Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Song Yaze returned to the bedroom and took a hot bath, only to feel the tiredness accumulated for many days flowing out through his pores.He fell headfirst on the bed, and it was already afternoon when he opened his eyes again.After stretching the string for seven days, it was only released today. He felt relieved and tired at the same time. He was really tired.

In the evening, he organized a dinner party at home, and everyone came to attend.

Master Song loved that vanity so much, imitating the so-called etiquette of the landlord's house, stipulating that the nanny can only eat after he has eaten, and he can only eat in the hut in the courtyard.It seemed that he felt that he was a "noble".

Song Yaze held up the red wine, stood up, and said sincerely: "From now on, everyone don't call me 'Young Master', just 'Mr. Song'. It's already the 21st century, don't engage in the old society. This A glass of wine, I'll do it first as a respect, you can do whatever you want."

If there is one characteristic of Song Yaze that is most attractive, it is his lack of vanity.He likes to step on the ground, not to float in the clouds.He is a person who has climbed up step by step from the bottom of society, and a person who has endured hardships.Because of his poor family, he has a heavier burden than his peers, which also makes him more considerate of other people's feelings.After all, if people who have experienced suffering happen to have good qualities, they are unwilling to impose suffering on others.

Yan Yu wandered back to his room after dinner.

In the past few days when he came to Song's house, he looked at the gorgeously decorated villa, the romantic garden, and the well-behaved servants, and felt that everything here was too unreal, far away from his own life.

He once disobeyed his father's warning and secretly pushed open the door of the study room while he was out, only to find that it was neatly filled with books, and some rare books were even placed in glass cabinets.

He leaned over to take a closer look, and found that there were only bibliographies of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Western philosophy.In his heart, he silently sketched the image of Song Yaze, whom he had never met before...

Maybe he is a descendant of an arty nouveau riche... Maybe he is a noble son who thinks he is noble... Maybe he is a vain person who likes to flatter... Maybe he is just an unsupportable idiot...

Ke Yanyu never thought that the real Song Yaze would be so apologetic and polite.His approachability is really unforgettable.

Thinking of this, Yan Yu forgot to fan the cattail fan in his hand, and couldn't help laughing out loud, as if his eyes were not looking at the ceiling, but the brilliance of the galaxy.

At this time, Yu Guimei, who had just taken a shower, came out of the bathroom and saw her son smirking at the ceiling, and asked strangely, "Why are you smirking? Your eyes are blurred by the ceiling?"

Only then did Yan Yu come to his senses, watching his mother wiping her wet hair while moving her fat feet, pulling her slippers to the dressing table, applying a mask to her face, and said, "I'm How can there be such a perfect person as Mr. Song in the world."

As soon as the words came out, even Yan Yu himself was taken aback.

Yu Guimei covered her face with a black mask, and said casually: "Yeah, I thought he was a spoiled young master, but I didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable and reasonable, and he would be more promising than those rich kids with long crotch heads. gone."

Yan Yu burst out laughing: "Yeah, good background, good looks, good personality, serious work, good taste, I can't fault it at all!"

"Look at your stupidity! If you had listened to me and your father and chose the finance department of the University of Finance and Economics, you might have been able to do like him! You have to apply for some kind of police academy, your face is as tanned as carbon, and the book I don't even look at it, I've turned into a living silk! I'm so embarrassed to envy him!" Yu Guimei spit out these words like a cannonball, and threw them into Yan Yu's ear.

"Mom, you can relate to my major in everything! It's been three years, and you really persevere!" Yan Yu wanted to cry without tears, and quickly jumped up from the bed, as if fleeing immediately before Yu Guimei could open her mouth. Running to the door: "Mom, I suddenly feel sleepy, I'm going back to my room to sleep! Good night!"

Yu Guimei glanced at the silly son who was smiling irrationally: "You are allowed to go!"

Yan Yu came to the house and locked the door.He took off the laughing expression just now, and put on a cautious look.He walked to the bed with big strides, put his hand into the mattress, groped for a long time, and struggled to grab a black gun.

This is a well-shaped gun, small in shape, muffled, heavy, exuding aggressiveness and aggression, and equipped with a silencer inside, like a silent panther.

He named it "Mingzhu", which means "Pearl in the Palm".This black gun carries his dream, and he regards it as his lifeblood, just as a writer views words, a fisherman views fishing nets, and a farmer views land.

On the other hand, Song Yaze, who was on the first floor, was looking for information about the Jiang Group with great interest.

The first task of the revolution is to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.If he didn't even understand the opponent who came to destroy Zhendong and kill him, he would only be shot in the head.

Jiang's Group can be described as having a long history. In fact, it was established even earlier than New China.

At first, it was invested by Jiang Chuqi, a born capitalist, and established in Shanghai Bund, where the old society was full of luxury and money.

Later, Jiang Chuqi hired an old tailor who had retired from the Qing Palace to customize expensive cheongsams for the wives and ladies, which became a symbol of showing off wealth at the time.

On the eve of the founding of New China, he had a unique vision, sold all his property, and moved to Hong Kong with his five wives.There he saw Hong Kong's unique geographical advantages and began to invest in the real estate industry.

As expected, Jiang Chuqi reached the pinnacle of his life again in his early years.

Later, his eldest son Jiang Bishi, who returned from studying abroad, took over the company, and the business grew bigger and bigger.

Since then, the Jiang Group has grown by leaps and bounds and become famous all over the world. It has become a myth that everyone in the business world knows.

Jiang Yuan, the grandson of Jiang Bishi, is 26 years old and has a double master's degree in finance and business administration from Stanford University.His excellent education made him stand out, and he became the next head favored by Mr. Jiang.

Song Yaze lamented silently for Jiang's property in his heart. The painstaking efforts of generations were ruined in the hands of a villain. The excellent heir actually went out to kill people and handed over his ancestor's foundation to others.This is enough to show that Jiang Yuan is a person who has been dazzled by love. He may be shrewd and capable on the surface, but he is most emotional.This kind of person is most likely to be seduced by impulse.

He thought in his heart that the only way to save his life was not to let Bai Li confuse Jiang Yuan.

He closed the notebook full of thoughts, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "Thank me, Jiang Yuan, I saved your Jiang family! This is revenge with virtue!"