Song Yuzhang

Song Zhenqiao is dead.

A generation of giant crocodiles in Haizhou died in the hospital ward.

The news of Song Zhenqiao's death caused a huge commotion outside the Song family, but within the Song family it was quite calm.

Song Zhenqiao was ill for more than half a year, and everyone made preparations early.

As the eldest son, Song Jincheng naturally arranged for the funeral immediately.

The original scale of the funeral was extremely extravagant, Song Qiyuan disagreed, "It's too extravagant, and now there is turmoil outside, it's not good to make such a big fanfare."

Song Jincheng had never heard the third younger brother express any opinions on family affairs. He thought that Song Zhenqiao was dead, and Song Qiyuan could finally hide the fox's tail. He could no longer pretend to be calm and calm. He said with a heavy face: "Father has already left. As sons, shouldn't we do our filial piety for him at the end?"

Song Qiyuan glanced at him, then got up and said, "Then it's up to you."

His tone was filled with a kind of cold impatience, which made Song Jincheng feel rejuvenated, as if he had been reprimanded by Song's father when he was young.

That tone, that look, was exactly the same as Song Zhenqiao's.

Song Jincheng was very unhappy, and said in his heart, "I am the big brother! You little brat!"

Before his death, Song Zhenqiao told him that he wanted him to take good care of his younger brothers and treat Meng Sushan well. It was clear that the Song family was handed over to him.

After the funeral is over and the will is announced, he will see if Song Qiyuan can show his prestige in front of him!

Song Qiyuan went out, and when he saw Song Yuzhang feeding the birds by the river, his footsteps paused, he stepped over, and when the man approached, Song Yuzhang noticed it, turned his head and smiled at him, "Third Brother."

Song Qiyuan gave a "hmm", looked at his palm, and said nonsense, "It's feeding the birds."

"Yes," Song Yuzhang said with a smile, "I can't help anyway, so let's go out and relax."

Song Qiyuan looked at him with complicated eyes, "What did he say to you before he left?"

Song Yuzhang slightly raised the eyebrows on the lower side, "I didn't say anything, what did Dad say to the third brother?"

Song Qiyuan said: "You want to know?"

Song Yuzhang smiled again, turned to feed the bird, "I don't really think so."

Song Qiyuan had nothing to say to him, "Forget it, you can figure it out yourself."

Song Qiyuan left, Song Yuzhang looked at his back, and felt that Song Qiyuan's back was full of resentment.

That's a good thing.

Maybe Song Zhenqiao really didn't hand over the bank to Song Qiyuan?

So maybe he still has hope?

Although the Song family brothers are not many smart people in Song Yuzhang's eyes, Song Jincheng's funeral for Song Zhenqiao was done very well. All together again.

The last time such a grand "party" was to welcome Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang could see from the non-sad expressions on the faces of the guests that these people had the same thoughts as the brothers of the Song family - they were all curious about who would take over the Song family bank.

The five brothers of the Song family are all outstanding just by looking at their appearance.

The atmosphere of the funeral was very unlike a funeral. The two older brothers of the Song family cried bitterly several times, while the remaining three younger brothers all had uniform and indifferent faces.

The five brothers were overwhelmed by the guests, and they kept accepting words like "sorry".

Standing at the end, Song Yuzhang saw a guest bow once, and was so tired that he could barely straighten his waist. At the end, he didn't know who it was, and just bowed.

"Condolences."

The voice passed faintly, Song Yuzhang raised his face, and Meng Tingjing had already passed in front of him.

He hadn't seen Meng Tingjing for a long time, and felt that Meng Tingjing seemed to be getting thinner, and the guests from behind came up again, and Song Yuzhang couldn't think about it anymore, so he could only deal with it.

Later, people from the Nie family came, and Nie Bonian hugged his leg pitifully, raised his face and said, "Brother Yuzhang, don't be sad."

Song Yuzhang nodded to Nie Xueping first, then patted Nie Bonian's head, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Condolences."

Nie Xueping looked at him when he said that, and when Song Yuzhang was about to bend down, his palm had already pressed Song Yuzhang's shoulder, and after a light pat, he pulled Nie Bonian forward.

After receiving the guests, there was a luncheon. Haizhou's custom is to bury in the afternoon. The five brothers of the Song family sit at the same table, and the rest of the seats are occupied by the three members of the Meng family and the Nie family.

Nie Bonian was sitting next to Song Yuzhang, Nie Xueping was sitting next to Nie Bonian, Nie Qingyun was sitting with Song Yekang, Meng Sushan was sitting with Song Jincheng, and Meng Tingjing was sitting between Nie Xueping and Song Jincheng.

After all, it was a funeral, so it was not good to talk and laugh loudly. The banquet was quiet. Nie Bonian was a child, so he was relatively relaxed. He was young and his hands were not long enough. Song Yuzhang asked him what he wanted to eat. He picks up vegetables.

