Song Xuejiao didn’t have that fierce temperament her father possessed.
She never involved herself in the affairs of the older generation; in fact, every “big family” has its problems, which could be considered a characteristic of the era.
For people of Yang Hao and Song Xuejiao’s age group, most of their parents were born in the sixties. There were no restrictions from the family planning policy during that era, nor were there mortgages or auto loans. Raising children seemed like a simple task, so each family had several children, which led to the current phenomenon of “big families.”
However, for Yang Hao and Song Xuejiao’s generation, most were single children, and having two or three siblings was considered a lot.
While Song Guocheng was still appraising the luxurious villa in front of him, Song Xuejiao had already pressed the doorbell next to the main gate.
Unexpectedly for the father and daughter, the person who came out was a young and beautiful girl, whose hair was still somewhat damp, likely having just taken a shower.
“You must be Miss Song, right?”
“Mr. Yang is waiting for you in the tea room!”
The person who came out was her older sister Bai Yun, who, while speaking, was smilingly sizing up Song Xuejiao.
When Bai Yun heard from Yang Hao that he was meeting a woman at the villa, she thought she might be a competitor.
After seeing the woman in person, she realized she had worried over nothing. Song Xuejiao, though not bad-looking, was obviously of a certain age, at least in her thirties.
Having ruled out the possibility of a rival, Bai Yun was exceptionally courteous to Song Xuejiao.
“Yes, I’m Song Xuejiao,”
“I have an appointment with Mr. Yang about a job opportunity.”
Song Xuejiao, not knowing Bai Yun’s identity, cordially exchanged a few words with her, then pointed to her father Song Guocheng and introduced him, “This is my father, who drove me here.”
“Ah, please come inside, both of you.”
The father and daughter bore some resemblance to each other, so Bai Yun had guessed Song Guocheng’s identity, though she found it odd that someone would bring their father to discuss employment.
Following Bai Yun into the villa, Song Guocheng brought up the rear, his gaze roving all around, while internally he never stopped complaining: Corruption, oh! The corruption!!
Just the precious flowers and plants in the yard must cost a fortune, not to mention the outdoor swimming pool—the maintenance alone would cost tens of thousands a year, equivalent to an average person’s annual salary!
Once inside the villa, Song Guocheng was even more astonished. The decor was traditional Chinese, with redwood furniture like sofas and coffee tables on the first floor. Having been in charge of an antiquities section for a while, he knew a fair bit about these items. He roughly estimated that the furniture in the living room alone must cost at least several million, if not tens of millions.
That girl Wang Jingru could introduce her daughter to such a wealthy boss with just a single sentence; their relationship must be complicated!
Song Guocheng thought to himself, in his bones he was naturally unwilling to admit his daughter was any less than others.
At this point, Song Xuejiao wasn’t as preoccupied with thoughts as her father. Upon seeing Mr. Yang’s strength, all she could think about was seizing this opportunity to restart her career.
In the tea room.
Bai Xue had just brewed a pot of Tieguanyin for Yang Hao.
Drinking green tea in this season was quite pleasant, with its heat-reducing, refreshing, and stimulating effects.
“Mr. Yang, good to meet you, we spoke on the phone before.”
“I am Jingru’s cousin, Song Xuejiao.”
Upon entering the tea room, Song Xuejiao greeted him with a smile.
“Hello, please have a seat.”
“We’re all family here, no need for formalities.”
Yang Hao motioned to the seat opposite him, his gaze inadvertently flicking toward Song Guocheng, “And this gentleman is?”
“This is my dad,”
“He drove me over. If it’s inconvenient for discussing work, he can wait outside.”
Song Xuejiao quickly explained.
“It’s not inconvenient at all.”
“According to Xueru, I should probably call you uncle!”
Yang Hao greeted Song Guocheng with a smile. Both men were in the Wang Family’s group chat, and Song Guocheng would sometimes participate, albeit by making lofty comments.
Yang had only participated when he first joined the group by sending a large red packet, and at that time, many people in the group had expressed their thanks.
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He remembered that this uncle was the only one who did not express gratitude but instead remarked, “A merchant’s money is so easy to earn!”
Because of this, Yang Hao had a strong impression of this uncle who seemed to harbor some resentment toward the wealthy.
He had thought they would never cross paths, since the gentleman was based in Hucheng—but today, they had unexpectedly met!
“Are you Xueru’s boyfriend?”
Song Guocheng suddenly realized, scrutinizing Yang Hao while he spoke.
“Yeah!”
“We’re even in the same Weixun group.”
As Yang Hao spoke, he personally poured a cup of tea for Song Guocheng and handed it to him, “Try this early spring tea, uncle.”
“Thank you.”
Though Song Guocheng was a principled man, he knew how to appreciate kindness. After all, he had been in the system for decades. It would be impossible for him not to show respect when someone as wealthy as Yang Hao, worth billions, personally poured him tea.
After the Song family father and daughter sat down, and after exchanging pleasantries, they got down to business.
“Mr. Yang, may I ask what kind of work you are considering for me?”
Song Xuejiao set down her teacup and looked at Yang Hao.
“I hear from Jingru that you were previously managing an entertainment company?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Song Xuejiao nodded.
Song Guocheng, sitting beside her, added sternly, “Jiaojiao was the Chief Administrator.”
“She has extensive administrative management experience. If Mr. Yang intends to hire Jiaojiao, it would be best if it were for a management position.”