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"Is it Song Zhi?"

"Well, may I ask?"

"I'm Fang Chengyan."

As soon as the words were finished, there were varying degrees of silence on both sides.

"I don't know how your body is recovering?" The man's voice was cold, and after being polite, he cut to the point: "Are you free at noon tomorrow?"

"We would like to treat you to dinner as a token of our gratitude."

"……no need."

"..."

Song Zhi tactfully refused: "Please also convey it to me, thank you for the kindness of the old man, don't specifically thank him, it's not a big deal."

Chen Baiyu on the opposite side slammed the mahjong on the table: "Isn't it a big deal to have amnesia?"

I don't know whether it was because of the rejection, or because he heard the movement on the poker table, Fang Chengyan was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Okay, I hope you recover as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Song Zhiye and the man replied politely, then hung up the phone.

Here, when the old man saw Fang Chengyan staring at his phone, he knew that this matter was not going to be done quickly, and he couldn't help nagging: "Fang Chengyan, do you talk to people like this every day? It seems that others owe you how much money of."

"Every day is like this tone of immortality, how will I find a girlfriend in the future?" Fang Changyun babbled non-stop, with a tone of hatred: "I can't complain, I'm still single at the age of 29."

Fang Sheng was listening to the joke, and the old man immediately glared back at him: "And you! You are 43, what are you laughing at? You laugh at fifty steps instead of one hundred steps?"

He glanced back and forth at the two disappointing children and grandchildren, sighed, then reached out to ask Fang Chengyan for his cell phone, and made a second call himself.

As soon as the connection was made, Fang Changyun immediately changed into a kind tone, calling each "little knower" very affectionately.

This time it was the old man who went into battle in person, and Fang Changyun wanted to talk about it, but Song Zhi really couldn't shirk it.

That's how he made an appointment.

Noon the next day.

After the Fang family picked up someone from Song Zhi's home, they went straight to the five-star hotel.

Chen Baiyu happened to be at Song Zhi's house, so he took him along by the way.

"Where are we going?" Chen Baiyu poked his head out from the back seat of the car. He was envious of the man's Mercedes Benz yesterday, but he sat in it today.

Not bad.

The experience is very good.

"Marriott Hotel." Fang Chengyan drove the car intently.

Song Zhi was sitting behind the driver. From his point of view, the man's back was facing him. His shoulders were straight and broad, and his suit dropped his shoulders perfectly. He looked restrained, elegant and charming.

You need to wait for a traffic light at the intersection ahead.

The man stopped the car, put his left hand on the window glass run channel, held the steering wheel with his right hand, clasped his index finger, and waited patiently.

He also wears a luxurious and low-key Earl watch on his right hand. The dial is delicate and looks expensive.

Song Zhibai stared at the man's hand boredly for a while.

It was this big hand with the watch that somehow made him feel familiar, but he couldn't remember it at all.

I seem to have seen it somewhere...

The red light is only a short 60 seconds.

When he retracted his gaze and raised his head again.

Unexpectedly, he was facing the man's deep eyes in the rearview mirror——

Song Zhi stopped breathing briefly, then turned his head out of the window expressionlessly.

After being caught peeking at someone's hand by a man, he didn't show the slightest embarrassment on his face. His nonchalant look was quite similar to the stubbornness he had when he was holding a big bag of tea that afternoon.

After getting off the car, Song Zhi was led upstairs by the old man who had been waiting for a long time.

He originally planned to sit at the door, thinking that it would be fine to have a meal, but Fang Sheng dragged him to the main seat abruptly.

At this kind of dinner table, there are unwritten rules about who should sit where and who should be next to whom.The seat closest to the door should be the junior, while the host and the distinguished guests invited by the host must sit in the innermost seat directly opposite the door to show their dignity.Song Zhi and Chen Baiyu grew up eating and drinking at their father's dinner table when they were young. How could they not know this?

It's just that Song Zhichang is so old, and he has never received such courtesy.He was young, and at the dinner table, he was always the one closest to the door.

Under the arrangement of the old man, he sat peacefully on the main seat, while Chen Baiyu sat next to Song Zhi, and the immediate relatives of the Fang family sat on the two sides.

This dining room is located on the 20th floor, about [-] square meters in size. The most interesting thing is its panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Song Zhi can take a panoramic view of the high-rise buildings and busy traffic outside just by turning his head. excellent.

After all, it is a five-star hotel, there is no need to wait, the food is served directly as soon as the guests are seated.Several beautiful waiters in cheongsams filed in and out, and after a while, the table was filled with fried, fried, steamed, stewed and stewed dishes.