Seeing him, Song Yekang said, "Isn't there a servant, Fifth Brother, don't worry about it."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said: "It's okay, Bonian is by my side, I just take care of it."

Nie Bonian was very sensible, and said to Song Yuzhang, "Brother Yuzhang, this way you won't have time to eat."

"No," Song Yuzhang picked up a piece of crispy lotus root for him, and at the same time, he also picked up a piece for himself, "Look, I'm here by the way."

Nie Bonian laughed immediately. When he was about to pick it up with his chopsticks, the crispy lotus root in the bowl was picked up by his father beside him. He looked at his father suspiciously.

Nie Xueping said: "Didn't you say that a tooth was soft this morning, I'm afraid I can't eat this now."

Nie Bonian said, "Ah, I forgot."

When Song Yuzhang heard about it, he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Nie Xueping glanced at him across Nie Bonian, "It's okay, thank you for taking care of Bonian."

"You're welcome, it's just a little effort."

The voices of both of them were low, and Nie Bonian couldn't hear clearly when he sat between them, so he tugged at Nie Xueping's sleeve, Nie Xueping lowered his head, and Nie Bonian whispered in his ear: "Father, don't talk to me. Brother Yuzhang whispered, and I want to hear you too."

Nie Xueping straightened up and scooped up some tofu with crab powder for Nie Bonian, "Eat it, be careful not to burn it."

Nie Bonian thought to himself that he didn't say he wanted tofu, but he wasn't picky about his food either. He scooped up half a scoop with a spoon, puffed up his cheeks and concentrated on blowing the heat on the tofu.

During the dinner, Song Yuzhang hardly noticed Meng Tingjing. Meng Tingjing was silent and didn't look at him at the same time. Such indifferent attitude made Song Yuzhang look at him a few more times.

Song Yuzhang vaguely felt that Meng Tingjing had changed, but it was hard to say where, for the better or for the worse.

After the luncheon, the coffin was sent for burial.

The five brothers of the Song family and a group of guests all went up the mountain by car, and buried Song Zhenqiao in the cemetery already selected.

After the burial, everyone stayed on the mountain to chat for a while.

Song Yuzhang has no shortage of people to talk to. In order to avoid suspicion, Song Mingzhao deliberately stayed away from him, so as to prevent the appearance of brothers holding together from being ugly in the eyes of others.

"Fifth Master, it's a coincidence that those who died on the boat you were on were buried not far away."

The person in the patrol room who arranged to buy the coffin for the funeral said to Song Yuzhang.

"Really?" Song Yuzhang said casually.

The man sighed and sighed: "Things are impermanent. Some people don't know their surnames until they die. The rest of the names on the list are randomly put on it. Hey, but guess what, there are not enough names." , I had to make up names for those people indiscriminately, hoping that they will have a good birth in the next life."

Song Yuzhang nodded, rubbed the soles of his shoes on the lush lawn, and then stopped suddenly.

Some fragments flashed through his mind, and some questions hidden deep in his heart suddenly magnified. He opened his mouth, and his lips moved involuntarily, "The list is not complete, right?"

"It's not complete. There are too many ports that the Peony calls. Except for the port of departure in London, there is still a list, and the rest of the ports have not been recorded, so this is the only way to go."

Song Yuzhang's heart was beating wildly, and a funny but practical thought suddenly slipped through his mind-the real Song Yuzhang might not have boarded the boat at all.

He said as if nothing had happened: "Er Master Meng also ordered this matter back then."

"Yes, if Erye Meng hadn't helped to sift through the list, we don't know how long we would be looking for a needle in a haystack. Erye Meng and Fifth Lord are really kind-hearted people..."

Song Yuzhang stood quietly on the top of the mountain, and then dealt with people mechanically.

After the man left, his brain slowly started to rotate again.

——So, that's Meng Tingjing's trick?

Song Yuzhang thought about many possibilities. In fact, he thought that Meng Tingjing was mainly guessing, and it was unlikely that he could get any actual evidence, because it was really difficult. Now that everyone in Song Zhenqiao is dead, it is even more impossible to come back from the dead to go with him. What did Germany identify.

He didn't expect that the handle in Meng Tingjing's hands would be ironclad evidence in black and white.

So... what about Song Qiyuan?It is impossible for Song Qiyuan to watch him steal the family wealth, so...

"Xiaoyu."

Song Mingzhao couldn't help but talk to Song Yuzhang, but when Song Yuzhang turned his head, he was startled by the expression on Song Yuzhang's face, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yuzhang adjusted quickly and concealed: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about things tonight."

The brothers of the Song family were actually very anxious. They were anxious to finish the funeral. They would go back to read the will in the evening. Song Mingzhao thoughtfully said, "Don't worry, no matter what the result is, we will still try our best."

Song Yuzhang nodded slowly, "Yes, you are right."

After the time passed, everyone went down the mountain.

