Song Yuzhang

Three days after the Peony's original docking date, signs of commotion finally appeared in Haizhou, the destination. The Peony not only carried nearly a thousand passengers, but also a large amount of medicine cargo. They also sent private boats out to sea for inspection one after another, and the Haizhou port was overcrowded for a while.

"Young master, go and have a look, it's time to fight!"

Ding Youhai was sweating on the top of his head, and wiped the sweat with a handkerchief, his small eyes behind the glasses kept glancing at Meng Tingjing, who was sitting on the seat with a calm face.

Meng Tingjing smoked the cigarette leisurely, crushed the cigarette butt into the glass jar on the table, raised his face, smiling, with the frightening evil smell that Ding Youhai often saw, "Fight it!" gone?"

"It's a lot of trouble," Ding Youhai said anxiously, "I'm in a hurry to go to sea."

"So urgent," Meng Tingjing changed the subject and said abruptly, "Is there your cargo on board?"

Ding Youhai was startled for a moment, but when he met Meng Tingjing's eyes, his forehead was sweating profusely.

The port in Haizhou is fully controlled by the Meng family, and there is a commission fee for ships coming and going. This is a huge profit, and the fat is not enough to describe it. With such a fat benefit, the Meng family is already rich in Haizhou. come out.

The master is rich, and the generals will naturally follow suit, and privately let these ships bring some private goods that are in short supply, and transport them to Haizhou for resale. These are just exposed through the cracks of the fingers above, which is enough for them to make a fortune.

This matter was originally "the people don't raise officials and don't investigate", but since the young master Meng Tingjing took charge of the pier, the rumors have become more and more serious day by day, and many generals who made money in it have been investigated and dealt with. Ding Youhai knows the methods of this young master , hastily confessed, "Just, just some silk..."

Meng Tingjing laughed, leaned back, crossed his feet on the table, and said lazily, "Silk and satin."

Ding Youhai swears that it is just some silk and satin, and save some for his wife and daughter to make clothes at home, and the little leftover is also kept at home for emergencies.

It had rained a few days ago, and the weather has started to heat up these two days. Ding Youhai said that while wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, the handkerchief was almost soaked. He was afraid of this young master, and the entire Meng family was afraid of everything.

During the long silence, Ding Youhai's knees became weaker and weaker, almost unable to stand up.

"Old Ding."

"Hey."

Ding Youhai is like a child who has made a mistake and responds to his parents, approaching with fear.

"Silk and satin, yes."

Ding Youhai's heart hanging in the sky slowly returned to his chest.

Meng Tingjing turned her face away, hooked her finger on the glass jar on the table, and groped around the edge, "Yantu, no."

Before he could say his excuses, a gust of wind hit his forehead, and immediately his forehead felt hot and painful like lava. Ding Youhai let out a scream, and fell to the ground. His brain buzzed, knowing that something was wrong, he immediately cried and begged for mercy.

"Young master, please forgive me, this is the first time for me, I have seniors and juniors..."

"There are also two concubines who just turned eighteen." Meng Tingjing helped him connect.

Ding Youhai's howling voice suddenly stopped.

Meng Tingjing's long legs fell to the ground like flowers, he stood up, walked in front of Ding Youhai, and kicked Ding Youhai over.

"You fucking enjoy it."

Meng Tingjing couldn't help but beat up the man, turned around and went to pull the drawer, the man who was beaten bruised and swollen hurriedly rushed up and hugged his calf, wailing with snot and tears, "Shaodong, Master, I, I am not guilty of death, I...the two aunts and wives, I, and I have not slept a few times..."

"Get out," Meng Tingjing took a handful of Brownings, turned around and slapped Ding Youhai on the head again, "I'm not your wife, I need you to explain this to me, get out, if you don't get out, I will One shot will kill you!"

Ding Youhai hastily let go, Meng Tingjing went out, and several workers outside the door who were listening to the movement lowered their heads, Meng Tingjing waved his hand indifferently, "Follow me."

It was at noon when the sun was at its peak, and there was a din of people on the pier, boats were roaring, people were shouting and beating with sticks, making a mess.

Meng Tingjing brought less than ten workers over, and did not attract the attention of many people in the rioting dock.

Meng Tingjing himself was not surprised by this neglected situation.

The ancestors of the Meng family were the number one scholar and served as a third-rank official in the imperial court. After the imperial court was overthrown, the family's glory continued. Meng Tingjing was a well-known young genius in school since he was a child, and he learned stereotyped mathematics very well. , coupled with fair and handsome appearance, is a figure like a pretty scholar.

So when he returned from studying in the UK, many members of the Meng family ignored him.

For such indifference, Meng Tingjing's attitude is to respond with a stronger indifference.

They don't take him seriously, but he doesn't treat these people as human beings.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

Three gunshots sounded like three thunderbolts on the noisy pier, and the people in the melee stopped their hands unanimously, and looked at the people outside the crowd in unison.

Meng Tingjing was wearing a light gray robe. He was tall and tall. The robe of the same color made him look slimmer and thinner. Coupled with his beautiful and gentle face, he looked like a pretty boy. However, he held a Browning in his hand. He fell down slightly, revealing his veined forearm, his finger still on the trigger, and the smile on his face was obviously not because of happiness, and there was an indescribable evil that made people feel chills in the heart.

