Peach Fortune Ring

"Hey, it's been a really hard time for that Meier child!" Su Meng said with a sigh after eating the meat porridge fed by his wife. I still know it, and thinking of this, he feels extraordinarily guilty, blaming his body for not living up to expectations.

"Okay, don't think so much, and take care of your illness." His wife Tang Xinlan complained, and fed Su Meng another mouthful of porridge. She continued: "By the way, Meier called me just now and said she was coming The hospital is looking at you."

"Well, I see." Su Meng nodded, and he had decided in his heart that when Su Meier arrived, he would let her stop working for the company, and when he recovered from the hospital, he would directly declare bankruptcy to the bank, although he felt uncomfortable about it. It's very frustrating, but it's something that can't be helped.

About 10 minutes later, the figure of her daughter Su Meier appeared outside the ward, followed by a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Dad, do you feel better?" Su Meier asked concerned.

"It's still not the same." Su Meng smiled and said, his eyes fell on Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly took a step forward, put down the fruit in his hand, and greeted Su Meng and Tang Xinlan: "Hi Uncle Su, Aunt Tang, I'm Song Yan, sister Su's friend."

"Young man, please take a seat." Tang Xinlan said politely, and stood up to give up the stool, because the ward was not spacious and there were no extra stools.

"Auntie, you're welcome, I'll just stand." Song Yan quickly declined.

"By the way, young man, how did you meet Mei'er?" Tang Xinlan asked with some doubts. At Song Yan's age, there should be no intersection with her own daughter.

"Auntie is like this... This time I came to Yandu and ran into Sister Su by chance when I was having dinner. I heard that my uncle is not in good health, so I came to have a look." Song Yan simply told him that he was working in Su Meier Cafe I've said it all.

"Young man has a heart!" Tang Xinlan praised, she still has a good impression of Song Yan, she is tall and handsome, and she speaks well.

"Dad, I have good news for you. Our company has funds! We can restart the project tomorrow!" Su Meier said suddenly when she handed a peeled apple to Su Meng.

"what!"

Su Meng's hands trembled, and he almost missed the apple in his hand. He immediately sat up from the hospital bed and said excitedly, "Meier, what are you talking about? You can't be lying to Dad, right?"

The words of the father and daughter attracted Tang Xinlan's attention, and she asked excitedly, "Meier, have the funds really been secured?"

"It's not that the money has been settled, but that the money has already been credited to my account!" Su Meier said with a smile.

"How much?" Su Meng asked quickly.

Su Meier raised a finger.

Su Meng thought about it and said: "[-] million is not a lot. It can barely meet the requirements for restarting the construction. Once the construction starts, it will be much easier to find follow-up funds."

"Dad, it's one billion, not one hundred million!" Su Meier rolled her eyes and said.

"Ah! A billion!"

Su Meng couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. If there is really one billion funds, it will definitely be more than enough to complete this project. Thinking of this, he stared at his daughter closely: "Meier, tell Dad, which company did you get the one billion funds from?" Arrived?"

"Here! Who else is there, this local tyrant!" Su Meier pointed at Song Yan and said.

The husband and wife were stunned, their faces were full of disbelief, and at the same time, they still had some doubts in their hearts. Judging from Song Yan's dress, he didn't look like a rich man at all. How could he spend a billion dollars.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Su Meier knew what they were thinking, so she added: "Dad, Mom, don't underestimate him, he made one billion and thirty million in one morning!"

"No way!" Tang Xinlan subconsciously said, even a company with tens of billions of assets may not be able to make one billion a day, right? How could such a seemingly ordinary boy earn so much.

Song Yan, who had never had a chance to speak, said: "Uncles and aunts, don't listen to Sister Su's nonsense, I just got lucky today and made one billion and thirty million. Such an opportunity may not come across once a year! So without her saying The exaggeration of that name!"

"Then how do you make money?" The husband and wife became even more curious.

