After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 84 Personnel Adjustments in the Company

Song Qiao and Wang Xiangwen went upstairs through the narrow staircase of the tenement building.

"Slow down! This stairwell is too narrow."

Wang Xiangwen was quite attentive and reminded Song Qiao.

Upon entering the second floor of the tenement building, Song Qiao discovered that it was a place where several families shared one kitchen and one public toilet.

The stairwell was piled with cardboard boxes and bottles, and some people still had coal stoves outside their doors, probably no longer used but still kept.

"This is the place. Are you home?"

Wang Xiangwen went up and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"I am Old Wang, the scrap collector."

Hearing the sound, the door opened, and what came into Song Qiao's view was a 20-square-meter room. In addition to a bed, there was a dining table. Next to the table was a wooden cart, in which sat a five-year-old girl with drool drooling.

"This……"

Song Qiao's head buzzed. She couldn't accept this fact. Could her daughter have become like this?

"This is the girl they picked up back then, the one they found near the garbage dump."

Song Qiao kept her eyes fixed on the girl as she slowly walked over.

The girl was wearing dirty clothes and had a cloth bag for eating under her mouth. Even so, her clothes were still wet with drool.

Song Qiao looked up at the woman in front of her: "What's wrong with her?"

“She was like this when I picked her up. I felt sorry for her, so I never abandoned her. Oh! This child is so pitiful.”

The middle-aged woman was wearing a cotton-padded jacket that was worn out and had frayed cuffs, but she couldn't bear to throw it away.

Song Qiao looked at her: "Big sister! What day did you pick up this child?"

"It was around May 28th, about five years ago."

The woman looked up at the dark ceiling as she said this.

May 28?

Song Qiao wondered if Wang Xia had taken her daughter away and abandoned her the next day, since she gave birth on May 27th.

"Sister, didn't you take your child to the hospital?"

"I saw it. The doctor said it was caused by suffocation. Sister, you don't know when I saw this child, she could hardly cry. She was buried under the garbage. I dug her out."

Song Qiao cried when she heard this. Who else could it be but her daughter, dug out from under the garbage?

Song Qiao went to the child's side, touched her head, and the girl actually looked up at her and smiled.

What's her name?

Song Qiao was heartbroken, and her voice choked as she asked the question.

"Her name is Xiaohua!"

The child's mother said.

Song Qiao raised her wrist to check the time: "Big sister, I didn't bring much money with me today. Here's two thousand yuan, please take it first. Leave the child with you for now, I'll come back another day."

Because it was time for the meeting, Song Qiao hurriedly walked out of the 20-square-meter room.

As soon as she stepped out, she unexpectedly ran into Tongyao's mother in the corridor, and the two of them were both taken aback.

When Tong Yao's mother saw Song Qiao, she quickly asked, "Jiang Xiaoran's mother, is that you?"

Song Qiao was also surprised and looked around: "You live here too?"

Tongyao's mother nodded: "Yes, we live here. This is the housing allocated to the sanitation workers."

Song Qiao looked down at the cardboard boxes and bottles in front of her door and realized that this place used to be a building built by the sanitation department.

Most people have moved away; only a very few remain.

“This place is going to be demolished soon, and we will soon have new houses to live in.”

Hearing what Tong Yao's mother said, Song Qiao nodded: "Yes, it's the oldest house in Jiangcheng. After it's demolished, new houses will be built."

Song Qiao took the opportunity to peek into the open door. When Tong Yao's mother saw this, she smiled awkwardly and said, "My husband is taking care of something inside. I won't invite you in, Jiang Xiaoran's mother. You can go ahead with your business."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao quickly nodded: "I have something to do, I'll be going now!"

Song Qiao walked to the stairwell, and Wang Xiangwen followed closely behind: "Little sister, when are you going to give me the reward we agreed on after finding your daughter?"

Song Qiao turned to look at him: "Brother, let me talk to my husband about this when I get back. I'll bring money next time I come."

Song Qiao grabbed the girl's hair and quickly went downstairs.

When Song Qiao got downstairs, she looked up and saw Tong Yao's mother standing at the door of the house she had just come from, talking to the girl's mother.

She got into the car, put her hair in a bag, and drove away.

It was almost 3 o'clock, and Song Qiao drove very fast on the road. Fortunately, she arrived downstairs on time at 2:58.

Song Qiao quickly went upstairs, calling Zhang Yao as she went: "Take all the materials on my desk and I'll go straight to the conference room."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yao replied, "Right away."

Has Zhao Xiaoya returned?

Song Qiao asked.

"Not yet! President Jiang just came to your office and said he had something to discuss with you."

"I see!"

Song Qiao entered the elevator, which went straight to the tenth floor. This floor has seventeen floors, and the tenth floor is the company's conference room.

Upon arriving at the conference room door, Song Qiao heard various different voices inside.

"Has Chairman Song not arrived yet? Is he going to be late again?"

"The chairman is late, who can stop him?"

"With meetings every day, how can anyone get any work done?"

"I think our young Chairman Song really enjoys holding meetings, all talk and no action."

Zhang Hang said this, and some people laughed at his words.

When Song Qiao entered, apart from Wang Baoguo, Wang Lianhe, and Feng Hongjun who were sitting silently in their seats, everyone else was discussing the meeting.

Jiang Ming didn't move either. This time, he didn't sit in the chairman's seat, but in hers. This arrangement shows that, apart from the chairman, he holds the highest position.

His henchmen were talking about Song Qiao as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What are you talking about?"

After Song Qiao left the room, Zhang Yao followed her into the conference room with the documents.

Song Qiao looked at the people on both sides of the conference table: "Have you prepared all the materials I asked you to?"

Hearing this, everyone calmly returned to their seats, each with an indifferent expression.

Song Qiao's voice was stern: "Let's begin the meeting now!"

Then, she glanced at Jiang Ming again: "Jiang Ming, do you know how negligent you are?"

Jiang Ming met her gaze with sharp eyes, while Song Qiao stared at him: "As the company's vice president, it's your dereliction of duty to sit in this position and not do anything. As a husband, it's your dereliction of duty to not stop people from talking badly about your wife behind your back."

After saying this, Song Qiao slammed the materials in her hand onto the table.

Jiang Ming looked up at Song Qiao, his eyes filled with provocation: "What? Do you want to dismiss me?"

"You've hit the nail on the head. Today's meeting is about personnel adjustments. Now I'll announce the contents of today's meeting. Given that some leaders in the company are irresponsible in their work, I need to make some new arrangements."

Everyone's eyes were on Song Qiao, while Wang Lianhe and the other two had their eyes on Jiang Ming.

"First, Jiang Ming will no longer be in charge of finance; that work will be handed over to Wang Lianhe. Zhang Hang's position also needs to be adjusted. Wang Baoguo will be in charge of purchasing raw materials, and..."

Next was the arrangement for Feng Hongjun, who was to directly assist Zhang Xiaodong in supervising the quality of the project. Although this position was not as high as that of the vice president, everyone knew that this job was of great importance.

"I disagree!"