In the end, the beautiful waitresses lined up and brought out a five-layer cake with a card on it that read—"Congratulations to Mr. Song for being discharged from the hospital."

The old man stood up to give a speech and to serve wine. There were so many forms that made Song Zhi very uncomfortable.

"You are just recovering from a serious illness, so stop drinking." Fang Sheng stood up and poured Song Zhi a cup of tea.

"Thank you." He hurriedly got up and took the other party's full tea with both hands.

"You're welcome, our Fang family should thank you," Fang Sheng sighed, "It's really thanks to you, otherwise the scene that day was really... I'm afraid now."

"You are our family's savior." After speaking, he toasted Song Zhiduan and poured it all down.

The old man smiled even more happily. He was very satisfied with Fang Sheng's performance today, and unexpectedly spit out ivory from the dog's mouth.

Song Zhi couldn't remember what scene he was referring to, but he took a sip of tea politely and responded, "It's just a matter of little effort, you don't have to do that."

Next, it was Fang Chengyan's turn to toast.

Other relatives don't need to raise their glasses, but their grandchildren and grandchildren must toast to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi also waited silently.

The old man thought to himself, this kid Cheng Yan is smarter than his uncle, how could he be able to hold back a few obedient sentences, and waited for a long time with a smile, then turned his head to see that his good grandson didn't even open his mouth.

The man was winked by the old man.

Only then did Fang Chengyan pick up the goblet of red wine on the table, while staring at Song Zhi, he stretched out his long arms, and in front of the old man and Fang Sheng, lightly collided with the white porcelain teacup in Song Zhi's hand, There was a crisp crashing sound.

"I wish you a speedy recovery."

His words were mixed with private goods.

I really want to know, if the other party regains their memory, and remembers their ambiguous entanglement that morning, what expression and words they will say now.

Song Zhi nodded and drank tea quietly. For some reason, this person made him feel an unspeakable weirdness in his heart.

"Finished?" The old man could only laugh dryly, "Cheng Yan."

Immediately afterwards, he said to Song Zhi: "By the way, your uncle Zheng was frightened that day and lay at home for several days. He couldn't travel far, and couldn't come to Beijing to visit you in person."

"He told me to take good care of you and asked when you would come back."

Song Zhi frowned slightly, apparently not remembering this character.Seeing that his expression was wrong, the old man immediately reacted: "Look at my memory, I forgot."

Afraid that he would mind, Fang Changyun changed the topic and asked with a smile: "How old are you this year? Do you have a girlfriend?"

His question was extremely abrupt, and as soon as the topic was brought up, the women sitting next to him became lively: "I have wanted to ask for a long time, the young man is so handsome, there must be many girls chasing him, how old is he?"

"25 this year." Song Zhi answered honestly.

"It's four years younger than Cheng Yan."

"Just right. Maybe you can go to the blind date market together, find a suitable girl, and go on a blind date."

It was a beautiful lady who spoke.

The smile on her face is very charming, and from her smooth forehead and perfect eyebrows, one can vaguely see some of Fang Chengyan's features.

—presumably his mother.

But, go on a blind date together?

Song Zhi and the man cast their gazes at each other at the same time.

just forget it……

It's time to eat a meal.

The sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the hotel—the crackling electronic cannons shook the sky, even though the dining room was on a high floor, they could still be heard clearly.

Song Zhi glanced out from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"What's the situation?" Chen Baiyu picked up a king crab with his hand, and looked at it: "When did this building get a new sign? I live here every day, why haven't I noticed it?"

"I think it's almost time." Fang Changyun beside him actually slowly opened the chair and stood up.

Fang Sheng and Fang Chengyan followed closely behind, and went out together under the suspicious eyes of Song Zhi and Chen Baiyu.The women also stopped eating, wiped their lips with tissues, and picked up their handbags.

Only Song Zhi and Chen Baiyu were like two outsiders, looking at everything in front of them in amazement, confused.

this meal.

Is it finished now?

"Young Master Song, are you full?" Fang Changyun asked.

Song Zhi was very puzzled for a moment, and looked back at Chen Baiyu, and found that the other party had the same confused expression, and responded: "I'm full."

"Okay, okay." The old man smiled mysteriously: "Let's go downstairs first, and come back later to continue eating."

Song Zhi didn't understand what kind of operation this was. How could a family invite someone to eat and suddenly stop halfway to ask the guests to go downstairs?

Chen Baiyu was also thinking in his heart: Is there such a thing?He has only eaten half of the crab.

