Song Yuzhang

Although holding a banquet is tiring, it also has many benefits. Not to mention getting acquainted with people, and receiving a lot of gifts, Song Yuzhang couldn't dismantle it alone, so Song Mingzhao asked Song Mingzhao to dismantle it together.

Song Mingzhao likes to do this kind of thing. He arranges the unpacked gifts one by one. At the same time, he introduces to Song Yuzhang who gave the gift and what new stories he has in Haizhou.

Song Yuzhang listened and thought that Song Mingzhao was not a completely useless dude, and he really knew the relationship between Haizhou people well. Song Yuzhang thought this way, and his expression showed tender appreciation.

Song Mingzhao was talking about Xing, and was a little embarrassed by Song Yuzhang's eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Fourth brother, you are really amazing."

Song Mingzhao was even more embarrassed, "What am I good at, are you kidding me that I only know how to meddle in these things?"

"How could it be?" Song Yuzhang said softly, "Is it easy for anyone to find out about these mysterious things? I also want to thank you, brother four, for your willingness to teach me, otherwise a person like me who knows nothing When you interact with them, you don’t understand anything, and when you make a mistake, it’s annoying to be reckless, but I don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s really a joke.”

Song Mingzhao was used to being criticized, and after being praised by Song Yuzhang, he felt even more ashamed and blushed than being scolded.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he bit Song Yuzhang when he went up, biting Song Yuzhang's fingers, wrists, elbows... The weather was still hot, and Song Yuzhang only wore a thin short-sleeved shirt at home, which was convenient for Song Mingzhao, an old "cannibal" .

Song Yuzhang was just patient at first, and played with a diamond tie clip. Later, when he saw that Song Mingzhao was going to get into his sleeve, he stretched out his hand and slapped Song Mingzhao's ass hard.

With a crisp sound of "pa", Song Mingzhao was stunned. He looked at Song Yuzhang in a daze, "Xiaoyu, spank my ass."

Song Yuzhang nodded with a smile, "You are only allowed to bite me, and I am not allowed to beat you?"

Song Mingzhao didn't object, and said happily, "Then I'll beat you too!"

"You hit me..." Song Yuzhang leaned over and said with a smile, "...then I'll bite you."

Song Mingzhao also smiled, and moved his wrist closer, "You bite, you bite."

Song Yuzhang shook his head, "I don't bite my hand."

"Then what do you want to bite?" Song Mingzhao withdrew his hand and said seriously, as if he was preparing for Song Yuzhang to say something, and he was going to put it to Song Yuzhang's mouth.

Song Yuzhang smiled lightly and remained silent.

Song Mingzhao felt a strange heat in his mysterious smile, and someone rushed to hug him, shaking his shoulders and said, "Hurry up."

Song Yuzhang was rocked back and forth by him, and his low laughter echoed in his throat. When the two were about to fall on the sofa, he held Song Mingzhao's waist, "Be careful."

Song Mingzhao quarreled with him for a while, sweated a little again, and felt very happy in his heart. He liked being with Song Yuzhang more and more now, but every time the two got together soon, he couldn't help but want to be with Song Yuzhang. Make a fuss, otherwise I always feel that there is something in my body that is eager to try to make trouble.

The two continued to unwrap the presents, and Song Mingzhao said "Hey" while unpacking. Song Yuzhang looked over and Song Mingzhao opened a dark jewelry box in his hand. Song Mingzhao turned his palm and turned the box to Song Yuzhang. The box was covered with dark blue velvet. Inside lay a pigeon blood stone the size of a thumbnail.

"It's really interesting," Song Mingzhao said, "No one gave you such a pigeon blood stone. It's so big, it looks like it's more than twice the size of the one I gave you, right?"

Song Mingzhao muttered, "Who is so generous?" He fiddled with the box to see if there was any signature.

Song Yuzhang took out the pigeon blood stone from the box.

This pigeon blood stone is indeed bigger and brighter than the one given to him by Song Mingzhao. There are natural flocs of gemstones hidden in it, and the rotation is extremely gorgeous and mysterious.

"I didn't write my name." Song Mingzhao really couldn't find the agency.

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "It's okay, just keep it."

Afterwards, Song Yuzhang unpacked another unnamed gift, which was packed in a huanghuali box, and it was a milky white jade seal.

Song Mingzhao called "beautiful" after seeing it.

"This man is really ingenious. He gave you a seal made of jade."

Song Mingzhao hurriedly found a stack of paper and ink pads, took the seal and covered it, and the three characters "Song Yuzhang" in red official script were clearly printed on the paper. Song Mingzhao said in amazement: "Which master wrote this, the words are really It's unusually written."

Song Mingzhao is an expert in "playing". After playing with it carefully for a while, he liked it more and more. He said to Song Yuzhang, "This thing is very expensive and thoughtful. I don't know who gave it to me."

He took the huanghuali box and looked through it, and said: "This box seems to be quite old." After sniffing it lightly, he said: "It's quite fragrant."

"Why is it so strange?" Song Mingzhao glanced at the table full of presents, and said with a smile, "The two most expensive gifts are unsigned, why don't I give you the correct guest list and find out who they are?"

