Song Tang’s heart gave a small jolt.
Here it comes.
She knew Song Zhenkun would ask sooner or later.
She couldn’t possibly say, “Before I transmigrated, I was the youngest chairwoman of a family conglomerate. I can see through this kind of small project with just a quick glance online.”
Song Tang blinked and quickly put on a perfectly reasonable expression.
“Dad, did you forget?”
Song Zhenkun paused. “Forget what?”
“I studied business management overseas in college. I’m just putting what I learned into practice.”
Song Zhenkun suddenly realized.
Right, his daughter majored in business management.
But why did he remember her as a total underachiever?
Back then, during video calls, she was either asking for money or complaining about too many assignments.
Whenever he asked about her studies, she would say she barely passed, that everything the professors taught was too difficult to understand, and even wonder if she could stop studying altogether.
At the time, his only expectation for her was simple: as long as she graduated smoothly, that was enough.
Later, she barely scraped together enough credits and returned home to graduate.
All he knew was that his daughter had gotten better at spending money, while what she actually learned seemed nonexistent.
And now she was suddenly saying she was putting her studies into practice?
Song Zhenkun’s gaze carried a hint of suspicion.
Song Tang noticed it immediately and quickly added,
“Dad, I’m still your daughter. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t like studying before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand anything. Stuff like this, you just think a little and you get it.”
She smiled lightly.
“Besides, I grew up by your side and absorbed what I saw and heard. Even if I didn’t study seriously, I must have picked up something, right?”
Song Zhenkun looked at her and fell into thought.
That explanation… barely made sense.
His daughter really wasn’t dumb. Her grades had been decent when she was younger.
Later, when she went overseas, she might not have liked studying, but her foundation was still there.
On top of that, he occasionally talked about company matters at home, so it was normal she would absorb some of it.
Song Zhenkun nodded. “Dad believes you.”
Song Tang finally let out a quiet breath of relief.
Good, he believed it.
She quickly changed the topic.
“Dad, bring over all the company documents. I’ll take a look.”
Song Zhenkun blinked. “Now?”
“Yes.” Song Tang nodded. “Since I’m already here, I might as well understand more. If I learn about the company’s current situation, I’ll be able to help in the future.”
Hearing this, Song Zhenkun’s eyes were filled with satisfaction he couldn’t hide.
“Alright.”
He stood up and walked to his desk, opening his computer.
“It’s all on my computer. You can look here.”
Song Tang walked over and sat down in the office chair.
Song Zhenkun stood beside her, clicking open folders one by one.
“This is the financial report for the past three years. This is the ongoing project. This is the personnel structure. And this is…”
Song Tang looked at the densely packed files on the screen and nodded.
“Got it.”
She looked up at him. “Dad, go ahead with your work. I’ll just look at myself.”
Song Zhenkun hesitated. “Do you understand all this?”
Song Tang smiled. “If I don’t, I’ll ask you.”
Song Zhenkun nodded. “Alright, I’ll go to the secretary’s office next door for a bit. Call me if you need anything.”
“Okay.” Song Zhenkun turned and left.
The door closed, and the office fell quiet.
Song Tang leaned back in her chair and exhaled deeply.
She finally got through that.
She straightened up, flexed her fingers, and clicked into the first folder.
Financial reports.
She scanned them at a glance.
Net profit, declining year by year.
Debt ratio, increasing year by year.
Cash flow, getting tighter and tighter.
Song Tang’s brows slowly furrowed.
It matched the trajectory of the original story.
She continued reading. Getting more absorbed as she went deeper.
At one point, Song Zhenkun came in to retrieve a document. Seeing that Song Tang hadn’t even noticed him, fully focused on the screen, he paused.
Was this really his daughter?
The change was too big. It was almost too good to be true.
He took the document and left quietly.
A morning passed. Song Tang finished reviewing all the files.
Now she had a preliminary understanding of the Song Corporation.
The problems were more serious than she had expected.
But they were not without solutions.
After all, the family she once belonged to had been even more complicated than this.
Not only that, she had also found a way to resolve the fifty million payment issue from these materials.
Tonight, she would go back and prepare a complete proposal to convince Song Zhenkun.
This plan required some time to implement, so the sooner they acted, the better.
At the same time.
Lin Group headquarters building.
Lin Yanchen sat behind his desk, flipping through a due diligence report of a project.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a faint golden glow over him.
His expression was calm and unreadable.
The assistant stood nearby and added, “President Lin, this project is very popular among companies right now. I’ve carefully reviewed the data too. It really looks good.”
“It is said that the Song family is already holding meetings to discuss it. If we don’t act soon, it may be taken by the Song family.”
Lin Yanchen remained unmoved, his page-turning pace unchanged.
After a moment, he finally spoke calmly.
“This project will definitely incur losses. We are not taking it.”
The assistant froze for a moment. The numbers in the report clearly looked excellent.
The project party had solid qualifications, the location was good, and the expected returns were high.
Every company was fighting for it. Why was President Lin saying it would definitely lose money?
Lin Yanchen flipped to the middle of the report and tapped a section with his finger.
“Here.”
The assistant leaned in to look. It was a page showing the project’s equity structure, a dense web of lines and percentages that seemed normal at first glance.
“Is there a problem with this structure?” the assistant asked hesitantly.
Lin Yanchen leaned back in his chair and said evenly,
“There are three shareholders. On the surface, the major shareholder holds 51 percent, the second holds 30 percent, and the third holds 19 percent. A standard structure.”
The assistant nodded. “Yes, there doesn’t seem to be a problem.”
Lin Yanchen glanced at him.
“Look closely at the third shareholder’s name.”
The assistant lowered his head and stared at it for several seconds.
“Chen Jianwei?” He looked up. “What’s wrong with this name?”
Lin Yanchen did not answer directly.
“Who is the project company’s legal representative?”
The assistant flipped back to the first page. “Zhang Qian.”
“Zhang Qian’s mother’s surname is what?”
The assistant froze. How would he know that?
Lin Yanchen continued calmly. “Chen.”
The assistant’s eyes widened slightly.
“You mean…”
“Yes.” Lin Yanchen said, “Chen Jianwei, the third shareholder, is Zhang Qian’s uncle.”
He explained patiently.
“But that’s not the key point. The key point is that Chen Jianwei also owns another company, and that company does exactly the same business as this project.”
The assistant felt his mind buzz.
He understood now.
“That means… Although that company is not officially related to Chen Jianwei on paper, he is the real controller behind it.”
Lin Yanchen nodded.
“If this project is invested in, its technology, resources, and channels will likely be siphoned off by that other company, probably half of it.”
“Exactly.” Lin Yanchen confirmed calmly.