The setting sun was setting and the setting sun was like blood, and the sky of Haizhou was dyed a large area red. Song Yuzhang sat in the car and stared at the blood-red sky outside, feeling surprisingly peaceful in his heart.

There is no need to be afraid, isn't he originally nothing?

It's just a liar with no wealth, is he afraid of losing something?

Song Yuzhang flicked his sleeves, his expression was calm and peaceful, without any timidity.

When we returned to the Song residence, it was almost completely dark. The lights inside and outside the Song residence were turned on, forming a brightly lit and brilliant world. The five brothers of the Song family were sitting in the living room with serious expressions.

Ten minutes later, the lawyer arrived at the agreed time.

Three lawyers came, one of whom was British. Besides the lawyer, there was another person who was unexpected and expected by Song Yuzhang.

"Masters, Master Song sealed the will in the bank safe half a year ago, and three lawyers kept part of the codes respectively. Today I went to the bank to retrieve the safe, and now I will open the cabinet and read it out in front of you young masters." will."

After Liu Chuanzong finished speaking sternly, he immediately said to the three lawyers: "Three, please."

The five Song family brothers, except Song Qiyuan who was pressing his temple with one hand, all looked at the small safe in unison.

Song Yuzhang's mood was no longer tense, and his heart was filled with a strange peace, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Nothing.

He learned how to do things in the bank and also learned foreign language. These two are very good personal skills. He still has checks and some valuables in his hand. During this time, he has actually earned a lot. , It also broadened some horizons.

Even if you lose, there is no need to be depressed.

He did his best.

After the three lawyers entered their passwords, the safe opened with a bang.

Song Jincheng almost couldn't help standing up and watching, and only when he realized that he was the eldest brother and the most promising person did he barely sit on his buttocks.

The leader of the lawyers took out the envelope, turned the envelope over in front of everyone, and showed the wax on the back of the envelope. Just as he was about to dismantle it, Song Yekang said, "Wait!"

The lawyer looked over.

Song Yekang said: "How do I know if you have colluded to change the will in advance?"

The lawyer looked at Liu Chuanzong who was on the side.

Liu Chuanzong replied: "Two young masters, please rest assured, the three of them did not know each other's existence before today, and the master's will was written by him himself. If you have any questions, you can ask the master of calligraphy to do the appraisal."

The lawyer nodded and said, "Today is the first time the three of us have gathered together. To tell you the truth, Er Shao, I don't have a good relationship with those two."

The remaining two lawyers also showed their approval. The British lawyer said in English: "Please believe in our professional ethics."

Song Yekang was actually extremely nervous, and he couldn't help but want to attack, because he had a strong premonition in his heart that this will would not be beneficial to him. Seeing that the lawyers responded impeccably, he had no choice but to shut up and sit down, shaking hands anxiously. Tighten your hands.

Not only Song Yekang was so nervous, but Song Mingzhao was also nervous. He glanced at Song Yuzhang and found that Song Yuzhang's face was peaceful, and he felt a little more at ease.

Next, the lawyer opened the envelope in front of them and took out the will inside.

The will was very long and cold, without a word of superfluous nonsense, it was purely about distributing property, and the division was very detailed, including land, houses, antiques...even the ownership of the servants had been arranged.

As soon as the will was read, everyone knew that it must be written by Song Zhenqiao himself. This is very in line with Song Zhenqiao's habit of arranging everything!

When the lawyer read the will, his hands kept moving up the will, and the paper that was neither too long nor too short felt like a bomb fuse. Everyone stared at his hands, the closer they were to the end of the paper, the sooner they would The tension that detonated became more and more intense in the living room.

At the end of the reading, the lawyer articulated very clearly: "All the deposits in Citibank belong to the third son, Song Qiyuan."

Song Yekang immediately objected, "What about the number?"

The lawyer looked up at him, and said calmly, "Mr. Song didn't specify."

This... Song Yekang couldn't control his expression. He listened for a long time and heard that now he only got three properties, two apartments, a few antiques, and two servants, and nothing else Gone?

The rest of the people seemed to share the same share with him, except that an unknown amount of savings suddenly jumped out and was distributed to Song Qiyuan. Song Yekang wanted to turn his back on him, but he held back. Isn't Song Jincheng the same?What everyone is waiting for is the biggest fortune, so wait a little longer, it seems that Song Yuzhang hasn't gotten anything yet...

Song Yekang was thinking so, and the lawyer continued to read.

"The servant Liu Chuanzong belongs to the fifth son Song Yuzhang."

Several people looked at Liu Chuanzong standing quietly beside him.

Song Jincheng had been waiting calmly, and at this moment he finally got off the stool, feeling vaguely that something was wrong. Before he could raise an objection, the lawyer had calmly read the last line of the will.

"...The house of the Song family and the bank of the Song family are owned by the fifth son, Song Yuzhang."