"Everyone," Meng Tingjing said with a smile, "This is Meng's wharf, not Caishikou." He put Browning down and continued to smile, "If you continue to make trouble, it will be used as a vegetable market entrance, and it will be fine."

Meng Tingjing brought all the leaders back to the office near the pier. They were all wealthy businessmen, and she was very dissatisfied with Meng Tingjing holding up guns to threaten them. After following up the office, the first few people stopped. The people behind were distracted and bumped into them without paying attention. The most prominent people in the city collided into a ball, and someone behind scolded, "What are you doing!" After the situation, he stopped talking.

In the middle of the room was a man kneeling, with blood all over his head and face, holding a veil in his left hand to cover his forehead, the white veil was also dyed red, panting heavily.

"Come in."

Meng Tingjing didn't seem to see Ding Youhai, and politely called the people at the door to come in for a discussion. Seeing that they didn't speak, but just stared at Ding Youhai, he laughed in his heart. , he enforces the family law, which has nothing to do with these people, can anyone accept the Meng family's family law?

The door was crowded with people, Meng Tingjing occupied the chair behind the desk alone, and Ding Youhai, who was kneeling among them, drew a line between Chu and Han with his flesh and blood.

"I know that you are very worried about your relatives, friends, and cargo. It's hard to say what accidents happened during the sea voyage. Since you are staying at the pier of my Meng family, then I, Meng, must be duty-bound, so please go back," Meng Tingjing Looking at the people who were about to move, "I will personally take people out to sea to find them. The fleet is ready and we can set sail immediately."

Someone seemed to have something to say, but was pressed by Meng Tingjing, "Each ship has reserved two places, those who want to send family generals to keep people behind, and those who have no doubts about the credibility of my Meng family can go gone."

After a commotion, those who kept people stayed, and those who left left, Meng Tingjing gave Ding Youhai a drink, and said as if to make the best use of everything: "Go, let them all move."

Ding Youhai let out an "hey" and limped out of the office clutching his forehead.

Meng Ting stayed in the office to change clothes. It was really inconvenient to wear a long gown when going out to sea. After he changed into a hunting suit, he looked slimmer and leaner, cold and slender like pines and cypresses in winter.

When Song Jincheng entered the door, he saw Meng Tingjing pinning the Browning on his waist. He smiled slightly and raised his hand to say hello, "Tingjing, I heard that you are going to go to sea in person?"

"Brother-in-law," Meng Tingjing put down the hem of his coat, smiled kindly at Song Jincheng, and joked, "Why are you here? Could it be that there are also goods from the Song family on board?"

Song Jincheng sighed softly, "It's not a piece of shit."

Meng Tingjing called Song Jincheng to sit down and listened carefully to Song Jincheng's story.

"The old man still has such a story," Meng Tingjing said with a half-smile, "I've never heard of it."

Song Jincheng sighed again, "The family ugliness should not be publicized."

Meng Tingjing didn't think it was a big scandal for Song Zhenqiao to have an illegitimate child after spending some time abroad with a female university student. His father, Meng Huanzhang, married his eighth concubine, and Song Zhenqiao had only one wife, who was married to a bright matchmaker.

"Understood, I will help you pay attention." Meng Ting paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, "Brother-in-law, is Uncle Song in good health now?"

"It's still the same."

Meng Tingjing rubbed his thumb and index finger slightly, he turned his face, and the smile on his face slowly changed, "Brother-in-law, you came to find me on purpose, do you want me to bring him back safely, or..."

Song Jincheng glanced at him immediately, his eyes were terrified, as if Meng Tingjing said something that could smash his ears, the sons of the Song family were all good-looking without exception, Song Jincheng was in his thirties, and his appearance was still very upright, he was elegant Then he said angrily: "Ting Jing, don't talk nonsense!"

Meng Tingjing looked taught, "Oh, I missed something."

Song Jincheng stood up, with his hands behind his back, frowning, "Although he was not born to my mother, he is also my brother after all, a family relationship..." He sighed, "Ting Jing, I think you understand my thoughts best. .”

After Song Jincheng left, Meng Tingjing pondered for a while in the office, and the more he pondered, the more interesting he felt.

Song Zhenqiao has been ill for more than half a year. The Song family is not like the Meng family. The Meng family has only one male in this generation. The Song family has four sons. It is said that they are all outstanding. After Song Zhenqiao fell ill, they fought non-stop. On the way, another younger son came out. Song Zhenqiao became so ill that he even sent a telegram asking him to return home. It seemed that he knew that his life was not long and wanted to distribute some property to his younger son who was away all the year round.

Meng Ting said quietly: "If I am Song Jincheng, then Song Yuzhang will definitely die."

Before boarding the ship, the crew handed Meng Tingjing a small box.

"what?"

"Uncle Song ordered it for you."

Meng Tingjing waved people to go down, opened the box and saw that the object inside was black and shiny with metallic luster, it was a bullet.

Meng Tingjing closed the box with a "snap", smiled secretly, and said in her heart: "That's right, but heroes see the same thing."