On the phone, Song Wanting's assistant said to him: "Mr. An, our President Song can spare 20 minutes to meet with you at six o'clock this afternoon. Would you like to make an appointment for this time slot?"
As the eldest son of An Chongqiu, no matter which company boss he visited, it was impossible for the other party to set a time for him and only give him 20 minutes for the meeting. This was the first time for Song Wanting.
However, An Chongqiu at this moment did not feel any displeasure. Instead, he said happily: "No problem, please make an appointment for me. I must be at the Song Group before six o'clock!"
At 5:30 in the afternoon, An Chongqiu had already arrived at the Song Group. After waiting in the lounge for half an hour, Song Wanting's assistant came over and said to him: "Mr. An, Miss Song can see you, please follow me."
An Chongqiu quickly stood up and said, "Thank you!"
The assistant brought An Chongqiu to Song Wanting's office, and said to Song Wanting: "Mr. Song, Mr. An Chongqiu has arrived."
Song Wanting raised her head, looked at An Chongqiu, and said with a smile, "Mr. An, we meet again."
Seeing Song Wanting, An Chongqiu smiled very modestly and said: "Hello Miss Song, we meet again, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me."
Song Wanting smiled and said, "You are being polite."
As she said that, she invited An Chongqiu to sit down in the sofa area, and she herself sat opposite to An Chongqiu, and asked curiously: "I don't know why Mr. An came to see me this time?"
An Chongqiu quickly said: "That's right, Ms. Song, at the last Huichun Pill auction, An Mou was indeed a bit abrupt and broke the rules of the auction, so I have been a little embarrassed. I came here today to express my gratitude to you and the person behind you. The owner of the Rejuvenation Pill apologized."
Song Wanting smiled, and said: "Mr. An doesn't need to make a special trip to apologize for this, the auction has already made its own opinion on your behavior, and you have already paid the corresponding price for your behavior at that time. So no need to apologize for that."
An Chongqiu smacked his lips secretly, but he didn't expect Song Wanting to be a bit awkward when he was telling the truth. She wanted to apologize voluntarily as a way of showing her inferior attitude, but in the end she didn't even give her the chance to bow her head.
In fact, Song Wanting respected An Chongqiu in her heart.
This respect has nothing to do with his status as An's eldest son, but because he is Ye Chen's uncle.
To Ye Chen, Song Wanting has long felt that there is nothing to repay, and she naturally has to respect Ye Chen's elders.
But the problem is, Ye Chen doesn't plan to recognize An's family yet, so Song Wanting doesn't dare to be polite to An Chongqiu, because An Chongqiu knew that he would bow his head even when he came to the door about the previous auction. If he is too polite, he will definitely notice something abnormal.
At this moment, An Chongqiu didn't dare to be angry or displeased at all, so he could only smile and ask cautiously: "Miss Song, to tell you the truth, An has always admired the owner of the Rejuvenation Pill. At the auction, my father was seriously ill and urgently needed good medicine to treat him, so I was a little abrupt because of my impatience, I hope Miss Song can help me explain it to him and ask for his forgiveness."
Song Wanting smiled and said: "Mr. An is thinking too much. What you broke the rules of the auction that day has nothing to do with him. This logic is like the traffic rules are formulated by the traffic control department, but if you bump into someone while driving, there is no need to report to the traffic control department." The department apologized, and there is no need for forgiveness from the traffic control department."
An Chongqiu felt like being kicked back to the spot repeatedly as a ball.
Because of repeated repetitions, he still summoned up his courage and said, "Miss Song, let me tell you straight. I have something that I want to verify with the owner of the Huichun Pill in person. I also hope that you can introduce me. Whether or not, the An family will always remember Miss Song's kindness!"
Song Wanting pursed her lips and smiled, and said seriously: "Mr. An, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the gentleman you want to see has left Jinling since the last auction."
"Leaving Jinling?" An Chongqiu hurriedly asked: "Then, may I ask, does Miss Song know the name of this gentleman?"
Song Wanting shook her head: "I don't know."
An Chongqiu asked suspiciously: "Miss Song, this gentleman cooperates with your Song Group. His Rejuvenation Pill was auctioned on your behalf, and the huge amount of money sold was also collected by you. How can you not know about such a close cooperation? His real identity? If Ms. Song can reveal one or two pointers, the An family will do their best to repay him!"
Song Wanting replied: "Mr., the dragon can't see the end. My Song family was lucky to be selected by him to organize the Huichun Pill Auction for him. I am already very lucky. How can I find out the true identity of Mr.? As for the auction proceeds you mentioned Funds, if I tell you that the funds are still in the account of the auction, and the husband never took them away, would you believe me?"
An Chongqiu suddenly became silent.
He knew that it was up to him to believe or not to believe this kind of thing, and he had nowhere to prove whether he believed it or not.
In desperation, he could only explain in an extremely sincere tone: "Miss Song, to tell you the truth, some time ago, my An family suffered a catastrophe. Fortunately, a mysterious person came to help at a critical moment, and then this mysterious person even I also rescued a dying friend of mine, and I came this time to verify whether the savior and the gentleman you mentioned are the same person."
After all, he said pleadingly: "Miss Song must have the contact information of that gentleman. An does not ask you to give me his contact information, but only asks you to help me to verify it with him..." JrNovels.com