"I was an elder who went to gamble in Shifang to gamble on stones. I happened to meet him betting against others. I helped him choose a rough stone. If he won the bet, he gave me 3000 million yuan!" Song Yan half-truth road.

"Gambling with rocks is heaven with one sword, hell with one sword!" Su Meng sighed rather, and at the same time, his gaze towards Song Yan became different.

"That's right, gambling is not a good habit!" Tang Xinlan said deeply.

For a moment, Song Yan looked a little embarrassed.

"Mom and Dad, I'm not here to listen to the two of you nagging!" Su Meier reminded coquettishly.

When the couple heard the words, they suddenly realized that Song Yan was not a junior in their family, so it was really inappropriate to say that.

So Su Meng hurriedly remedied: "Xiao Song, I'm sorry, uncle and your aunt are both straightforward people, and they don't have any bad intentions. Don't be angry!"

"Uncle Su is serious." Song Yan said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good!" Seeing that Song Yan didn't have any grudges against him, Su Meng couldn't help but feel relieved: "By the way, Xiao Song, you have injected a billion dollars into this project, and an uncle can't treat you badly." , In this way, this project counts as [-]% of your shares, what do you think?"

It turned out that the person who cooperated with him invested one billion yuan, and he and he alone accounted for [-]% of the shares.

But Song Yan was sending charcoal in a timely manner, not only restarting the project, but also saving his company from bankruptcy, so it is not an exaggeration to give an extra [-]% of the shares.

But Song Yan waved his hand.

Seeing this, Su Meng's heart tightened immediately, and he thought to himself, does he think [-]% of the shares are too small?

Song Yan's voice sounded again: "Uncle Su, I don't want the shares anymore. I will treat the one billion yuan as my loan to Sister Su, and it won't be too late to pay you back when your company turns around!"

Hearing this, Su Meng couldn't help being very surprised, and his affection for Song Yan couldn't help but increase greatly: "Xiao Song, you have to think about it clearly, it's not about boasting as an uncle, after the completion of this project, there will be at least [-] to [-] million profits. If you don’t want shares, you will lose a lot!”

"It's okay, I'm still a student, anyway, I can't spend that much money!" Song Yan said calmly.

He has already explained how much he can earn, but Xiao Song is still not tempted in the slightest. He is moved by money at such a young age. It is really rare to show kindness without asking for repayment. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at his daughter, and secretly said: "It would be great if Mei'er was born a few years later, I will definitely marry her to this kid!"

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Chapter 124 Actually, I Can Know Some Medical Skills

Because the company no longer needs to go bankrupt, Su Meng looks more refreshed.

After chatting for a while, Song Yan suddenly proposed: "Uncle Su, I'm currently studying the massage techniques in Eastern medicine. How about I help you massage, maybe it will help your condition?"

Hearing this, the three members of the Su family all looked at Song Yan in surprise.

However, Song Yan did such a great favor to the Su family, and it was out of kindness that Song Yan had no reason to refuse.

So, Su Meng nodded: "That's all right, just trouble Xiao Song!"

Song Yan walked to the bed with a smile, and signaled to Su Mengping that it's fine to lie down, and then he squeezed Su Meng's body. During the squeeze, he intentionally added a trace of real energy, so Su Meng felt very comfortable, half-closed his eyes and said: " Xiao Song's massage technique is pretty good, I feel a little lighter all over after being pressed by you like this."

"Really?" Song Yan smiled irrefutably.

Seeing this scene, Su Meier's eyes couldn't help but glow. This little man is really getting more and more mysterious. What else can he do?

After about 10 minutes of massaging, Song Yan quietly pushed a wisp of true energy into Su Meng's Heitian acupuncture point, and immediately, the other party fell into a deep sleep.

"The divine light of life!"

He shouted in his heart, and a divine light of life went straight to Su Meng's heart, completely healing his heart in just a few seconds.

Then, Song Yan pressed it for a while before stopping.