At noon, financial news broadcast a news about the Song family in Kyoto.
After a short period of time, song Ruifeng, the president of the company, was eventually replaced by song Ruifeng, who was in charge of the original company.
But now more than a month, Fengrui group was exposed yesterday morning corporate tax evasion scandal.
The financial analysis statement, which was originally classified as internal confidential information, was immediately disclosed. In the past three years, Fengrui's income and tax payment were all reasonable and compliant. However, only in the month after Song's taking over, only 10% of the tax payable was paid in the details of the current account with Italy.
Lu Yao and Shao Yunchen stood in the same place and looked up at the TV screen not far away. The female host on the screen was solemn and serious. After expounding the basic facts, they also showed the conjecture of the so-called professionals.
It has been disclosed that shangrui, the president of shangrui, was forced to step down by some improper means and degenerated into a manager of a small company because of his unwillingness to collude with the Song family.
Now that song's family has such a rich family background, it's hard to guarantee that it's not relying on so many years of improper income. What we have found out is only the tip of the iceberg. I'm afraid the number will be unimaginable.
Lu Yao felt numb from the palm to the foot at the first moment when she saw the news.
Shao Yunchen took back Long Teng again, which was attributed to song ran. More importantly, you Mao's operation was supported by the Song family, and its survival will be closely related to the rise and fall of the Song family.
Thinking of this, she curled up her five fingers slightly and turned her eyes to the man around her.
His eyes were calm, and he couldn't see the emotion for a moment.
But he can think of more things than he can think of.
So he reached out and quietly pulled the other party's sleeve, "Yun Chen, let's go back..."
Shao Yunchen droops his eyes and whispers "Hmmm". Before leaving, his cell phone suddenly rings in his arms.
Take out a look at the caller ID, is on the bottom of my heart guess that person.
He pressed to answer, addressing a sentence: "Mu general manager."
Mu Ming also saw the news at this time. He was in a hurry to pack up his things and prepare to go back to Kyoto. So he called Shao Yunchen and asked to postpone the seminar scheduled for tomorrow.
"Yes, please contact me at any time."
Shao Yunchen nodded, then hung up the phone and pushed the full cart to the cashier.
At this time, Lu Yao finally observed the man's slightly locked eyebrows and the gloomy breath on his face.
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the news of Fengrui's tax evasion came suddenly, and almost everyone was caught off guard, including song ran, who only knew about it after receiving a call from his assistant.
She rushed back to the company, sat alone in the office, read all the reports on the Internet in a short time.
Towards the evening, the assistant knocked on the door and came in with a pile of materials. "Miss, a group of reporters have been surrounded downstairs. Today, my colleagues will certainly be blocked on their way to work. Do you want the company to send a car to pick it up?"
"Well." Song Ran's eyes were deep and cold. He took back his sight from the computer screen in front of him. Then he raised his hand and said, "how's the public relations department?"
"The public relations provisions are in urgent preparation, but the specific voice needs to be finalized by you. Everyone is waiting in the conference room, depending on when you have time to go over..."
Said, she put some of the materials in her hands in front of song ran, "this is the copy they drafted out, you have a look at it first."
Song ran drooped her eyes, only looked at it and put it beside her. Although she was dissatisfied, she didn't get angry.
"Now all explanations will be misinterpreted as sophistry in front of the media. If there is no data to support it, we will take a basic attitude."
With that, she noticed that the other party was still holding a pile of information, so she leaned her head against the back of her chair and asked, "what else can I do for you?"
The assistant pursed his lips, and his face was somewhat embarrassed.
After a brief hesitation, he still took two steps forward. "This is the investment plan we sent to Fenghuang ancient town yesterday. It was returned by them an hour ago. There was no specific reason in the email. I sent someone to call to ask, saying that we would not consider cooperation with the Song family for the time being."
With such a result, song ran was not surprised, so she was not angry. She just calmly stared at her and stretched out her hand, "give it to me."
When she got the document back, she locked it in the next drawer.
At the moment of closing the drawer, the calm heart felt a pain for a moment. Then she slowly raised her lips and thought that the Song family might have no chance to invest in tourism.
When she looked up and saw that the assistant was pressing her lips nervously, she looked a little bit and told her frankly, "this is just the beginning. All the investment plans that song's currently in progress or have ended will be impacted by this matter. Can't you stand it now?""No The little assistant bit his teeth and waved his hands. "I just think that some people have used the Yin moves behind their backs, but those people just follow the trend indiscriminately."
This afternoon, although the assistant didn't go to see it deliberately, she also heard a lot of bad speculation from other people's ears. She felt aggrieved and resented for the first time since she joined the job, but there was no place to vent her pain.
In the face of her grievances, song ran felt a little ridiculous.
"What do you think the world should be like?" She stood up with her palms on her desk and lifted her feet out the door. "Go to the meeting room."
Out of the office, along the corridor all the way to the conference room, her steps are as firm and calm as ever, that kind of domineering natural posture makes the assistant who follows all the way have a kind of inexplicable peace of mind.
Because song ran knew that the world was like this.
Cruel and bloody.
She is not afraid of any setbacks that have come or will come.
After that, the meeting with the public relations department lasted until late at night.
One by one, the reporters squatting downstairs have already returned to their homes. Song ran announces the end of the meeting. Looking at the slowly empty conference room, he begins to lean on his chair and close his eyes for a rest.
At this time, the assistant came to report in a hurry, saying that Mr. Mu had already been waiting in the office.
She stood up with her hands on the armrest of her chair. When she stepped out again, she seemed a little flimsy because she didn't eat any food for a day. After she realized that it might be hypoglycemia, she turned her head and asked the people around her, "do you have any snacks there? Send me some."
Soon, the assistant came in with a pile of biscuits and chocolates and spread them out on the desk. "Miss, the snacks are all here."
Song ran picked up a piece of chocolate and took a bite. Then he sat down and looked at the man in front of him: "it's very late today. You can come back tomorrow."
Mu Ming throat moved up and down, the key time, the woman's calm and calm let him some dumb.
"That's fine." He got up and grabbed his suit jacket on the back of his chair. "I'll take you out to eat first. Chocolate won't cure your stomach."
He saw that song ran didn't want to let his body drag down his work, but when he was busy, it was inevitable that he couldn't pay attention to his meals.
Usually a chocolate bar is her daily source of calories.
The woman looked up at him a series of actions, chocolate in the lips and teeth slowly melt, some micro hesitation, or follow up to stand up, "OK."
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