Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang is not good at gambling, not because of his lack of gambling skills and fear of losing money, but because "gambling" is nothing more than another means of defrauding money in his opinion, and it is very dirty and dirty. Just to relax, I never thought about winning money, because people who want to win more often lose more thoroughly.

Shen Chengduo's gambling game is obviously very different from the gambling house on the street. After Song Yuzhang entered the door, he did not see the gaming table, but only saw a few partitioned screens. It’s very real, there’s a bar on the right side of the door that’s almost the same size as downstairs, three or five boys are behind the bar bartending and serving drinks, and occasionally someone comes with a tray to pick up cigarettes and alcohol, it’s pretty neat and orderly, there’s no casino at all The sense of smog in the air.

"Master Song," Shen Chengduo said with some complacency, "Is my place not bad?"

Song Yuzhang nodded, "It's really not bad."

Shen Chengduo was quite elated to be praised by someone like Song Yuzhang, "Please come inside."

Song Yuzhang followed Shen Chengduo into a small room partitioned by a screen. The screen was full of flowers and birds, and the dark red card table was filled with dice, cards and mahjong. Shen Chengduo said: "Master Song, let's play two games." ?”

Song Yuzhang picked up a mahjong to play with in his hand, and smiled lightly at Shen Chengduo, "Give me the money first."

Shen Chengduo smiled casually, opened the stool and sat down and said, "I haven't played this game yet, why did Young Master Song ask me for money first?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Before you came up just now, Boss Shen, didn't you say that the win or loss is yours? If I win, you should pay the money. If I lose, then I have the right to play with you, Boss Shen, and ask for it." A little hard work isn’t too much, is it?”

Shen Chengduo laughed while listening, and after listening to it, he laughed so much that he shrugged his shoulders, showing two rows of white teeth, "Master Song, you are really interesting, so interesting!"

Song Yuzhang smiled and nodded, "Thanks for the praise, thank you for your patronage," he spread his palms, "Give me the money."

Shen Chengduo was so happy that he immediately grabbed a handful of chips from the drawer and gave them to him, "Take it."

The chips are small, thin and crisp in the hand, and the color is very bright, there are about a dozen or so.

"Don't worry," Shen Chengduo said heartily, "It's enough for you to play with Xiao Yuxian for several nights."

Song Yuzhang also sat down, opened the drawer of the seat in front of him, and threw the chips in his hand, "I'd better play with Boss Shen first."

Shen Chengduo is full of five poisons, vulgar and rude, although he also has contacts with many dignitaries in Haizhou, but Shen Chengduo knows that they actually look down on him behind the scenes, most of them are just doing superficial things to perfunctory, it is difficult to have a deep friendship .

It's rare that Song Yuzhang joked with Yanran with him, Shen Chengduo still felt that it was fresh and reasonable, after all Song Yuzhang was not a serious young master, Song Yuzhang was a bastard, and the bastard was also a low-class person, so he dated him, a low-born person It's quite suitable.

Under Shen Chengduo's intentional release, Song Yuzhang was almost invincible. In the end, Song Yuzhang and Shen Chengduo played against each other. Shen Chengduo had nothing to let go, and won back a lot of chips. After being surprised, he said: "Little Master Song , your luck really stinks."

Song Yuzhang laughed, turned over the cards in his hand and threw them on the table, "I don't want to play anymore, it's time to go back."

Holding the cards, Shen Chengduo said, "Play two more hands, it's rare to meet you with such bad luck."

"go--"

Song Yuzhang stood up and waved his sleeves, with a chic and casual posture. Shen Chengduo sensed a trace of market aura from him that didn't match that of a nobleman, and he felt very happy immediately, and said, "Take away the money you won."

"Not bad."

Song Yuzhang waved his hands, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, turned around and left, with an attitude of coming and going freely and leaving after playing.

Shen Chengduo hurriedly followed.

Song Yuzhang's eyes flicked around all around, and there were openings between the turns of the screen. With his excellent eyesight, he could roughly see how many chips were piled on the gaming table with a light glance.

According to what Shen Chengduo just said, that handful of chips is "enough to play Xiao Yuxian for several nights", so the total number of chips on any gaming table here is more than one million.

"I can't ask you to play with me for so long for nothing." Shen Chengduo said.

Song Yuzhang sat down at the bar and said to Shen Chengduo: "Then buy me two drinks."

Shen Chengduo sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "What is this? All the wine here is mine." He raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "None of them are particularly good wines."

"It's okay, wine, as long as you can get drunk."

Song Yuzhang ordered a glass of whiskey.

Seeing that he came with the big boss, the boy immediately poured him wine with ice, "Your wine."

