Song Yuzhang

In fact, Song Yuzhang has always been a little strange.

Since the entire Song Family Bank is in the hands of Song Zhenqiao, the eldest son of the Song family wants this bank so much, why not go out of his way to curry favor with Song Zhenqiao?When a person is sick and weak, the psychological defense line is always lower than usual. At this time, going to Song Zhenqiao to act as a filial son and virtuous grandson, isn't it more effective than anything else?

Song Mingzhao answered this doubt for Song Yuzhang.

Since Song Mingzhao had made up his mind to advance and retreat with Song Yuzhang, he naturally told Song Yuzhang all the family secrets that could help Song Yuzhang.

In Song Mingzhao's mouth, Song Zhenqiao is arbitrary and suspicious. Over the years, he has been cruel to his sons and lacks love. Pumps like a top.

Six months ago, Song Zhenqiao suffered a sudden illness at home, and after entering the hospital, he was unwilling to come out again.

"He is afraid that if he stays at home, someone will harm him."

Song Mingzhao's mocking smile was full of bitterness, which was very sad. Song Yuzhang took his hand and shook it, "Fourth brother, don't be too sad."

"I'm not sad," Song Mingzhao said to himself, "He doesn't look down on me, and it's not just me. He doesn't look down on me at all anyway. He treats my son as an enemy. I know in my heart that I am I don’t care what kind of person they think of me.”

Song Yuzhang knew that these were just Song Mingzhao's words to distract himself, so he gently rubbed the back of Song Mingzhao's hand with his thumb.

Song Mingzhao was comforted by him, smiled at him, adjusted his mood, and continued talking.

Song Zhenqiao was so suspicious that he didn't even want to see his son. He forbade his sons to "visit" in the hospital without notification. If anyone came suddenly, Song Zhenqiao would be furious because of it.

Hearing this, Song Yuzhang looked at Song Mingzhao with a little surprise.

Song Mingzhao smiled at him, with a hint of doting in his smile, "You are different, Dad is very happy every time he sees you."

Even Song Yuzhang was speechless now.

Could it be that Song Zhenqiao really has some special feelings for this youngest son?

"So, if you want to fight, you have the capital to fight." Song Mingzhao held Song Yuzhang's palm instead, inserted his ten fingers into the gaps between his fingers, and whispered, "As long as Dad is willing to hand over the bank to you, then no one can stand in the way." Can't live."

Song Yuzhang tightened his fingers, pulled Song Mingzhao's hand up, and kissed the back of his hand, "Fourth brother, you have to stay with me."

Song Mingzhao felt a little spark trembling along the back of his hand where Song Yuzhang kissed and spread throughout his body. He had never felt such a definite importance from someone in his life. He said firmly: "I If not with you, who will accompany you?"

Winning the support of Song Mingzhao is only a very small bargaining chip for Song Yuzhang.

Song Mingzhao is a good-for-nothing young master, he can play very little role, so it's better than nothing.

The affairs in the bank are actually not difficult to learn. In fact, there are only a few processes. Song Yuzhang feels that this is no different from a lending bank. It is nothing more than collecting money and lending it out, and then charging interest. To invest in exchange for profits, the most important step in this operation is the first step - absorbing funds.

Song Yuzhang asked Liu Chuanzong for the account books in the bank. After careful inspection, he found that the money in the Song Family Bank was indeed terrifying. Such a behemoth, if it were Song Zhenqiao, he would not let it go even if he died.

I'm afraid Song Zhenqiao would not be able to move Song Zhenqiao to hand over the bank with his extraordinary ability.

Song Yuzhang closed the account book and said to Liu Chuanzong, "Take it all away."

Liu Chuanzong took the account book and turned to leave, but Song Yuzhang stopped him again, "Wait a minute."

Song Yuzhang took out a beautiful slender box from the drawer, "Is your pen broken?"

After a moment of silence, Liu Chuanzong took the pen from Song Yuzhang and said dully, "Thank you Fifth Young Master."

Song Yuzhang said: "You don't have to be so polite, since I want to win you over, naturally I have to spend some time."

