Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang was going downstairs when Song Mingzhao grabbed his shoulders, "Xiaoyu, do you have any plans for tonight?"

Song Yuzhang asked inappropriately: "What's the matter with fourth brother?"

Song Mingzhao leaned over and whispered to him, "I've made an appointment with Director Qian of the Printing Bureau to have dinner with him in the evening."

Song Yuzhang looked at him with a smile, everything was in his smile, so Song Mingzhao also smiled.

The two brothers went downstairs affectionately, but upstairs the two brothers looked at each other with half smiles, Song Jincheng said: "These two are lucky."

"They are about the same age, and it's normal for them to have a good relationship."

"Lao Wu is very happy in the bank recently."

"Pretending to be," Song Yekang said with a light smile, "Those things are all handled by Liu Chuanzong. He's either going out to play with the fourth child in the past two days, and... Brother, you should know too, right?"

Song Jincheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "What?"

Song Yekang said: "He is now in contact with Shen Chengduo."

"Shen Chengduo?" Song Jincheng asked in amazement, "Then, is he not shy?"

"Brother, you and I are both from a family background, so naturally we can't understand their fun."

Song Jincheng shook his head and sighed: "After all, he is not a good seedling."

Song Yekang smiled, "You're still young after all."

When Song Yuzhang arrived at the bank, he dealt with the affairs as usual, and then Liu Chuanzong did all the paperwork for the final signing and signing. Liu Chuanzong had no complaints or regrets.

After handling the matter in a mess, Song Yuzhang turned on the pen, got up and straightened his clothes, and said, "Ask the driver to get ready, I'm going out."

"Ok."

Song Yuzhang watched Liu Chuanzong's back when he left, and found that he looked like an honest and honest slave from head to toe, as if he was born with humility and took it as his duty to be inferior to others.

Being able to train such a domestic servant, Song Yuzhang had to admire Song Zhenqiao's ability.

The vehicle arrived at Nie's house, and Song Yuzhang was waiting outside the door, pointing his fingers on the glass window and slowly thinking about something. After a while, the servant opened the door, and Nie Bonian, who was full of joy, appeared in Song Yuzhang's sight.

Song Yuzhang pushed open the door and got out of the car, and said with a smile, "Bonian."

Nie Bo Nian resisted the urge to throw himself into his arms, and stood still dignifiedly, a little shy and timid because he was too excited and happy, "Brother Yuzhang, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon," Song Yuzhang smiled and leaned over to hug him, "Miss me?"

Nie Bonian completely lost the shackles of family rules in his soft and fragrant embrace, and said without restraint: "I really want to!"

Song Yuzhang smiled deeply, and kissed his snow-white and lovely face lightly, "Good baby."

When Nie Bonian received Song Yuzhang's post, he was so happy that he almost fainted. He was afraid that his father would disagree, so he made a resolute gesture, "I want to go horseback riding with brother Yuzhang!"

Unexpectedly, his father just glanced at him indifferently, and said calmly: "Go, pay attention to safety."

Nie Bo Nian was almost dying of joy, and at the same time, he was also reflecting in his heart whether he had misunderstood his father. As a sensible child, he said politely, "Thank you, Dad. I will pay attention to safety and go early. back."

Nie Bonian got into the car of the Song family, followed by two cars of the Nie family. Song Yuzhang hugged him on his lap, stroking Nie Bonian's soft hair, "Have you ever learned how to ride a horse?"

"Learn."

"Oh?" Song Yuzhang said, "I see that you are weak, so I thought you couldn't do it."

Nie Bonian said solemnly: "It is precisely because of my weak body that I need to exercise more."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Okay, I'll test your riding skills later."

There are four racecourses in Haizhou, with different sizes and sizes. Song Yuzhang took Nie Bonian to the smallest one in Haizhou today. Although the racecourse is small, it is not remote and has strict management. It is actually the safest.

Song Yuzhang asked Nie Bonian if he had been to this racecourse, and Nie Bonian said, "No."

"Then where did you learn to ride a horse?"

"The garden at home."

Nie Bonian clapped his hands and said proudly, "My father taught me."

Song Yuzhang nodded.

The location of the Nie's house is not as close to the bustling city as the Song's house. It is a little bit farther away, and the house is bigger. I don't know what it looks like inside. He only handed over the greeting card, but didn't go in to see it. He wanted Song Yekang to make an appointment with Nie Qingyun. They didn't set up in the Nie family's home at the time, and Song Yuzhang didn't plan to go in in order to avoid complications.