"Thank you."

Song Yuzhang picked up the wine glass, and at the same time noticed that a child was holding a tray with chips, and said crisply: "Change to pounds."

Song Yuzhang quietly looked away, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Shen Chengduo found that his drinking posture was also unusually chic and graceful, and he couldn't help feeling fascinated.

As for those rich and powerful people in Haizhou who had contacts with him, most of them are also very annoying in Shen Chengduo's eyes. Those people rely on their status and like to put on airs. The energy they had when they ate, drank, prostituted and gambled.

When he saw Song Yuzhang for the first time, Shen Chengduo thought he had seen another pretending nobleman, but after getting along with him two or three times, Shen Chengduo felt that Song Yuzhang was quite genuine.

"Master Xiao Song, let's make friends." Shen Chengduo said cheerfully without being coy.

Song Yuzhang was also very straightforward, "Okay."

After making friends, the address naturally had to be changed. The two chatted while drinking, and soon called each other brothers. Shen Chengduo was surprised that Song Yuzhang had a manly heart under his exquisite and gorgeous appearance. There are eighty to ninety percent of the fine character.

If Song Yuzhang wants to please a person, he will never flatter him, but do what he likes, so that the other person feels in his heart that he is a good friend worth making.

When the show was over, Shen Chengduo personally sent Song Yuzhang into the car, and warmly invited Song Yuzhang to go out whoring together next time.

Song Yuzhang pinched Shen Chengduo's shoulder, "I'm not good at that."

Shen Chengduo asked curiously, "You only like to sing opera?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and shook his head, "Let's talk about it next time."

Shen Chengduo watched Song Yuzhang's car leaving in a daze, and felt that he was a little disgusted by Song Yuzhang's gentle and casual attitude like a spring breeze, but there seemed to be a little intimacy in this disgust, which is not necessary between friends. Don't be afraid to speak up and be affectionate.

Shen Chengduo raised his hand to touch his short hair. His hair was tied, and he seemed to be tied by something, as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Song Yuzhang returned to the Song residence, just as the servant at the door was loading the luggage into the car, he stopped the servant and said, "What's wrong?"

"The eldest young mistress will go back to her mother's house for two days."

Song Yuzhang was slightly surprised, "Sister-in-law? Why?"

The servant said: "I don't know about that."

Most of the Song family's servants are well-trained, and very few of them are good at talking about right and wrong. It can be seen that the family style has its rigor. Song Yuzhang stopped questioning him, and when he entered the door, he met Wan Lan who was hurrying downstairs.

"Fifth Master," Wan Lan greeted first, and then said without Song Yuzhang's asking, "Second Master is sick, and there is no one to take care of him at home. Eldest and Young Mistress will stay home for two days."

"sick?"

"I fell ill a while ago, and recovered after I was ill, and fell ill again after two days of recovery. The second master has been too busy to go home recently, and the eldest and youngest mistress is afraid that he will not be able to bear it, so she is going back to arrest him."

The two of them were talking, when Meng Sushan called from upstairs, "Wanlan, have you taken those two ginsengs?" She reached the end of the sentence, and appeared at the bend of the stairs with her hands on the railing, and saw Song Yuzhang was stunned for a while, with a soft smile on his face, "Fifth Brother, you are back."

"Sister-in-law," Song Yuzhang nodded slightly to her, "I heard that Brother Meng is ill, is he seriously ill?"

Meng Sushan went downstairs gracefully, and said with a smile, "It's okay, Brother Lao, you're worried."

"That's good." Song Yuzhang turned his face to the side and nodded again, giving way and going upstairs.

Meng Sushan almost watched Song Yuzhang go upstairs, she turned her face, and Wan Lan said, "I've already taken those two ginsengs."

Meng Sushan said "Yes", her lips parted slightly, and she made a sigh that hesitated to speak, "Let's go."

Wan Lan silently followed behind her, helped Meng Sushan into the car, she saw that Meng Sushan was frowning, and said softly, "Eldest Young Mistress, why don't I ask Fifth Master to go back and see Second Master together?"

Meng Sushan pressed her hand hard, "Don't force anything, too much is too late."

Song Yuzhang watched the vehicle leave in the upstairs room, his heart was not completely calm, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Meng Tingjing was ill.

It is very normal for people to eat whole grains and get sick.

Look at his madness, he is quite lingering and endless when he is sick.

I was sick for a while... Song Yuzhang thought about it for a while, and thought, could it be because he was sick?

Song Yuzhang shook his head while laughing at this thought, no matter how calm Meng Ting was, it wouldn't be like this, right?After all, he was the one who really suffered. Besides, it's not a big deal, Meng Tingjing can't do it, right?