When Liu Chuanzong heard the words, a trace of surprise appeared on the puppet-like face, as if he didn't expect Song Yuzhang to make his words so clear.

Song Yuzhang pressed his left hand on the table, with a smile on his face, "Since Dad sent a talent like you to me, I don't dare to spare my talents. If you have any requirements, just ask. I can help you, and I will do it for you." arrive."

Holding the pen case in his hand, Liu Chuanzong looked up and down several times between Song Yuzhang's magnanimous smiling face and the black and gold-plated box in his hand. In the end, he still whispered: "Thank you, Fifth Young Master."

The door closed, and the smile on Song Yuzhang's face faded slightly.

Liu Chuanzong is very strange.

Whatever Song Yuzhang ordered him to do, no matter what, he always did it very well, and this man also had an attitude of endless talk, too honest, which made Song Yuzhang feel a little uneasy.

This anxiety may come from Liu Chuanzong's own weird personality, or it may come from Song Zhenqiao who sent Liu Chuanzong to his side.

In short, it is a little uneasy.

Song Yuzhang rolled his palm into a fist and tapped lightly on the table.

If you are uneasy, you will be uneasy. To achieve a big event is not to engage in petty deceit. If you look forward and backward like this, you will only do nothing well.

Song Yuzhang recalled the account books, combined with Song Mingzhao's understanding of Haizhou's upper-class circle, and found that although the Song Family Bank was powerful, the two most powerful families had no business dealings with the Song Family Bank.

Nie, Meng.

Song Yuzhang put his palm on his cheek and began to think carefully.

In fact, this is not surprising.

The Nie family is a very low-key family in Haizhou. They are in the mining business and are related to many important people. It is also necessary to keep their assets secret. The Song and Nie families are getting married. Maybe Song Yekang has exactly this idea. .

From the Meng family...

Meng Sushan has been married to Song Jincheng for more than ten years, so there should be no problem of bad relationship. Song Yuzhang thought it over and guessed that it might be the problem of Meng Tingjing's behavior.

Meng Tingjing's temperament is too independent, it seems impossible to ask him to hand over his money to the Song family.

There is also the Chen family. The Chen family has business in the Song Family Bank, but it has gone bankrupt, so let’s not mention it. After so many years, Song Zhenqiao must have worked hard to take down the Nie and Meng families. Ended with failure.

The two families of Nie and Meng have been running side by side with the Song family for a long time, and maybe they also have the intention of checking and balancing each other.

If anyone has the ability to tell any of the Nie and Meng families to cooperate with the Song Family Bank, then he thinks that no matter how hard-hearted Song Zhenqiao is, he will definitely be tempted.

Maybe they don't need to see cash, as long as the two companies can express their attitude or inclination to cooperate, it is probably enough to make Song Zhenqiao ecstatic.

But what Song Zhenqiao has never done, how could he get what he wanted in such a short period of time?

Rubbing his fingers between his foreheads, Song Yuzhang leaned back on the seat, his gaze reflected the incandescent lamp next to the ceiling, and he exhaled slowly.

These two things are too difficult to do.

Borrowing from the Nie family, Song Yekang's prospective brother-in-law is difficult to deal with, let alone him. He has never met Nie Xueping a few times, and it can be seen that although this person has a gentle temperament, he is quite deep in the city. persuasion.

Not to mention the Meng family, Meng Tingjing's crazy temper, even a bodhisattva would be difficult to dispel.

Song Yuzhang felt like a thief who had found the key, but found that the lock heart had been poured to death. He scratched his heart and scratched his liver, but there was nothing he could do, and he felt a little stressed and irritable.

When people are under pressure, they want to vent.

There are only a few channels for venting.

Song Yuzhang left the bank, and originally wanted to go to Vienna again, but he still didn't go after thinking about it and hesitated. He parked the car on the side of the road. Song Yuzhang lit a cigarette and smoked slowly. Because he was a little tired from sitting, he adjusted Sitting posture, when people twist, they feel that something is wrong.

