Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

After hanging up the phone, Song Ran didn't care too much, Lin Feiyu has always been very reliable in his work, so he doesn't have to worry too much about the dinner, just go there when the time comes.

The most urgent task now is to find out the purpose of father's going to the private bank in Liucheng, and whether he has handled the safe business in that bank.

Song Ran thought to himself, he'd better go to that private bank as soon as possible, now it's the third quarter, and the shareholders' meeting will be held at the end of the year, if he can get the 35% share certificate, he can directly Many issues are resolved at the general meeting of shareholders.

Song Ran has always been very active. Two days later, he asked Song Qingshuang for a day off: "Mr. Song, I have something to do. I want to ask for a day off this weekend."

"Yes." Song Qingshuang nodded, with no expression on her snow-white face, she just asked casually, "How is Lin Feiyu doing?"

Song Ran said casually: "It's nothing special. Oh, he called me before and said that there will be a dinner with Director Cui next Friday, and he asked me to go with him."

"Nothing special?" Song Qingshuang raised her voice involuntarily.

Song Ran was taken aback for a moment, somewhat puzzled by the other party's meaning: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingshuang narrowed her eyes, and after a long time said coldly: "It's nothing. By the way, I will go to the dinner next Friday."

"Oh, fine." Song Ran said readily.

Song Qingshuang snorted coldly, frowned and left.

Song Ran looked at his slender back, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, why did the little white-eyed wolf suddenly ask about Lin Feiyu's situation, and then looked disappointed and annoyed?Did the little bastard provoke him again?

Song Ran thought for a while but couldn't think of a reason, and he didn't have the extra thought to think about these details now. This weekend, he boarded the plane to Liucheng.

The bank that Song Ran's father went to back then was a very small and reliable private bank. Its main business was concentrated on funds and trusts. There were not many core customers, but most of them started with a million dollars.

It's midsummer now, just as Song Ran walked into the lobby of the bank, a gust of cool air rushed towards him, and a lobby manager wearing gold-rimmed glasses warmly greeted him: "What business do you want to handle, sir?"

According to Song Ran's guess, his father handled the safe business in this bank back then, and then put the 35% equity certificate in the safe, but his current identity is "Song Xiaoran", not Song Min's. Son, of course you can't ask the bank directly, and it's better not to even ask, so as not to arouse the bank's suspicion.

Although it is more troublesome, Song Ran has already thought of a way. He coughed lightly and said calmly: "Can you handle private safe business here?"

The lobby manager smiled and said, "Of course."

Song Ran said lightly: "Is it a combination lock or a fingerprint lock? What about the price?"

The lobby manager explained carefully: "Before 2010, the locks were coded locks, and the locks later were all coded locks and fingerprint locks. As for the price, the small safe for small valuables starts at [-] a year, and the larger ones are more expensive. Items, such as large antique vases, are more expensive, about [-] a year, but we have an event now, and you can get a discount for trust products..."

"The price is not cheap. The small safes in the state-owned bank are only a thousand yuan." Song Ran shook his head pretendingly.

"It is indeed much more expensive than the state-owned banks, but we are all for high-end users..." The lobby manager smiled apologetically.

After chatting for a while, Song Ran pretended to be worried, and asked with a frown, "By the way, if my things are private items, others shouldn't be able to check them, right?"

The lobby manager smiled and said: "Of course not. Only customers or their immediate family members can inquire and collect ID cards. If there are inquiries from unknown persons, we will be very vigilant."

Sure enough, it was the same as what I thought, but fortunately, I didn't come up rashly and ask.Song Ran nodded, and said lightly: "Okay, I see, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette."

After leaving the bank, Song Ran didn't go to smoke, but went to a pharmacy across the street and bought a box of Suxiao Jiuxin Pills.

He put the box of quick-acting heart-relief pills in the pocket of his suit jacket, and then thought to himself, this kind of small private bank should not have many underground vaults, probably only two, with cash and gold bars in one vault, The private safe is placed in another vault. If you handle the safe business yourself, you can enter the vault and play by ear.

Song Ran squinted his eyes, and lightly touched the box of quick-acting heart-relief pills in his pocket. If his guess was correct, he could rely on it to get the document.

