With this thought, Meng Jingwei's face lost all its cheerfulness. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Ask them from the side if they are Qing Muye's people. If they are, return the deposit and let them go."
Although the problems that occurred at Qing Muye's wedding had brought great negative impact to their 'Encounter' wedding planning, Meng Jingwei did not want to accept Qing Muye's help.
That scoundrel, with ulterior motives, the further she stayed away from him, the better.
On the other end of the phone, Shi Ran said with some regret, "Are we really going to refuse business that comes to our door? Sister Wei, more than ten people have resigned from our store. If we don't have any more business, it will shake the morale, and I'm afraid they..."
"Just do your job. I know what I'm doing."
Meng Jingwei didn't say much more to Shi Ran and hung up the phone.
Afterwards, sitting in the room, she suddenly remembered that the day after tomorrow was Old Mrs. Qing's birthday. Given the current situation, she suspected that Old Mrs. Qing would not be holding a birthday banquet anymore.
She needed to find a way to select a birthday gift for Old Mrs. Qing.
...
Songyu Group.
After finishing all the work on hand, Qing Muye returned to the company to handle his business.
Song Ci walked into the office and said to Qing Muye, "Boss, the stock dropped by three points as soon as it opened this afternoon. The senior management is in an uproar, and several directors are discussing holding a board meeting tomorrow."
Qing Muye held a teacup and sipped his tea while flipping through the documents on his desk, his attention fully focused on their content.
After a long while, he slowly said, "Let it be."
"Uncle Seven is back. I'm afraid there are some restless individuals who want to take this opportunity to muddy the waters and reap the benefits."
Song Ci understood the petty thoughts of these people in the company too well.
However, what he could think of, Qing Muye could naturally think of as well.
Instead, Qing Muye was calm and composed, never bothering himself with such matters, nor needing to bother with such trivialities.
"Respond to change with constancy."
Qing Muye signed his name with a flourish on the signature line of the document, closed the file, and handed it to Song Ci, asking, "How is the matter I asked you to arrange going?"
"Ah?"
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what his boss meant. He sighed dejectedly, "The brothers weren't smart enough, and the job was botched. Miss Meng returned the deposit and refused to take their business."
"Useless!"
Qing Muye said coldly.
Knock, knock, knock—
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.
Qing Muye looked up, his gaze falling on the person entering the door: it was Qing Sihui.
He slowly got up, "Uncle Seven?"
Song Ci turned around, saw Qing Sihui, nodded slightly, and bowed, "Uncle Seven is here. You two talk, I'll go down first."
Because Qing Muye and Song Ci had a close relationship, Song Ci called Qing Sihui "Uncle Seven" just like Qing Muye did.
Qing Sihui nodded and said nothing.
Song Ci walked out of the office and closed the door.
Inside the office, the two stood and sat, their gazes fixed on each other, their deep and complex eyes filled with unfathomable depth.
"If Uncle Seven has something to say, just say it."
Qing Muye knew Qing Sihui too well; he wouldn't come to him without a reason.
He definitely wouldn't come to the company just to look around.
Qing Sihui was wearing a formal suit and tie today, exuding the elegant nobility of a mature man in his demeanor.
He turned sideways, walked leisurely to the nearby resting area, sat on the sofa, and said, "What do you think about yesterday's wedding incident?"
"Grandmother asked you to investigate?"
Qing Muye crossed his legs, leaned back in his executive chair, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, and tapped his backhand rhythmically with his fingers. His lazy posture exuded a wildness of someone in a superior position.
"Yesterday's incident concerns the Qing family's reputation. As the matriarch, Old Mrs. Qing will naturally investigate thoroughly."
Qing Sihui had some foreign blood in him, a definite mixed-blood.
He was the illegitimate son of Old Master Qing, but after being brought back to Lancheng in his early years, he lived with Old Mrs. Qing for a long time, and thus always addressed her as 'Mother' in front of her.
However, in front of others, he was accustomed to calling her 'Old Mrs. Qing.'
"I will handle this matter myself, there's no need for Uncle Seven to worry."
Qing Muye took a cigarette from the box on the desk, placed it in his mouth, lit it, and took a slow drag, saying indifferently.
His attitude was clear: he did not want Qing Sihui to intervene in this matter.
But Qing Sihui shrugged helplessly, spread his hands, and smiled, "It's my mother's order, of course I must obey."
At this moment, his phone rang from his pocket. He took out his phone and couldn't help but curve his lips.
"Mother's intention is for me to 'request' Miss Meng to cooperate with the investigation. Muye, what do you think?" He glanced at Qing Muye, testing him.
Qing Muye's movement of holding the cigarette paused, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He swept a scrutinizing glance at Qing Sihui, then slowly withdrew his gaze, "Uncle Seven is a smart person. Who can be touched, and who cannot be touched, I think..."
He deliberately paused for a few seconds before continuing, "You should be very clear!"
These words carried a strong warning.
"Since you like Miss Meng, why are you marrying Miss Li? Now it's become like this. Muye, it's not that I'm lecturing you, Uncle Seven, but this matter was handled improperly by you."
Qing Sihui leaned sideways on the sofa, one hand resting on his crossed knee, the other on the back of the sofa. His arrogant posture was like a silent contest between him and Qing Muye.
"Since you know it's my business, Uncle Seven's hand shouldn't reach so far!"
Qing Muye's attitude was cold, giving Qing Sihui no face at all.
"Hahahaha."
Qing Sihui laughed instead of getting angry, "Uncle Seven has never been one to meddle in other people's business. As you've seen, you've had the public relations team handling the wedding incident. Although it hasn't caused too much loss to the company, the stock evaporated by two billion yesterday. You have to give the board an explanation, don't you?"
"Since you don't want me to find Miss Meng, then I'll go directly to the Xiao family. If we don't show the Xiao family some color, do they think the Qing family has no one in charge?"
Qing Sihui's final remark sounded like he was saying the Xiao family was ungrateful and provoking the Qing family.
In reality, he was implying Qing Muye's inaction.
Knowing that the mastermind behind it was the Xiao family, he had taken no action. This not only damaged the Qing family's reputation but would also be ridiculed by others.
"I have my own plans for my affairs," Qing Muye flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, saying no more.
Qing Sihui raised his wrist and checked his watch, "It's getting late, I'll be going now."
He got up and left directly.
After leaving Songyu Group and getting into his car, Qing Sihui instructed his subordinate, "Lancheng is quite peaceful, which is rather boring. It's time to add some excitement to life. Then... let's start with the Xiao family."
The driver in the driver's seat immediately understood Qing Sihui's intention, "Yes, Seventh Master, I'll inform them immediately."