Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 58 That Cannon Fodder in a Male-Oriented Novel 13

Pei's father's health has been deteriorating recently, and Lin Pianyue takes care of him at the hospital every day.

But what worries Lin Pianyue the most is the issue of company succession.

Pei's father was already in poor health, and he has been in the hospital ever since he fell in the bathroom while taking a bath.

Lin Pianyue fed Pei's father soup and said worriedly, "Husband, I heard that Qi Zhan has taken charge of several projects again. He won't let Zilang try."

This Pei family doesn't belong to Pei Qizhan. Just because his father is in the hospital doesn't mean he'll become the next CEO Pei.

Pei's father quietly sipped his soup, closing his eyes wearily: "What can I do if Zilang just can't learn this? He's my son, it doesn't matter who does it."

Lin Pianyue's expression immediately turned ugly: "But Qi Zhan has never liked Zilang. What if he keeps bullying Zilang in the future?"

She knew all too well what Zilang and Ayin had done to him. If Pei Qizhan really got his hands on the Pei family property, then…

Mr. Pei, panting heavily, pushed her hand away: "Alright, I'm going to sleep."

Lin Pianyue looked at his back, feeling very angry. What had he said before she married into the Pei family? And what was his attitude now?

Lin Pianyue left the ward angrily.

As soon as the door closed, Pei's father silently opened his eyes. Lately, he had been having dreams, dreams of when she was still alive, dreams of his family living happily.

His eyes suddenly looked confused. Why was this happening? Why had his relationship with Qi Zhan turned out this way?

Song Xianyin was particularly angry that she didn't get the project last time.

If she also had the surname Pei, this project would definitely be hers.

Song Xianyin frowned as she looked at the office across the street.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the green plants on the desk looked almost wilted.

Pei Zilang sat in his office chair, listening impatiently to Song Xianyin talking beside him. He didn't understand a word she said.

"Did you hear me clearly?" Song Xianyin almost fainted from anger when she saw Pei Zilang starting to lose focus.

That stupid pig.

She wouldn't care if Pei Qizhan killed him.

Pei Zilang frowned as he looked at the game interface on his phone: "You've said too much. How am I supposed to remember it all? Just tell me yourself later."

"Heh." Song Xianyin sneered.

She'll make him unhappy again if she tells him later; don't think she doesn't know what he's thinking.

Her mother had told her several times not to steal the spotlight from this idiot, who always came home with a long face.

Pei Zilang understood her sarcasm, and he awkwardly touched his nose: "Alright, alright, I'll jot it down now and bring it up in the meeting later."

Pei's projects progressed very quickly. Pei Zilang had never touched a single complete project in the company, and the other employees didn't want to talk to him about these things. Soon, he became a marginal figure in Pei's company.

Last time in the conference room, Pei Zilang was the center of attention, but this time he could only sit at the back.

The meeting room gradually filled up, and Pei Qizhan was sitting in his seat looking at the proposals from his department.

Song Xianyin sat opposite him and placed her bag directly on the table.

"Let's begin." She gestured with her chin toward Pei Qizhan.

She spoke with such self-righteousness as if the Pei family already belonged to her.

The employees nearby exchanged glances, not daring to say anything, after all, they had witnessed Song Xianyin's temper last time.

"Let's begin." Pei Qizhan's face remained expressionless.

Pei Qizhan stood on the stage, calmly explaining Pei's next plans. For every sentence he said, Song Xianyin would chime in from below, making the atmosphere in the conference room increasingly awkward.

"Secretary Song, what are your thoughts?" Pei Qizhan looked at him quietly.

Song Xianyin raised an eyebrow: "It lacks highlights. Even a college graduate like you can do it. It's not innovative enough. I think Manager Pei has a more suitable solution."

All eyes were on Pei Zilang, who awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Yes, now let me tell you my thoughts."

Pei Qizhan stepped down from the stage to make room for Pei Zilang.

Pei Zilang had another hangover last night; his face was swollen and red like a pig's head, and his suit was loose and baggy.

Pei Qizhan stood quietly to the side, wearing a dark gray suit and a crisp tie, his face cool and aloof.

Compared to Pei Zilang, who walks crookedly, she is on a completely different level.

"Let me give you a brief explanation," Pei Zilang said, loosening his tie.

Song Xianyin suddenly felt embarrassed and covered her face with one hand.

Pei Qizhan glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

“Uh… what Pei Qizhan said earlier was quite good, but the Wen family is also vying for this project, so yours isn’t very competitive.” Pei Zilang tapped the table.

Song Xianyin frowned more and more as she looked at him. Was Pei Zilang so stupid that he couldn't even say some official things?

Pei Zilang scratched his head, wondering what Song Xianyin had just told him: he should have brought a manuscript.

Song Xianyin was so angry that her breathing became heavy. What an idiot.

"Manager Pei, didn't you say before that you were targeting young consumers?" Song Xianyin said through gritted teeth.

If she had Pei family blood, it wouldn't be this idiot's place to say that.

"Oh, oh, oh." Pei Zilang suddenly realized.

“Yes, yes, Pei Qizhan, I think your appeal to the general public is too limited, and the return cycle is also very long. Young people nowadays are very interested in these things.”

Pei Qizhan nodded knowingly and looked at Song Xianyin: "So Secretary Song thinks that my suggestion just now ignored mid-range consumers, is that right?"

Song Xianyin frowned as she looked at him. What was he saying to her? Wasn't Pei Zilang speaking?

Song Xianyin turned her head and found that Pei Zilang was also waiting for her answer. Song Xianyin's face immediately darkened.

Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't this your proposal?

Pei Zilang became even more nervous after she scolded him.

"Manager Pei, if that's the case, how do you plan to move this project forward?" the investment banking manager asked.

Actually, he also felt that targeting young people would be better, but Manager Pei couldn't come up with anything for a long time.

Pei Zilang stammered, "Uh...from a single..."

Song Xianyin's expression grew colder and colder, while the minister next to her awkwardly drank water, the bottle almost empty.

Pei Qizhan asked, "Does Secretary Song mean to invest in stages?"

Song Xianyin remained silent, and he simply kept looking at her. Pei Qizhan smiled at her and asked, "Secretary Song, do you have a preferred game company for collaboration?"

The minister next to him quietly reminded him, "President Pei, this is the manager's proposal."

Pei Qizhan looked at Song Xianyin, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

So she has moments like this too?

He knew her desire to win, and he knew what she was thinking. Just thinking about how she would wretchedly submit to him made Pei Qizhan's heart beat faster and faster.