bear it, he changed the filiform needles and placed the last three needles at the Bitong, Shuigou, and Chengjian points.
The buzzing acupuncture method improved by him only has six needles, but it is more effective and more practical.
"alright."
"Just follow the previous prescription, focus on warmth and nourishment, avoid alcohol and spicy food."
Chen Ming quickly finished the acupuncture, emphasized the precautions when closing the acupuncture, and left.
Not long after, Song Liufu landed in Jiangzhou.