A group of people got off the elevator.

Song Zhi and Chen Baiyu chose to follow behind.

The two of them followed Mr. Fang to the small square where the electronic cannon was fired just now, and stood far away beside the temporary stage that had been built.

In front is Central Avenue, with row upon row of high-end shops on both sides, which can be called the most prosperous commercial street in Beijing.

Chen Baiyu looked around with question marks on the surrounding decorations, flower baskets, banners, and security guards.In addition, several cameras were set up around the stage. Judging from the logos on the machines, they looked like local news media in District H, but there were not many of them.There is also a red carpet in front, which looks very formal.

What is this for?

More and more people showed up.

Most of them are professional elites dressed in suits and leather shoes, among them are some uncles in government agencies that Chen Baiyu knows.Then, he watched Fang Changyun suspiciously stepping forward and shaking hands with a man who had just got off the car.

Chen Baiyu suddenly felt even more rare, and muttered: "What kind of scene, the secretary of the district committee has come in person."

The more Chen Baiyu looked, the more confused he became. He carefully recognized the faces of these people and scanned them one by one. He only knew a few of them. I took a look at the newly hung words on the building.

——Century Real Estate.

A few seconds later, he suddenly felt blessed and said, "What does their family do?"

Song Zhi had already sat down on a stone pier by the side of the road, as he had heard from his sister-in-law.

"It seems to be in the real estate business."

Chen Baiyu's eyebrows twisted even more: "Then, that Fang Chengyan, what's his father's name?"

Song Zhi shook his head and said he didn't know.

Chen Baiyu hurriedly took out his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and searched, and the first search engine's message popped up——

President of Century Real Estate Group.

His father is...Fang Shihong?

Chen Baiyu's eyes widened in an instant. His biological father is the head of the tax bureau. He had seen the license plate number of this taxpayer at the government's Commendation Party for the Top [-] Taxpayers...

The vague memories seem to be connected in series.

Fang Chengyan's Mercedes-Benz license plate that day... was the one that was replaced.

"Fuck me." He said "fuck me" several times in a row to the phone.Even though Chen Baiyu had discovered that Fang Chengyan's family seemed to have a lot of money, he still didn't expect to reach such a terrifying level. He was so shocked that he was speechless several times.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhi asked.

"The old man you saved is Fang Shihong's real father?"

"Who is that?" Song Zhi didn't know him.

Who is that?

That is the richest man in District H of Beijing and the largest commercial real estate developer in the country!

"That's a rich man..."

"What do you mean?"

Chen Baiyu really wanted to slap him on the head, but Xiaozhi's head is still not healed, so he can't slap him, and he will cry if he is slapped.

"What do you mean?" Chen Baiyu suddenly lowered his tone.

He patted Song Zhi on the shoulder, calmed down, and said meaningfully: "You fucking met a nobleman!"

On the stage of the noisy simple venue, someone walked up.After expressing his gratitude to all the guests, the man announced that today's ribbon-cutting ceremony has officially begun.

Not far from Song Zhi, Fang Chengyan was standing among a group of successful people, maneuvering around with ease.The whole Fang family, young and old, were all chatting with acquaintances in the crowd.

The old man stood on the edge of the stage, and suddenly waved to Song Zhi who was in the distance, signaling him to come over quickly.

"Mr. Song, please walk on the red carpet and come on stage." A female secretary next to him specially came to remind him, and greeted him with a smile.

Song Zhi sat on the stone pier, full of doubts.

Everyone on the stage also looked at this young man, and even the cameras were aimed at him.

Just when he was feeling the pressure, a tall figure suddenly stood beside him.

Song Zhi looked up.

The man has a strong aura, a tall and straight figure, and a meticulous suit. The red carpet and business ceremonies behind him complement his temperament, making people feel that he seems to be born here.

Fang Chengyan said: "The media are taking pictures, let's go together first."

Song Zhi is not the kind of person who likes to show off. He has never liked the camera, but he was confused by the back and forth operations. He was led by the man in a daze, and the two stepped onto the red carpet and walked up to the old man. .

"Come on, Young Master Song, come here."

Fang Changyun, the former founder of Tangtang Real Estate Company, happily moved out of the way for this young man, and the successful people next to him also made a big space for him.

Still right in the middle.

Afterwards, the old man asked the hostesses on both sides to straighten the red silk with a big flower ball.

"It's up to you to cut."

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhi slightly opened his eyes wide.

The cameras of the surrounding media reporters clicked and clicked.

A pair of golden scissors weighing about two or three catties was stuffed into his hand.