"Hahaha, are you out of your mind, kid?"
As soon as these words were uttered, Uncle and Aunt exchanged a look and their faces were filled with mockery.
"Who the hell wants to be called a member of the Xia family with you."
"Tianhong is ours now. Since you're determined to burn all your bridges, don't blame us for being ruthless."
Auntie, having forgotten her pain, was back to her old ways.
She had just been taught a lesson less than half an hour ago, yet she was already back to her usual arrogance.
"You, you..."
Xia Yuqing looked at the two elders in front of her with indignation.
She was so angry that she could barely speak.
It was unbelievable that such shameless words could come out of their mouths.
"Heh, I advise you not to celebrate too soon."
Song Qiao sneered and calmly produced a share transfer agreement.
Yuqing now owned fifty-five percent of the company's shares.
According to the law, the board of directors had no right to revoke her management authority.
Tianhong's general manager was still Yuqing, and your family has been fired starting today.
Song Qiao calmly announced the outcome and casually slapped the share transfer agreement onto Uncle's face.
"You, you're talking nonsense. All these shareholders support me. How could anyone give you shares?"
Uncle grabbed the share transfer document hysterically.
After a few seconds, he furiously tore it to shreds.
"I don't believe it. This must be a forgery by you."
"I am the boss of Tianhong now!"
Uncle became more and more frantic, and in the end, he charged at Song Qiao as if he had gone mad.
"Slap!"
Song Qiao frowned and suddenly slapped him across the face, sending him staggering back four or five steps.
"You ungrateful wretch, don't throw a tantrum here."
"Don't you have a lawyer? You can call him now for consultation."
With that, he calmly pulled Xia Yuqing to sit in the general manager's office chair.
When the company was first established, Xia Yuqing had given up a large portion of her shares to attract some well-funded shareholders, keeping only half for herself.
Song Qiao, having been in the business world for decades, naturally understood the risks of doing so.
However, Xia Yuqing was determined, and he couldn't dissuade her, so he left a hidden pawn in the company.
He casually found a key employee at Xiang Piaopiao and had them participate in obtaining a five percent stake.
Although this five percent stake wasn't much, it had helped Xia Yuqing achieve a miraculous comeback.
"Fine, I'll make the call. I don't believe anyone would choose to support Xia Yuqing, that troublemaker."
Uncle muttered to himself subconsciously.
He took out his phone and called his lawyer.
...
"Mr. Xia, the other party's actions are completely reasonable and legal. Legally speaking, you have now completely lost control of the company."
After listening to Uncle's account, the lawyer remained silent for a long time before giving his reply.
"Bullshit!"
This outcome was like a bolt from the blue, causing Uncle to completely lose his reason.
He roared and smashed his phone to the ground.
With utter despair, he glanced at Song Qiao and suddenly lunged at him.
"Song Qiao, I'll fight you to the death!"
Song Qiao certainly wouldn't indulge him.
The next second.
He directly kicked him to the ground.
"Yuqing, call security and have this entire family thrown out."
"From now on, Tianhong Media will have no place for these people!"
Soon, Auntie's family was forcibly expelled from the company.
"Husband, I really have you to thank for this."
After everyone had left, Xia Yuqing looked at Song Qiao with affection.
She nuzzled into his arms like a spoiled child, closed her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss.
"Don't."
Song Qiao's face turned red to his ears in embarrassment.
He subtly pushed Xia Yuqing away.
"I have some urgent matters to attend to."
With that, he fled the company as if escaping.
Leaving Xia Yuqing standing there, stunned and alone.
"What's going on?"
"How can we, a married couple, be so distant now?"
The more Xia Yuqing thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and eventually, she burst into tears.
...
Song Qiao indeed had something urgent to attend to.
It was his secretary Wu Meng's birthday today.
A couple of days ago, they had some unpleasantness over the choice between Xia Xueqing and Xia Yuqing.
Since then, Wu Meng had been making excuses to avoid him whenever she wasn't working.
Song Qiao didn't know what he had done to offend her, so he decided to accompany her for her birthday to ease the tension.
He casually drove one of the company's cars to Wu Meng's place.
Before he could get out of the car, he noticed a Bugatti Veyron parked downstairs.
A rich young master, dressed flashily, was pestering Wu Meng with something.
Judging by Wu Meng's expression, she was clearly impatient with this spoiled brat.
Song Qiao gave a helpless smile, calmly walked up, and grabbed Wu Meng's wrist.
"Happy birthday, come with me quickly. I've booked a private room at the Emperor's."
Saying that, he pulled Wu Meng along without any further explanation.
The moment Wu Meng saw Song Qiao, she was first surprised, but she didn't move.
She looked at Song Qiao in surprise, touched that he hadn't forgotten her birthday.
But she still suppressed her inner impulse and gently shook Song Qiao off.
"Wait."
"Who are you, you poor bum, daring to make a move on our Mengmeng?"
Du Feng, who had been babbling incessantly, saw a knight in shining armor suddenly appear.
He was instantly enraged and rushed forward to stop them.
"Get lost, I don't have time to play with you here."
Song Qiao glared at him impatiently, turned around, and pulled Wu Meng again.
"Hurry up, I've ordered all your favorite dishes."
Saying that, he reached out to pull Wu Meng again, but she dodged him.
"I say, kid, aren't you too uneducated? With such little power, you dare to pursue Wu Meng."
Du Feng was delighted at the sight and sneered at Song Qiao.
He then glanced disdainfully at Song Qiao's car.
"You drive a BMW 5 Series to pick up girls, do you think this is your turn?"
As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to his own car.
He proudly jingled his car keys.
Even I, Du Feng, have to ask for her opinion to invite Wu Meng to her birthday.
What right do you have to be here?
Song Qiao glared at him, about to speak.
Wu Meng, on the other hand, waved her hand uncharacteristically, refusing with a hint of distance:
"I'm sorry, Song Qiao, I've already promised Young Master Du today. I'll go with him first."