A total of six servants from Nie's family followed them. When Song Yuzhang was changing shoes for Nie Bonian, a servant came forward to help, but Song Yuzhang stopped him, "No, I will do."

Nie Bonian enjoyed Song Yuzhang's love and care, and he was almost drunk. It is true that he was still a child and didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but in Song Yuzhang's fragrance and smile, he was indeed happy and somewhat carried away.

Song Yuzhang was worried that Nie Bonian was not good at riding, so he found a docile mare to ride with him, but Nie Bonian was very steady, pulling the reins with Song Yuzhang in a dignified manner.

Song Yuzhang said: "Bonian, relax, I'm here."

Nie Bonian said: "When riding a horse, you must hold the rein in your own hands. This is what my father taught me."

Song Yuzhang looked down at his swollen face, and said with a smile, "You seem to be taught everything by your father."

"Some are also taught by the teachers."

"Like what?"

"Chinese, arithmetic, English, these are all taught by the teacher."

"What did your father teach?"

"My riding skills, temperament, calligraphy, and painting are all taught by my father."

"Oh?" Song Yuzhang said in surprise, "Your father knows so much."

Nie Bonian proudly puffed out his small chest, "That's natural."

Song Yuzhang chatted with him sentence by sentence, not because Nie Bonian was only five years old, so he made it easy and showed his ability to communicate with adults. It was love that made his eyes light up. After returning home, he kept telling Nie Xueping how good Song Yuzhang was to him. Nie Xueping listened patiently all the time. Under the strong tolerance of his father, Nie Bonian felt that he was a little bluffing. He didn't look like a gentleman any more, so his voice gradually lowered, and he looked at Nie Xueping's desk with a veiled gaze, and said softly, "Ah, Second Uncle sent a telegram home again."

Nie Xueping touched the back of his head, "I'm sweating, wash up and go eat something."

Nie Bonian let out a resentful "Oh", turned around and turned back unwillingly, "Father, I had a great time with Brother Yuzhang today."

"Ah."

"We made an appointment to ride horses together next time."

"can."

"Brother Yuzhang even praised me for being cute."

Nie Xueping turned her face away, her gaze was indifferent.

Nie Bonian stuck out his tongue, finally stopped showing off his charm, and skipped away.

In the evening, Song Yuzhang went to the appointment on time. Director Qian of the Printing Bureau was a thin man over forty years old, with a goatee and a pair of round glasses. He was accompanied by another director. Specifically, who was the director? Song Yuzhang heard I don't quite understand it, it seems to be responsible for the management of Haizhou's industry.

"Director Qian, Director Li, this is my fifth younger brother, who just came back from Oxford University."

"Looking up to you for a long time, you are really as talented as Song Sishao."

After a short exchange of greetings, the four of them sat down together. In front of Song Mingzhao, Song Yuzhang was gentle and modest, and he was not eloquent. He heard that the two bureau chiefs both love to tend flowers and plants, and that is why they had a personal relationship with Song Mingzhao. Song Mingzhao loves to talk and laugh. , Song Yuzhang didn't need to say much, he made the atmosphere of the dinner table hot.

Amidst the wide range of topics, Director Li mentioned two major events, but these two events are related.

"Chen's textile industry has improved a lot since it was entrusted to the Meng family. Before I came in the evening, I heard that the mechanical research has achieved considerable results. The remodeled equipment is now in operation. It is said that it will run all night tonight. If it can be done, the Meng family will be able to do it this time." It has reached a higher level. The chairman of the chamber of commerce will be elected at the end of the year. This young owner of the Meng family has a lot to do..." Director Li paused, and said: "Of course, if President Song is in good health, I believe that the contribution to Haizhou in terms of seniority Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, President Song must be doing his part."

Song Mingzhao was a little tired of hearing the news about the Meng family, so he hurriedly brought the subject to a chat about his new orchid.

Song Yuzhang was slightly surprised after hearing this. Chen Hanmin only said that the factory at home was sold, but he didn't expect it to be sold to Meng Tingjing, the chairman of the chamber of commerce...Meng Tingjing is really not a simple and eccentric mad rabbit, nor is it one of those lying in the family property of his ancestors. The young master who sits on the table and enjoys the blessings, he is completely different from Chen Hanmin...

Song Yuzhang's mind has changed now, and he immediately noticed Meng Tingjing's extraordinary ambition.

