Zhong Ruanxing was not surprised at all by what she heard today. The struggle for interests among aristocratic families was much more fierce than this. It could be seen from the attitudes of people from the first and second households towards Song JinXing that they were very dissatisfied with him taking over the Song Corporation beyond his uncles.
In the entire Song family, except for grandpa and grandma, probably only fourth aunt Song Siru had some true feelings for this nephew.
Don't be fooled by Song Xinwen's teaching of Song Jingwu tonight. He just didn't want the Song Corporation to be dragged down to damage its fundamental interests. If there was a way to pull Song JinXing down from his current position someday, Zhong Ruanxing thought he would definitely not show mercy.
After the conversation ended, the two people behind the artificial mountain also left. Zhong Ruanxing slowly stood up from the niche and sent a message to Fu Ling. Soon, Song Shuling, who came to look for her, waved to her from the opposite colonnade, "Brother, here!"
When she returned, Song JinXing had already accompanied grandma back. Old Master Song glanced at her as if he knew everything but didn't ask anything, just told his "granddaughter-in-law" to accompany him to play two rounds of chess.
Zhong Ruanxing also followed to sit aside and secretly learned the skills. After watching for a while, fourth aunt Song Siru walked over and called him, "Ah Xing, come here for a second."
Zhong Ruanxing walked over. Song Wenyin, who was always nervous when she saw him, stood behind her mother and timidly called him, "Third brother."
Song Siru patted her and was a little resentful that she was not very smart: "He is your brother, not a stranger! Talk to him yourself!"
Song Wenyin was introverted. She was actually fine when she was outside since she was trained by Song Siru after all. Her behavior was polite and she knew when to advance and retreat. She was the kind of girl who you could tell at first glance was well-educated and nurtured. But she was always restrained in front of this unsociable third brother.
This was probably also related to the image that Song JinXing presented to the Song family after returning to China.
Zhong Ruanxing's eyes were gentle with a hint of soothing encouragement: "Wenyin, is there anything?"
Song Wenyin looked at Song Siru then finally worked up the courage to say: "Third brother, I'm graduating this June. I'm preparing to do an internship now. I want to go to the headquarters and learn from you."
Song Siru was currently in charge of several Song Corporation branches whose scales and performances were not bad. Big first household and second household like Song Xinwen and Song Jingwu also had several such branches under them that Song JinXing usually did not interfere with their operations.
But no matter what, they still lacked some appeal compared to the Song Group headquarters.
Except for the idle Song Lecheng, Song Jiaci and Song Jiawei were all working in branches of each household. To them, the headquarters was just the fixed monthly dividend shares. When old Master Song was still in power, Song Xinwen and Song Jingwu had both wanted to send their children to the headquarters but the old master didn't agree and made them hone their skills in the branches.
It was not until Song JinXing returned to China and took over the entire headquarters that the first and second households became very dissatisfied with him.
Later, the old master did mention that Song Jiaci and Song Jiawei could enter the headquarters and arrange important positions to help Song JinXing manage the company. However, the choices were obvious between going to the headquarters to take orders from Song JinXing and being the boss who had the final say in the branches.
Now that Song Wenyin took the initiative to come out with it, Zhong Ruanxing naturally knew Song JinXing's views on these siblings and did not make things difficult. He just laughed and nodded: "Okay, tell me which department you want to go to and I'll have Fu Ling arrange it for you."
Song Wenyin did not expect her third brother to agree to her request so easily. She was not some fool. She had always noticed the tense relationship between the first and second households and her third brother. Although she only wanted an internship, proposing to go to the headquarters at this time, she was afraid her third brother would overthink.
But fortunately, her third brother did not seem to have any abnormalities. Song Wenyin breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and became happy too.
On the way back from the family banquet, Zhong Ruanxing told Song JinXing about both things that happened today.
Of course Song JinXing had no opinion on Song Wenyin doing an internship at the company, but he knew more about the other matter than Zhong Ruanxing.
"The one with the surname Kang that big brother mentioned is probably the person who partnered with second brother to do the Chunfeng charity before. The person behind the surname Kang is someone from the political circle. They use the name of charity to launder money from dubious sources."
The topic involved was too sensitive so Song JinXing did not explain further, but Zhong Ruanxing still understood.
Wasn't it just using charity to launder corrupt officials' money?
No wonder Song Xinwen was so nervous. If this matter was exposed, although it was Song Jingwu's personal behavior, the level of people involved was too high. It would inevitably implicate the entire Song family. Whether it was pressure from above or public opinion later, it would be enough to cause the Song family to pay a huge price.
Zhong Ruanxing was a little angry: "What should we do now?"
Song JinXing coldly chuckled: "Looks like the lesson last time was not enough. I could break his hand before, now I can break his leg."
Zhong Ruanxing held his hand.
The coldness in Song JinXing's eyes instantly dissipated. He held her fingers in return and kissed them: "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do."
She smiled contentedly and also pulled his hand over to kiss it: "Of course I'm not worried. At worst, we can ask the old master to come out from the mountain. I think the old master knows everything clearly."
Song JinXing recalled the old master's performance today and shook his head with a smile.
Zhong Ruanxing pulled him closer in a snuggling posture, rubbed her forehead against his cheek lightly, and said softly: "I want to talk to second brother first. If he remains stubborn, then we'll use your method, okay?"
Moreover, from what she heard today and their usual interactions, it was obvious that Song Jingwu had a personality that yielded to softness but not force and cared about face.
The more you fiercely pursued and attacked him, the more unconvinced he would be and the more he would oppose you to compete for superiority. Although the Song family was now in Song JinXing's hands, after all they were still family, old Master's own son. If driven to desperation, even a dog will jump over the wall, given Song Jingwu's personality, it would not be impossible for him to resort to mutual destruction in the end.
There was a lack of flexibility and evasiveness in Song JinXing's personality. If he had Cheng Yaowen's personality, he could have long played Song Jingwu in his palm.
But it was also because of this that he was the unique Song JinXing.
What he lacked, Zhong Ruanxing could make up for him.
She thought this was probably the meaning of their mutual exchange.
The two leaned quietly against each other. After a while, Song JinXing deeply breathed in her scent at her neck: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
