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Song Zhaoyan tore off the blanket on her body, revealing the vague marks on her neck. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Pei Yi Chen, smiling like a flaunting Spring Flower.

Pei YiChen gritted his teeth, his dark pupils seemed to be ablaze with fire.

He turned around stiffly, "Song Zhaoyan, do you even have any shame?"

Song Zhaoyan found this funny, "The Song Family still has hundreds of people waiting for me to save. How could I have the face to be so carefree?"

"This is it." Pei Zi Yun had no desire to continue chatting with this man. He forcefully maintained his composure as he took out a cheque from his coat and threw it on the ground. Fifty million, that's it. " He spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion.

Finished speaking, he left the room in large strides without looking back.

These seemingly calm footsteps actually contained quite a bit of anger.

Outside the window, a desolate, cold wind finally blew in through the window, sweeping up the cheque on the ground and bringing it closer to Song Zhaoyan.

Song Zhaoyan lowered her head, picked up the cheque and held it in her hand. Her face was no longer as wild and unruly as before.

"Even the wind is laughing at me." She looked up and smiled wryly.

Fifty million …

That was a lot, but the Song Family had lost 1.5 billion.

1.5 billion was the only way to save the former Song Corporation, and the only way to save his brother in prison.

As for Pei YiChen, he still needed to work hard and leave her with few chances left. She had to grasp every opportunity and use the shortest amount of time to exchange for the highest amount of benefits.

If …

Forget it, it was fine if he didn't mention it then.

Song Zhaoyan did not think anymore, she hurriedly put on her clothes, turned around and entered the battle to save the Song family. If she walked out, she would still have to support the heaven and earth.

Below the Song Corporation, in order to avoid the debt collectors and reporters, Song Zhaoyan sneaked into the company from the first floor.

Only a few people from the company's upper echelons came. The entire meeting room was filled with gloom.

"Yanyan, Song Qi was captured and elder Song is injured. We didn't want to make things difficult for a girl like you, but we need someone to take care of these things." Elder Xu said with difficulty as he looked at the haggard girl in front of him.

Uncle Xu, I understand. This is my responsibility. Song Zhaoyan touched her forehead, feeling more and more anxious.

"So when is the money coming in? "The salaries of the hundreds of employees in the branch are still in arrears. They've all gone to the television station. Where can I put my face?" Elder Li, who had a violent temper, questioned Song Zhaoyan directly.

"I'm already thinking of a way to deal with it. I've already contacted someone, I'll definitely get it over with as soon as possible." Song Zhaoyan was truly tired, but she still wanted to calm the company down.

Although he said that, the current Song Family was like a virus that no one was willing to touch.

While they were arguing, a phone call came in.

Caller ID: Zhao Yuan.

Song Zhaoyan's face lit up and she quickly picked it up.

"Hello Uncle Zhao."

"Little Yan, I've already helped you ask about your family's matters." Zhao Yuan asked hesitantly.

"Thank you. If you need anything, just say it." Song Zhaoyan hurriedly took over tactfully.

Um, you know as well, my family's situation isn't too optimistic. Uncle Zhao is already trying his best to help you, see, I have a plan tonight, and it's all big shots that I've invited for you. If there's anything, we can negotiate it with everyone.

What good way could Zhao Yuan find? There was something wrong with this game.

"Alright, Uncle Zhao. I'll be there tonight."

However, she could only accept it with a desperate attitude. She could not afford to miss a single opportunity.

Moreover, the current her was afraid of encountering something even more unlucky.

She, Song Zhaoyan, was the most afraid of trouble.