He returned to the bank, and straight to the point said to the lobby manager: "Manager, I plan to get a small safe and buy another 150 million trust products."

"Yes, please come here to sign the contract." The lobby manager greeted Song Ran and entered the VIP room, and then called a little girl who was in charge of the safe business.

Song Ran signed the contract, and then swiped the card readily: "OK, take me to the safe."

The lobby manager said to the little girl, "Xiao Li, take this Mr. Song to check the safe in No. 2 warehouse, and set the password by the way."

The little girl said: "Mr. Song, this way please."

"Well, let's go." Song Ran stood up, put the suit jacket containing Suxiao Jiuxin Pill on the back of the sofa, and then followed the little girl into the VIP elevator behind.

The little girl took the elevator down to the second floor with Song Ran, opened two thick iron doors, and came to the No. 2 warehouse where the safe was placed.

"It's quite strict, not bad." Song Ran said, looking around a few times. This warehouse is about the size of an ordinary classroom. There are thousands of small safes. It looks a bit like a locker in a supermarket. Each There is a small code pad on the door of the safe, and there is a blue label next to it, with a number like "200204 (5)" written on it.

Song Ran knew in his heart that 20 is the year, 0204 is the date, and (5) should be the fifth customer of the day.

The little girl wondered, "Sir, it's time to enter the password."

Song Ran came back to her senses, and smiled gently at the little girl: "Okay."

The little girl was obviously dumbfounded, and then couldn't help but blush a little, and whispered: "You're welcome."

Song Ran entered the password once, and when he was about to enter it for the second time, he suddenly frowned tightly, grabbed his collar with his right hand, and fell limply forward, leaning against the safe with a pair of eyes. Very uncomfortable look: "Um..."

The little girl was startled, and said anxiously: "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Ran tremblingly said: "I, I have a bad heart... In the suit jacket, there is a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill..."

While he was trying to pretend to be sick, he was extremely nervous. The normal operation of the bank is to call the staff above through the walkie-talkie, and customers cannot be left alone below. If the little girl did this, he would have no chance to steal the documents.

But the current situation is quite special. Song Ran glanced at it just now. The No. 1 warehouse next door where the cash is stored is tightly locked, and the other safes in this No. 2 warehouse are also tightly locked. There is no risk of theft. I suddenly had a heart attack, and the little girl was relatively innocent and kind-hearted, so she was very likely to run up to find medicine for me when I was in a hurry.

Moreover, the camera is only available in the corridor, because customers need to enter a password when storing valuables in the safe, so there is no camera installed in the warehouse.

Taken together, I have nearly half the chance of success.

Song Ran clutched his chest tightly, his lips trembling slightly, obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable: "Medicine..."

He has been an agent for several years, and watched Lin Feiyu's little bastard act in so many plays, and he has learned a little bit. Although he is not as good as Lin Feiyu in pretending to be sick, he still looks decent.

The little girl panicked for a few seconds, then stomped her feet, turned around and ran out!

It's done!Song Ran immediately stood up and quickly searched according to the date, 2010, 2005, 2000, 1995... 920523 (1), that's it!It was on this day, May 1992, 5, that my father came to this bank!

Song Ran barely suppressed her excitement, and quickly entered her mother's birthday in the lunar calendar on the password keyboard. After entering it only once, she heard a soft "click", and the safe door slowly opened, revealing a copy of the date inside. Thin files!

Song Ran immediately put the documents into her arms and closed the cabinet door again.

At this moment, there was a rush of chaotic footsteps from the corridor outside, and the little girl's worried voice: "Manager, he suddenly fell down, he seems to have a heart attack!"

Song Ran is standing near the warehouse gate, more than ten meters away from his own safe, and it is too late to run back, but if the staff finds him here, they are very likely to become suspicious. Once the bank becomes suspicious and calls the police, he suspects It's too bad if you still have that document in your pocket!

Song Ran only hesitated for a moment, and immediately fell to the ground, pretending to be unconscious and crawling towards the door.