Nie, Meng, Song, Chen.

The four big families in Haizhou that used to run neck and neck, now that the Chen family has collapsed and been merged into the territory by the Meng family, between the ups and downs, isn't the Meng family going to become the leader of Haizhou?

Song Yuzhang picked up the wine and took a sip, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, saying that he was uneasy was not uneasy, but a little stimulated excitement.

After the dinner was over, Song Yuzhang and Song Mingzhao returned in the same car. In the silence, Song Yuzhang suddenly said: "Meng Tingjing is very capable."

Song Mingzhao worked hard during the banquet. He drank too much wine and became a little dizzy, so he leaned on Song Yuzhang's shoulder and murmured: "Whatever his abilities are, he won't compete with us anyway."

Song Yuzhang smiled slightly for his narrow vision, put his arms around his shoulders, and said in his heart: "Little fool."

Both of them drank some wine and went to sleep separately. Song Yuzhang returned to the room and walked to the bathroom while taking off his clothes. The expensive clothes on his body were scattered all over the floor. .

Song Yuzhang put the water in, sat on the edge of the bathtub, thoughtful, and carefully calculated his strategy again.

Nothing was overlooked.

If it goes well... No, Song Yuzhang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He can't imagine any failure in his mind. This is a taboo for people like them. He must believe in himself and believe that everything will work It went on as smoothly as he wanted.

Song Yuzhang opened his eyes, shook his head and laughed, thinking: "He is capable, and I am not bad either."

Two days later, Shen Chengduo asked Song Yuzhang to gamble for two, and Song Yuzhang went, and his conversation was humorous and very casual. Shen Chengduo always only had some wine and meat friends, so he felt that he and Song Yuzhang got along very well, so he asked Song Yuzhang again Going to the theater tomorrow, "Xiaobailou has a new little Fengxian, who looks no worse than Xiaoyuxian."

"No, I already have an appointment." Song Yuzhang said, putting the red in his hand behind Dongfeng.

Shen Chengduo didn't see it and said, "What are you going to do? Take me with you too."

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "It's inconvenient to tell me."

Shen Chengduo was so flatly rejected by him, and laughed and scolded: "You are a fucking big girl, it's not convenient to say where you are going."

Song Yuzhang lowered his head and continued to arrange the mahjong, "Maybe I'm dating a big girl?"

Shen Chengduo became interested, "Who? The girl from which family?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and said nothing, no matter how Shen Chengduo asked him, he refused to answer.

After Song Yuzhang left, Shen Chengduo scratched his head and wanted to know which girl from a family this new friend was going to date. Out of a mentality of watching the excitement, he asked his subordinates to quietly inquire about the news the next day.

He has a lot of contacts, and soon someone told him that Song Yuzhang was at a racecourse in the suburbs. Shen Chengduo immediately asked someone to drive over. He was very excited all the way, laughing wildly with a cigar in his mouth, and said in his heart: "Let me hold it, I can get it." Shame on his face."

However, there were many guards outside the racecourse, and Shen Chengduo was blocked.

"What do you mean?" Shen Chengduo's complexion was gloomy, and one foot was eager to kick over, "I can't enter this place? Are you afraid I don't have money?"

"No no, Boss Shen, you misunderstood." The owner of the racecourse was sweating in the early autumn, and lowered his voice, "There are distinguished guests inside, so it is really inconvenient to entertain you today."

Shen Chengduo smiled boldly, "I know, the fifth son of the Song family, I'm here to look for him, you get out of the way."

The owner of the racecourse knew that this was a big hooligan, so he hurriedly said: "Not only." He looked around, and could only move closer and tell the truth.

After Shen Chengduo listened, he looked at the racecourse owner in surprise, "Really?"

The owner of the racecourse said sadly: "How dare I lie to you!"

Shen Chengduo took a step back and looked at the fence of the racecourse, as if he wanted to see the situation inside through the fence.

Naturally, his gaze couldn't penetrate the wall. Shen Chengduo returned to the car, a little surprised in his heart, and then began to wait and see.

After waiting like this for two full hours, several cars drove out slowly. Shen Chengduo leaned on the window and took a closer look, and found that the front car was Song Yuzhang's car he was familiar with, and he didn't have many cars behind. See, you can't see anything just by looking at the license plate, and this "rare" just shows that the other party's identity is extraordinary.

Shen Chengduo turned his face back thoughtfully, and said in his heart: Song Yuzhang...does he have contacts with the Nie family?