Fast travel to the front line of eating melons in the world

After Zhang Yu successfully bought this villa, he was in a particularly good mood.

She originally thought about rebuilding, but after seeing the house, she completely changed her mind. The exterior of the house was nice, and the interior was also very good.

In short, Zhang Yu feels that as long as there are no problems with the internal structure of this house, it can be renovated internally. This house is really very impressive.

After receiving the money for the house, Song Weikang quickly bought two shops and several houses, "and will collect the rent directly when the time comes."

Song Dafa did not expect that after giving him a house in the mainland, he would be given a house back in the port city. He was so moved that he cried.

"Master, thank you, you are really..." Song Dafa did not expect Song Weikang to be so kind to him.

Ever since he was a child, not even his parents have thought about him like this. As for his children, it would be fine if they don't take money from him, so why would they think about him.

Song Weikang looked at Song Dafa with red eyes, "You think about me, I have to think about you."

"You keep these houses. After you get the rent, you can either save it or buy a house and continue to collect rent."

"For Zhang Yu, I talked about several stocks, saying they could be used as pension stocks and would pay dividends every year."

Song Dafa thought that Song Weikang was asking about stocks because he planned to buy stocks himself, but he didn't expect that he was asking for him.

This made Song Dafa feel more and more uneasy, "Master, Master..."

"I'm fine, and if I really have that day, don't stay in the mainland."

"You come to Hong Kong City."

"No matter what they say times are hard, you don't care."

"Even if it's Song Shijian and Song Ziming, as for your son." Song Weikang remembered the situation he investigated.

"You don't need to worry about him, he's living a good life." Song Weikang could now calmly talk to Song Dafa about Song Yurong.

Although Song Weikang's expression was calm, after all, they had grown up together, and Song Dafa could quickly find that something was wrong with his expression.

"Did he do something that was sorry to the Song family?" Song Da was angry. He could tolerate his son's unfilial piety, but he couldn't tolerate his son doing something that was sorry to the Song family.

Seeing the excited Song Dafa, Song Weikang signaled him not to get excited.

"Your Song Yurong is not the only one who digs the foundation of the Song family, but my son is also the one."

"Looking at the luxuriant branches and leaves, the roots are actually rotten. Doesn't Song Shijian have any problems with Song Yurong?"

The more information he investigated, the calmer and calmer Song Weikang became, "We are old and can't control so much."

"They live their lives, and there will be a backlash one day."

Thinking of the life that some of his children and grandchildren are living now, Song Weikang no longer feels sad. Everything is the result of what they have sown before, and now it is time to reap the fruits.

"Is he really so bad that he can't be saved?" Song Dafa's voice was trembling as he spoke.

Song Weikang let out a long breath, "It's hopeless. Even if Song Shijian knows that there are still problems in the company, he will remain the same as before without any change."

"Obviously the company belongs to him. If it is left to his son or grandson, it can continue to be like this."

"What else can I do?"

"When the time comes, come to Hong Kong City and find Zhang Yu. I will make arrangements."

"This girl looks so cold-hearted. She is many times stronger than the boss and the others." Song Weikang thought it was really interesting.

"I never thought that she would be the one I believed in the most." Song Weikang really never thought that this would happen.

Zhang Yu sent Song Weikang away without knowing that this was the last time she would see him.

Soon after returning to the mainland, Song Weikang's health declined rapidly. After being sent to the hospital, the doctor's answer was that his function was declining and there was no way to save him.

After everyone in the Song family heard such a result, they no longer cried and cried as before, and looked for famous doctors to save the old man's life.

At this moment, they were thinking about how much family property they would be able to share after the old man died.

Someone else asked Song Dafa, "When the old man went to Hong Kong City, were he looking for Zhang Yu?"

Song Dafa was really chilled. The old man now spent more time in coma than awake every day, and the filial sons and grandsons of the Song family appeared one after another.

But no one said they cared about the old man's life or death. They only cared about how Song Weikang's will was drawn up and how his inheritance was distributed.

Also, I want to know how many things were given to Zhang Yu when I went to Hong Kong City to meet her.

"Go and see Zhang Yu's two children." Song Dafa looked at Song Shijian and his son who were sitting quietly on the edge without making a sound, and Song Yurong who was standing behind them.

Even if they did not participate in the questioning, Song Dafa knew that this was their intention.

Before, he was hesitant whether he should listen to the old man's words, but now he knew that if he stayed here, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat, and he would definitely be swallowed up by them.

"Just to meet Zhang Yu's two children?" Of course, everyone didn't believe it. "Zhang Yu already said that she is not a child of the Song family."

"That's what you forced me to do. When I wanted her to come back, who of you stood by me?" Song Dafa said loudly.

"Now that the old man is like this, you actually care about these things. Don't you know how to care about the old man?" Song Dafa, who felt confident, asked them directly and loudly.

"You usually don't show up, but now that the old man is not in good health, everyone has gathered around me."

"There are probes here. If there are things, the old man will keep records and distribute them."

"Once you do something, call the police immediately."

"The house still belongs to the master, it's not your turn to make the decision." Song Dafa said that since he is a guest, he must abide by the rules or get out.

Everyone was used to Song Dafa being quiet and silent. When they suddenly heard him say this, everyone was really shocked.

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't believe that this was Song Dafa who was following the old man honestly.

Song Shijian had long disliked Song Dafa, especially after knowing that the old man actually gave him some real estate.

"Song Dafa, you have to remember your identity." At this time, he, the eldest son, could only stand up.

Song Dafa snorted coldly, "Yes, I want to remember my identity. Please remember your identity too."

"This house still belongs to the old man, and I haven't given it to you." Song Dafa was not afraid at all.

"Don't worry, I will stay here as long as the old man is here. If the old man is gone, I won't stay here." Song Dafa said confidently.

Now, he is really confident, "If the outside world knows that the old man is seriously ill and you all start plotting his money, I don't know what everyone will think if word gets out."

Song Shijian and the others were so angry that they were trembling with anger at what they said to Song Dafa, and they pointed their fingers at him.

Song Dafa was not afraid at all, "Okay, this is what the old man left for you."

Song Dafa released a video of the old man when he was in good health. In the video, Mr. Song said very domineeringly that if there is trouble in the old house, those who do not listen to Song Dafa will not be able to distribute his property.