Some seemingly long-forgotten memories suddenly came back to life in his mind, and a few fragments flashed, all of which were so unsightly that they turned blue.

Song Yuzhang frowned slightly, turned the car around, and returned to Vienna decisively.

Today is different. When Song Yuzhang entered Vienna again, he immediately received a warm welcome. The welcome was not only directed at his face, but also directed at his identity. The manager of Vienna warmly invited him to sit down, and no one disappeared. Yes, and came back after a while, bringing a few handsome boys with candied haws.

Song Yuzhang couldn't sit still, he was tidying up his clothes, when he saw the smiling face of the manager and the red-faced boys beside him, he almost wanted to leave.

What is this called!

He's not here to prostitute!

"Song Wuye, these children are all newcomers. Although they are not as good as the corner of that small white building, they are fresher. There are no more than nineteen. Look," the manager pulled a boy in waiter clothes. The boy stepped forward, "This kid is eighteen years old, but he is sensible, and there is no scar on his body."

Song Yuzhang didn't look at it, and waved his hand lightly.

The manager understood, and told the dressed-up waiters to leave, and stopped the last one to give some instructions.

"Fifth Master, I'm really sorry, I might have misunderstood." The manager smiled apologetically.

Song Yuzhang didn't show his face, and said in a low voice: "I don't need to entertain here."

"How can it be... Hey, here it is..."

The manager waved beamingly, and attracted a bunch of girls.

Song Yuzhang's face turned blue and red, he really wanted to leave!

Although he is romantic and affectionate, he has never been a prostitute in his life!

Song Yuzhang stood up directly.

"Hey, fifth master," the manager has heard about his flirtatious deeds of buying [-] yuan for one night, how could he easily let go of this big golden sheep, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong with you, don't rush to leave, you You can tell me what you want, as long as you tell me, I will definitely find a suitable and satisfactory one for you."

After Song Yuzhang heard his words, it was almost difficult to maintain even the superficial demeanor on his face. His complexion was slightly cold, and when he was about to speak, a hearty and rough tone came from behind him.

"Fuck your mother Zhang Lao Si, bring some people here, your mother X, look at them like this, is it Young Master Song who is whoring them, or is it they who are whoring Young Master Song!"

Song Yuzhang didn't need to turn his head to know who it was with this rude and unobtrusive tone. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shen Chengduo with a cigar in his mouth, with a wicked face and a wicked smile, with some rascals in his smile breath.

As soon as the manager saw the boss speaking, he hurriedly took those little wandering warblers and left.

Shen Chengduo puffed on his cigar and greeted Song Yuzhang, "Young Master Song, long time no see, come to take care of my small shop business?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "I just came here to drink to relieve boredom, I didn't expect these things to happen."

Shen Chengduo waved his hand, "Those little whores heard that you were willing to buy Xiaoyuxian for 1 yuan for one night, and their ass would flow when they saw you. Fortunately, Haizhou is the only rich young man like you who doesn't take money as money. Otherwise, I You can't fucking afford it."

Song Yuzhang smiled faintly. It's not that he hasn't dealt with hooligans before, and he doesn't care about Shen Chengduo's vulgarity at the moment. He smiled slightly and said, "Boss Shen is joking."

Shen Chengduo's impression of Song Yuzhang is that he is a beautiful man who can be seen from a distance but can't be approached. Because Song Yuzhang is full of noble and elegant young master from the beginning to the end, he deliberately wants to be more vulgar in front of Song Yuzhang. This is an evil The destructive psychology, want to pollute good things.

However, Song Yuzhang was calm and indifferent, without any sign of anger or anger, and said goodbye to Shen Chengduo politely.

Shen Chengduo looked at him and found that even when he turned around, his posture was unusually graceful and well-bred.

"Little Master Song," Shen Chengduo called him, Song Yuzhang turned around, Shen Chengduo looked at his flawless face, and forgot what to say for a moment, only when Song Yuzhang's eyes revealed doubts, he came back to his senses and said : "There is a gamble upstairs, go up and play a couple of games, the win or loss will be mine."