Ill, can you talk better?If he went to visit Caring at this time, would he have a chance to break through Meng Tingjing's line of defense and ask Meng Tingjing to cooperate with the Song Family Bank?He saw that Meng Tingjing seemed to like him a lot...

Song Yuzhang was thinking wildly, and suddenly realized that he had unconsciously placed himself in the position of a "rabbit" in his imagination, so he shuddered quietly, with goose bumps all over his body, and hurried downstairs to find the big white bird to play and relax went.

Meng Sushan rushed back to Meng's house that day, but the servant said that the young master was not at home, but was in the textile factory, so Meng Sushan had to order the vehicle to go to the textile factory again.

The signboard of Chen's Textile has not been changed yet, it has black characters on a white background, and it is covered with a lot of dirt. The factory entrance is also full of filth. Wan Lan helped Meng Sushan and told her to be careful. After entering the textile factory, she found that the factory was brightly lit and crowded with people. After looking around for a long time, she finally saw Meng Tingjing among the crowd.

Meng Tingjing was wearing a dark robe, the sleeves were rolled up to the arms, the hem of the robe was raised high, he stepped on the side platform, his head was lowered, he was fiddling with some mechanical parts in his hand, and several people were talking together around him negotiate.

Meng Sushan called him several times but did not wait for Meng Tingjing to reply, so she hurriedly walked a few steps over.

"Young Master, can this work?"

"Try it," Meng Tingjing handed the repaired parts to the master beside him, "Only by turning on the machine will we know what is missing."

"Yes, then I'll try."

Just as he was looking for something to wipe his hands, a pale white handkerchief was handed over from the slant. Meng Tingjing looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why are you here?"

Meng Sushan followed Meng Tingjing back to the office in the factory. As soon as she entered, she saw scattered blueprints and parts on the floor, with almost no place to place her feet. Meng Tingjing walked in front, wiped her hands and said, "Don't worry, those are useless things. .”

Even though he said that, Meng Sushan still walked around those places cautiously, she said: "I heard from my family that you haven't been back for several days."

"What are you doing back home?" Meng Tingjing sat down on the chair and wiped her oily fingers carefully. "The house is chaotic, so I can't concentrate on doing things."

Meng Sushan said: "You don't look very well, are you sick again?"

"I'm not a weak scholar. Am I sick every day? I've been busy with things these days, and I'm a little tired. You don't have to worry about it. I'll go back and rest when I'm done."

"...But I heard that you haven't eaten and slept less recently, and you vomited yesterday..."

Meng Tingjing raised her eyelids, and her expression was extremely cold. Meng Sushan was not afraid of this younger brother, so she just smiled slightly, "Don't look for who told me, they are all for your own good."

Meng Tingjing lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Got it."

Meng Sushan saw that he seemed to be quite talkative today, she was surprised and worried at the same time, her brother was dormant like rain, violent like thunder, so calm, it made her worry.

"I'm fine, you go back," Meng Tingjing finished wiping her hands, "I can't return this handkerchief to you if it's dirty, so I'll ask someone to give you ten or eight yuan."

Meng Sushan said: "What do you care about with a handkerchief? Can you go back tonight? I have sent someone to bring all the luggage home. I will bother you at home for two days, and you will go back to treat the guests."

"What kind of guest are you?" Meng Tingjing didn't raise his eyes, "Live wherever you like, you can take care of yourself." He waved his hand, and he stood up again, "It's too messy here, you can go home."

The more organized he was, the more startled Meng Sushan felt.

Last time, she made up her own mind and wanted to make peace with Song Yuzhang on Meng Tingjing's behalf, but she didn't say anything when the governor failed. Meng Tingjing fell ill when she returned home. She was ill for several days, and her family said that she was very ill, with fever and headache. A doctor was invited to prescribe medicine, and a foreign doctor was also invited to give an injection. After finally recovering, he plunged into the newly bought factory and could not come out.

Meng Sushan has always felt that her eldest sister is like her mother, and this time she really can't sit still, she insists on coming to see him.

"Ting Jing..." Meng Sushan followed behind him and asked in a low voice, "Are you..." She hesitated again and again, but she was still determined to continue, "Is it because of the quarrel with my fifth brother..."

Meng Ting stopped in his tracks.

Meng Sushan also stopped.

Meng Tingjing turned around and looked at Meng Sushan with an unusually calm expression.

On the contrary, Meng Sushan was frightened by his appearance, her lips parted, and when she was about to say something, loud cheers erupted outside, Meng Tingjing turned her face away, and immediately opened the office door, several people outside were facing him He rushed over in surprise, "Young master, it's done! Young master, it's done!"