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"This old acquaintance is here again!"
Qing Yuansheng nodded at Song Pearl and naturally sat down in the chair opposite Hong Dong, holding a document in his hand.
"President Hong, this is what Wen Yu worked on during overtime. He went to take his mother to the doctor and left early this morning. I helped him with a leave of absence," Qing Yuansheng said.
Hearing this, Hong Dong asked with concern, "Isn't it that Sister-in-law is fine? Why did she go out of town for treatment?"
"Isn't it because Wen Yu is worried? Since he was young, he has been close to his mother. Now that he has grown up, even if she coughs, he insists on taking her to the hospital before he feels at ease," Qing Yuansheng replied with a smile. "He insisted on going to Eastern International Hospital because their medical standards are high."
"Eastern International Hospital is reassuring. I've heard that the nurses there all have master's degrees and have studied abroad," President Hong said.
Listening to the two gossiping about family matters, Song Pearl couldn't help but roll her eyes. Just because someone studied abroad doesn't mean their medical skills are superior.
As a native fish, she had always held a strong sense of local identity. After becoming human, her local sentiment expanded somewhat but had not yet transcended to foreign lands.
After enduring their discussion about international affairs for a while longer, Song Pearl finally couldn't take it anymore and said, "Can you stop chatting about personal matters? Let's get down to business."
She had plenty of things to attend to and hadn't even had breakfast. Although she wasn't hungry, she didn't have time to sit here listening to two old men chat aimlessly.
Seeing President Hong pick up the documents on the table, Song Pearl took a sip of water from the cup on the tea table. She still felt a bit nervous, her eyes fixed on President Hong's expression.
"Well, although I wasn't optimistic about this place initially, we are currently facing a financial crisis and it's not suitable for investment. However, it seems this project is indeed quite good... But is that piece of land really as good as it looks? From what’s written, it seems like investing there will yield gold," President Hong looked at Qing Yuansheng and asked, "Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
"I was also dazzled; it looks quite tempting. Wen Yu has returned from studying abroad and has seen a lot; we should really ask him for specifics," Qing Yuansheng replied with an air of shrewdness.
"We can't wait any longer; we need to decide!" Song Pearl moved her lips.
President Hong said, "Anyway, the land there isn't expensive. We can buy it first and then discuss further. I remember that the village officials and villagers were very eager to sell the land. Once the contract is drafted, you can go there again to represent our group and sign the contract with the village."
"That's right," Song Pearl smiled.
"Can I go sign the contract? I feel like I'm overstepping my authority a bit," Qing Yuansheng said with a laugh, his cheeks and double chin trembling.
"What's this? Our rights are equal; there's no hierarchy here," President Hong said, picking up a pen and glancing at Song Pearl again. "We need to add a clause for this girl. I've already agreed; what do you think?"
"Add a clause?" Qing Yuansheng was puzzled, thinking the plan was already quite detailed.
"It means that there are a few households in Song Family Village that we need to hold off on reclaiming the land until they agree to sell," Hong Dong explained.
"Isn't that a bit inappropriate? If they refuse for three, five, or even ten years, we won't be able to proceed with the project!"
Qing Yuansheng clicked his tongue. "I see that Wen Yu's proposal clearly states that if there is no interference with the project's progress, it can extend until next summer's harvest. If we relax it further for these common folks, I think that's unacceptable!"
After finishing his point, Qing Yuansheng turned to Song Pearl. "Whose child are you?"
Song Pearl paused, recalling that her father, Song Shiting, had issues with Qing Yuansheng. She wondered if her family's house and the Fish Pond were related to him.
"My dad is Song Shiting," Song Pearl said with a smile, speaking naturally.
"Then let's leave Song Shiting's Fish Pond and house untouched; they will remain under her family's ownership. The others can follow the plan," Qing Yuansheng blurted out without thinking, feeling conflicted yet believing it was the only reasonable approach.
Song Pearl naturally loved to smile quietly. So smiling wasn't difficult for her. However, she didn't yet realize that she wouldn't be able to smile freely in the future because she had chosen to control others' perceptions with her smile; anyone who saw her smile would become like a puppet.
In the end, Hong Dong approved the plan based on Song Pearl's opinion and immediately arranged for the Secretary to draft the contract, deciding to go to Song Family Village in three days to sign it.
Before you sign the contract, call the Team Headquarters of Song Family Village and prohibit them from touching my family's property.
"Alright, I'll make the call." Qing Yuansheng took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Um, Old Song, let's not touch that house belonging to Song Shiting, and let's keep the Fish Pond as well... Two machines broke down? Didn't we send someone over to fix them yesterday? It's fine, I'll handle the costs..."
Song Pearl walked out of the Hongqing Group office building, quite satisfied, waving goodbye to Hongqing Group. She hoped they would no longer cause trouble for her family.
In a good mood, Song Pearl arrived at the hospital, ready to tell Song Shiting that she was going back to the village for a while. To her surprise, Song Shiting informed her that he was preparing to be discharged today.
"Has the doctor allowed you to leave?" Song Pearl was skeptical; she suspected that Song Shiting was trying to save money by leaving early.
"The doctor examined me today; I'm recovering well and there's no need to stay any longer. They've already prescribed medication for me to take home. Once this injection is done, we can go," Song Shiting said, looking quite healthy.
"Dad, I've brought the medication," Song Fei entered with two bags of Western medicine. Seeing Song Pearl, he complained, "Sis, where did you run off to this morning? Just being lazy!"
"Sis is an adult; Dad didn't ask me. What business is it of yours?" Song Pearl laughed as she pinched Song Fei's nose.
"I'll do it, I'll do it," Song Fei immediately replied.
Why is he being so obedient? He didn't even act spoiled. Song Pearl felt a bit puzzled but didn't realize it was her own issue.
As the three of them left the hospital, they happened to run into Qing Wenyu from the adjacent high-end ward, accompanying her mother as they walked out.
Weren't they supposed to go out of town for surgery? Why haven't they left yet? Song Pearl wondered. Thinking about how this kind woman might not be as well as she appeared, she felt a bit sympathetic.
When Song Shiting saw them, he stopped in his tracks and tried to avoid them, but the woman supported by Qing Wenyu looked up and spotted him.
"Song Erge, are these your children?" Mother Qing's face lit up with surprise. "You're hospitalized here too?"
Song Shiting originally planned to dodge, but had no choice but to approach and said, "Tian Yue, what a coincidence to run into you at the hospital. I had a headache earlier, came over for a few injections, and now I'm fine. I just got discharged today."
"Oh, is it serious? Sigh, I've been feeling dizzy too these days," Mother Qing replied.
It turned out that Qing Wenyu's mother was named Tian Yue. Song Pearl thought for a moment and realized she had never heard Song Shiting and his wife mention this name.
"Wen Yu, this is your uncle," Tian Yue said as she pulled Qing Wenyu over for an introduction.
Qing Wenyu nodded with a "mm," still wearing a blank expression.
"My son is too introverted and doesn't like to talk, so please don't mind!" Tian Yue said somewhat awkwardly to Song Shiting. "Actually, he has a good heart; he just doesn't know how to express it."
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