The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

When Song Jun and Zhang Sitong arrived.

Chen Pingsheng was still chatting with the leaders of Jinshan, mainly about demolition and relocation.

Jinshan used to have many chemical plants, most of which were concentrated in the Jinshan New City area.

Fengjing and Zhujing are quite far from the new city and are not chemical industrial zones.

Fengjing Town, where Tengying Group has settled, has become the central town of Jinshan.

Song Jun always felt nervous whenever he saw Chen Pingsheng, especially when his cousin Song Yanxi wasn't around.

I always felt there was too much of a gap between the two of them, unlike a typical family relationship where they could joke around freely.

"Brother Pingsheng".

Song Jun brought his girlfriend Zhang Sitong over, and Chen Pingsheng only glanced at her without giving much of a response.

"Why did you come all the way to Jinshan?"

Song Jun really wanted to say that he wanted to see his cousin-in-law's masterpiece, the future new headquarters building.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say them. Mainly, I'm not good with words and I don't like to deliberately flatter relatives like that.

"My girlfriend is on vacation, so I brought her here to meet Brother Pingsheng. I also want to invite my cousin to dinner tonight."

"Oh, are you planning to get married?"

Song Jun was embarrassed. He really liked Zhang Sitong, and it would be best if they could get married.

But even if other women have such high levels of education, they might not be willing to marry him.

Men often like to put themselves in a weaker position in a good relationship.

This is completely different from most women.

Seeing that he didn't speak and his face almost turned red, Zhang Sitong immediately explained, "Ajun and I do plan to get married."

Chen Pingsheng nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, "Then you should treat your cousin to dinner first, and then we can see if you need to inform your parents when she arrives tonight!"

The girl definitely hadn't agreed to the marriage beforehand, and hadn't even asked Song Jun to bring it up.

Now that the topic has come up, even Song Jun himself can't answer it, but she takes the initiative to say that she has plans to get married.

What was he trying to prove? He couldn't be bothered to think about it.

Perhaps he was too happy, because Song Jun immediately said, "Brother Pingsheng, Sitong works at a large architectural design firm."

"Oh...and then?"

Zhang Sitong thought to herself, "This is bad." She never expected Song Jun to say something so stupid at a time like this.

Isn't this a blatant indication that she wants to take on the huge project of designing the headquarters of Tencent Group?
At this point, he probably thinks that he deliberately made him say that.

Zhang Sitong quickly explained, "I do work at a design firm, but I lack the experience to take on any big projects."

"Alright, you don't need to be so careful."

Chen Pingsheng said, "My cousin is simple-minded and doesn't have many hidden agendas. Since he likes you and wants to marry you, you can marry him honestly and you'll have everything you need."

Song Jun was embarrassed; was this a compliment?

seems like it.

He still has very low emotional intelligence. Chen Pingsheng almost said that Zhang Sitong's emotional intelligence was much higher than his.

She also has a lot of little thoughts on her mind.

Even though they clearly intend to build a good relationship, they don't show it too obviously on their faces.

For Song Jun to find a woman like this to live with would have many advantages, but also obvious disadvantages.

It all depends on how he handles it.

That evening, Song Yanxi invited them to her home for dinner. This was Zhang Sitong's first time visiting the Tan Palace Villa in Shanghai.

The people inside are either rich or noble, and all other people are like pawns to them.

They design the lifestyle of ordinary people through their words and actions.

This is the influence of the elite circles.

This is also the real reason why ordinary people are desperate to get in.

Who wouldn't want to easily change the landscape with just a swirl of a wine glass?

This is supreme power, and even more so, boundless charm.

At least for Zhang Sitong, a high-level white-collar worker in Shanghai, this is how Tan Palace is.

Even if Song Jun was clumsy with words and had low emotional intelligence, he could easily lead her through this door.

That's enough. Everyone's trying to climb the social ladder.

Song Yanxi is more than five months pregnant, and her husband is busy with many things outside.

They wouldn't bother with such trivial matters at home at all.

She didn't want to say it, because her family's economic situation had changed drastically.

As a result, even the peripheral relatives of the Chen and Song families gained significant benefits in terms of choosing a spouse.

In the past, a top student like Song Jun, who could earn 20,000 yuan a month and graduated from a prestigious 985 university, would never have looked at a cook like Song Jun who didn't even finish high school.

Song Yanxi is a woman herself, so of course she understands Zhang Sitong's little thoughts better.

Having ideas is not scary; what's scary is using those ideas for bad purposes.

Song Yanxi had her secretary send a message to her boss, deliberately inviting him over for dinner, so that he would see Zhang Sitong there.

The next day, Zhang Sitong was promoted three levels on the spot.

His salary jumped directly from 20,000 yuan per month to over 600,000 yuan per year.

Song Yanxi didn't say anything, but her boss seemed to understand everything.

Without asking any questions, he turned around and gave her the result she wanted.

This is the tacit understanding among the upper echelons.

it is more than words.

Although Zhang Sitong's purpose in seeking out Song Jun was to get close to the Shanghai Tengying Group.

But the result was faster than she had imagined.

It was obvious that the hostess was trying to convey this message to her through the act of eating.

I can easily get you promoted, and I can also easily give you the most respectable life in Shanghai.

But you must understand, none of this is free.

You need to be sincere and maintain your current persona, deceiving her cousin for the rest of your life.

When deception becomes a lifelong habit, then she is also an excellent wife and loving mother.

Zhang Sitong was right after all; there was no way she could hide any of this from that kind of family.

Even when she was discovered, no one exposed her.

Instead, he casually gave her what she wanted; the wealthy family was indeed extraordinary.

At least, she still can't truly understand this approach.

Or perhaps they simply don't want to dwell on this kind of thing.

Not to mention her cousin Song Jun, even her own sister Song Wu, Song Yanxi didn't stop her from finding someone she liked.

Her man is different; he has his own ideas.

So what? As long as her family doesn't run into any problems, all these negative thoughts can only be suppressed deep inside her heart.

Unless, of course, they themselves want to give up this bright future.

Once you've entered a wealthy family, it's hard to live a normal life anymore.

Song Yanxi touched the baby in her belly and glanced at the little girl arguing with the chicken.

Her older sister, Chen An'an, is known for her extravagant spending.

Her younger sister has no concept of money anymore.

I have everything I want, and I don't understand why anyone would like to live in a pet room.

She believes that houses smaller than 100 square meters are only suitable for pets.

The place she lives in must be super, super big.

To be honest, Song Yanxi is starting to worry about the education of the next generation.

If they grow up this way, no matter how prodigy a little girl is, she will have a photographic memory.

He'll grow up to be a rich kid who thinks, "Why don't they eat meat porridge?"

That won't do at all.

In contrast, the mischievous eldest daughter has always maintained her original kindness towards ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)