"No need," Song Yuzhang said, "Since they don't want to sign, there is a reason for not signing, so let's keep them all."

The gifts were neatly summarized, and Song Yuzhang collected the pigeon blood stone and jade seal together, together with the check he had saved.

They are all valuable things, and they are convenient to put together when they are taken away.

After resting for two days, Song Yuzhang returned to the bank. The first thing he did when he returned to the bank was to check Liu Chuanzong's resume.

Liu Chuanzong was the senior secretary assigned to him by Song Jincheng. He was about forty years old and had an unusually reticent temperament. Song Yuzhang was sitting in the office, and he was sitting in a cubicle outside the office. If Song Yuzhang didn't look for him, Then he can walk around outside quietly like a shadow for a whole day, so that people can't figure out when he came and when he left.

After Song Yuzhang looked through his resume, he was convinced that he was also a genius of a different style.

The genius Liu Chuanzong came from a hard background. He had no property, no job, no father and no mother. He spent three years in school, failed in the exam, and spent another year. This time he passed the exam. The Song family worked as a domestic servant, and continued to go to school after becoming a domestic servant. After finishing his studies, he entered the bank and worked in the Song Family Bank for more than ten years.

Song Yuzhang closed the page and let out a sigh of relief.

This is not from Song Jincheng, but from Song Zhenqiao.

Song Zhenqiao sent him such a perfect talent quietly. Could it be that Song Zhenqiao really wanted to hand over the bank to "Song Yuzhang"?

It's incredible.

It's not that the Song family has no sons, so why would they hand over such a huge family fortune to an illegitimate son whom they haven't seen for 20 years?

It's true that the sons of the Song family don't look like they can be successful, but the third son of Song is definitely not stupid. Song Yuzhang doesn't believe that Song Zhenqiao will fail to see that these three sons are talents.

Could it be that Song Qiyuan was unwilling to accept this family business?

There are indeed such people, not only there are, but there are quite a few.

Song Yuzhang has come into contact with rich sons and brothers. These sons and young masters have been rich and well-clothed since childhood, and there are many people who do not eat fireworks in the world. They often have different minds from ordinary people, especially those who have stayed abroad. Their mouths are either dreams or freedom. The family property for their squandering is scornful.

In this regard, Song Yuzhang felt that it was not surprising that people always disdain what they have, but love to chase what they don't have.

Well, to take a step back, even if Song Zhenqiao really couldn't find a suitable person to inherit the family business, why did he think "Song Yuzhang" was suitable?

Song Zhenqiao didn't know anything about "Song Yuzhang", an illegitimate son living outside.

Song Yuzhang didn't even think that "Song Yuzhang" would be treated differently by Song Zhenqiao because of his mother's preciousness. The old lady of the Song family had been dead for many years. If Song Zhenqiao really cherished "Song Yuzhang"'s biological mother so much, he would have accepted him After returning to China and getting married, it's not something to be ashamed of.

Having ignored them for 20 years, Song Zhenqiao is unlikely to have any special feelings for the mother and son.

Song Yuzhang couldn't figure it out. As usual, he kept the question in his heart and waited for the answer later. He picked up the phone and called Liu Chuanzong into the office.

After Liu Chuanzong put down the phone, he arrived immediately, "Fifth Lord, are you looking for me?"

Song Yuzhang looked him up and down.

Liu Chuanzong was dressed like the most common bank clerk, shirt and trousers, with a pen clipped on his chest. He stood upright, with his head slightly hanging, and looked like a very honest middle-aged man.

"How many people come to apply for loans today?"

"Back to Lord Wu, there are a total of 17 people who came to apply for the loan in the morning."

"Well," Song Yuzhang nodded, "You sit first."

When Liu Chuanzong sat down, he also sat in a very orderly manner.

Song Yuzhang put his arms on the table casually, looked sideways at Liu Chuanzong, and said softly, "I heard that you are a servant of the Song family."

"Yes."

"How many years have you signed the contract of selling yourself?"

"Death contract."

Song Yuzhang was silent for a moment.

This can be regarded as a first-class confidant, Song Zhenqiao is willing to put such a person by his side?To help him, or to monitor him?

Song Yuzhang said: "You seem to have worked in every position in the bank."

"Yes."

"It's a pity that you haven't stayed abroad," Song Yuzhang said. "Now there are so many foreigners in Haizhou. If you want to do business with foreigners, your inability to speak foreign language will hinder your promotion."

This is not a problem, so Liu Chuanzong chose to remain silent.

"Well, since Dad sent you to my side, you can teach me how to work in the bank. In return, I will hire a foreign language teacher for you to teach you foreign language. What do you think?"

Liu Chuanzong raised his head slightly, he looked at Song Yuzhang quietly, and then lowered his head after a glance, "Fifth Master, I am the servant of the family, you are the young master, I will do whatever you ask me to do, You don't have to do anything with me in exchange for something in return."

Song Yuzhang had never heard him say such a long speech, and after listening to it, he smiled, "That's not what you said, do you really want to be a slave for the rest of your life?"

Liu Chuanzong remained silent again, just when Song Yuzhang thought he would not answer, Liu Chuanzong said flatly and normally: "I don't want to."