As soon as he got down on the ground, there was a mess of footsteps at the door of the warehouse, as well as screams and shouts, and then someone turned him over, and a group of people hurriedly stuffed quick-acting Jiuxin pills into his mouth, The person who pinches him neutralizes the tiger's mouth.

Song Ran took the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill in his mouth, and after 2 minutes, he pretended to be slowly recovering, panting and said in a hoarse voice: "Huh... Thank you, thank you."

"It's fine, it's fine." The lobby manager and several other staff who rushed over were obviously relieved. If the customer died in the bank, it would be very troublesome.

The little girl hesitated, "Mr. Song, do you want to call an ambulance?"

Song Ran waved his hand weakly: "No need, it's an old problem, just take a rest."

After Song Ran was helped up by everyone, he rested in the VIP room for a long time. The lobby manager and several staff members accompanied him carefully, for fear that he might feel uncomfortable again. Song Ran felt very guilty, but there was nothing else. After all, his current identity is "Song Xiaoran" who is out of reach, and it is impossible to obtain the documents through formal channels.

In the end, in order to express his gratitude, he bought another 30 wealth management products in addition to trust products, and then slowly left the bank.

He turned two streets, found a quiet café, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat down at a table by the window.

Song Ran looked around, then took a deep breath, and then carefully took out the document in his arms.

That document was already very old, and the thin paper was light yellow that belonged to the long years. Song Ran only turned two pages, and her breathing involuntarily became rapid.

Sure enough, this is an early shareholding configuration document, which is enough to prove that Song Min and his wife own 35% of the shares of Song Group, and after Song Min and his wife were killed, their only son, Song Ran, should inherit this 35% of the shares .

However, the Song Group was not listed in the early days, its financial reports were not transparent, and its management was not formal. After the death of his parents, Song Gang and Bai Wenxin and his wife did not know what method they used to hide this matter from the sky and privately swallow up the 35% that belonged to Song Ran. shares.

Song Ran looked at the stack of documents carefully, her heart sank gradually.

He thought of the things he found in the Red Star Welfare Institute. No wonder, no wonder Song Gang and Bai Wenxin tried every means to find him, and used all means to win his trust and gratitude. First, he cheated the old dean of his money , and then pretended to sponsor the orphanage, and finally adopted himself.

They gave enough favors and showed enough kindness, but they themselves were so grateful, they worked for the Song Group for a lifetime, and finally died for Song Qingshuang.

The more Song Ran thought about it, the more his chest became cold. From now on, Song Gang and Bai Wenxin might think that they knew the existence of this document and the existence of the 35% shares, so they pretended to be loving adoptive parents and tried to "influence "Young self, let yourself take the initiative to hand over the 35% of the shares.

But they didn't know that the father didn't tell him anything, because even the father never imagined that not long after, their whole family encountered such bad luck, and only one three-year-old child was left.

Therefore, the truth about the robbery and murder... No, no, there is no evidence yet, and it cannot be asserted that it is related to Song Gang, Bai Wenxin and his wife.

Song Ran gritted her teeth, stopped thinking about the robbery and murder case, and started thinking about the current situation instead.

The document in my hand is enough to prove that "Song Ran" owns 35% of the shares of the Song Group, but "Song Ran" is unconscious now, and most of the 35% of the shares will be handed over to his current guardian—that is, Song Qingshuang dealt with it. In this way, Song Qingshuang still holds 70% of the shares, which is no different from before.

Unless... unless "Song Ran" left something similar to a will and gave the 35% of the shares to others, but "Song Ran" has been in a coma for so many years, where did the will come from?

Song Ran frowned and was thinking hard when he suddenly heard a crisp voice: "Sir, we are doing user research, can you write your opinion?"

He looked up and saw a young girl in a coffee shop apron looking at him timidly.

"Oh, yes." Song Ran took the pen casually and began to write brushily. After he became "Song Xiaoran", he would try his best to imitate Song Xiaoran's handwriting, but now he just writes casually outside.

After he finished writing, he looked down at the strange yet familiar smooth handwriting, and suddenly blinked dully.

Damn, how can I be so stupid, and still be troubled for a long time?My own handwriting is that of "Song Ran", as long as I write a will by myself, and then try to make it old!