Song Yuzhang

The two brothers stuck together like conjoined twins all afternoon and night, which greatly satisfied Song Mingzhao's selfish desires. This is the time he ideally spent with Song Yuzhang after he got his wish. What kind of intrigue and scheming, just two people, being together heart to heart, simple and happy.

Song Yuzhang took antipyretics in the afternoon, and he still had a low fever at night. Song Mingzhao was worried, so he fell asleep with him to take care of him. He was a little worried about Song Yuzhang, he felt that Song Yuzhang was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Song Mingzhao bit Song Yuzhang's shoulder lightly.

Song Yuzhang's arm hung behind him, and he patted his back crisply.

"Xiaoyu..."

Song Yuzhang leaned on his shoulder, smiling slightly from the side. He was still suffering from a low fever, and his face was a little red, "Why, you are only allowed to bite me, and I am not allowed to pat you? Or did I hurt you?"

Song Mingzhao also blushed, "It hurts, but it doesn't hurt..."

He lowered his voice, and suddenly hugged Song Yuzhang tightly as if he was being forced by Song Yuzhang's gentle eyes. Song Yuzhang felt that his whole body was tense and his muscles were tense, so he closed his eyes and leaned on Song Mingzhao's shoulder.

"Fourth brother."

"Ok?"

"do you love me?"

Song Mingzhao is a young man who has received a Western-style education. He understands that there are many kinds of love in this world. Family affection, friendship, and love can all be called love. These loves have differences but also have similarities.

Song Yuzhang fell from the sky and became the collection of his love, his favorite brother.

"I love you," Song Mingzhao hugged him even harder, affirming, "Xiaoyu, I love you."

Song Yuzhang kissed his ear lightly, and hugged him tightly like a treasure.

After dawn, Song Yuzhang's fever subsided, he got out of bed, took a shower, washed his clothes, and refreshed himself.

Song Mingzhao was still sleeping.

Whenever the two brothers slept together, Song Mingzhao must have slept deeply when he woke up in the morning.

Sleeping with Song Yuzhang, he couldn't fall asleep at night, and always waited for Song Yuzhang to fall asleep for a long time before going to sleep, so Song Mingzhao fell asleep like a sleeping beauty at dawn.

Song Yuzhang went to the desk and took the small box, only put the check in it and the envelope that Meng Tingjing gave him, then went to the bedside and leaned over to look at Song Mingzhao.

Song Mingzhao was in a deep sleep, looking unconscious.

After Song Yuzhang took one last glance, he left with his things in his arms without any hesitation.

The driver at home took him to the bank. After Song Yuzhang entered the bank, he was greeted with countless respectful etiquettes.

"Morning, Mr. Song."

"President Song, good morning."

Song Yuzhang immediately understood that it was Liu Chuanzong who made the trick.

If you want him to take the blame, you must first let everyone know that Song Yuzhang's name was written on the pot.

Song Yuzhang was angry in his heart, but his face was smiling like a spring breeze, blowing down a large group of people in the autumn.

Going upstairs quickly, Song Yuzhang came to the office full of annoyance amidst the voices of "Hello, President Song". As soon as he opened the door, there was a loud "bang" and he was sprayed with silver all over his head and face. Gold ribbons.

Shen Chengduo laughed loudly, and said frankly: "Brother Song, you really are hiding something!"

When Shen Chengduo heard that Song Yuzhang had inherited the Song Family Bank, the last bit of doubt in his heart was also erased, and he immediately came over with the contract and waited for the rabbit.

Before Song Zhenqiao died, he was too embarrassed to disturb others who were too busy to put on sackcloth and filial piety. Today, he can come to the bank to discuss business!

When Song Yuzhang met Shen Chengduo, it was another kind of stabbing heart.

He fully thought that he could seek benefits through Shen Chengduo, but he did not expect this to happen.

Naturally, Shen Chengduo was not wrong, Song Yuzhang felt that his mind was a little out of balance, and he wanted to vent his anger on everyone, which must be bad.

Song Yuzhang smiled and said: "Brother Shen, don't worry, I just took over the bank now, and many affairs are still being handed over, I am really busy, Brother Shen, let's wait a little bit."

As soon as Shen Chengduo heard his tone, he felt that things seemed to have changed.

In business matters, even signing a contract in black and white cannot be said to be a sure thing, let alone a verbal agreement between them.

When making the agreement, Song Yuzhang was only one of the heirs of the Song family, and now Song Yuzhang's side has changed again, isn't there going to be an accident?

Shen Chengduo himself is a slippery person in the business field, so he thinks that Song Yuzhang is going to change his mind, either because he is dissatisfied with the conditions of cooperation, or because he has a better partner, and the worst is the Nie family. Don't want him in.

Shen Chengduo's thoughts turned back and forth for a moment, and a faint smile fell on his face, "Well, let's talk about it in two days."

After sending Shen Chengduo away, Song Yuzhang was anxious to find Liu Chuanzong.

Liu Chuanzong left him a message, saying that he had gone to Citibank, Song Yuzhang heaved a sigh of relief, took the vault key to inspect the vault, and found that there was only one-fifth of the French currency left in it.

Song Yuzhang was not worried that Liu Chuanzong would steal those legal coins and run away. If he wanted to do that, Liu Chuanzong would have done it a long time ago, so there is no need to wait until now.

Song Yuzhang locked the vault and put the key back.

"President Song, go slowly."

The people in the bank are respectful to him, and that kind of respect is a kind of respect from the bottom up to the owners of power, piety and respect.

Song Yuzhang turned around and walked a few steps to the second floor of the bank, overlooking the lobby of the bank.

From where Song Yuzhang stood, he could clearly have a panoramic view of the bank lobby.

There are many people in the bank, coming and going, everything is so normal and orderly.

Who would have thought that this is a dilapidated ship that has been completely eaten away?

Crumbling, the building will fall.

Song Yuzhang held on to the fence with both hands, looking deeply at the crowd going downstairs.

The access channels are different, and the people on both sides are lined up to the brim.

The Song family is very wealthy in Haizhou, and the Song family's bank is also very reputable in Haizhou, so the business is booming and the contacts are endless.

Song Yuzhang looked through the bank's accounts, and the water in the accounts is probably more than the water in Song's lake.

Although I don't know if it's true or not, just looking at the accounts, the bank deposits are mostly small households, accounting for more than half.

In fact, looking at Shen Chengduo, he understood.

Big households have their own way to make money, why bother throwing money in the bank to earn some small profits?

If he hadn't grasped Shen Chengduo's weakness, he would have given Shen Chengduo [-] choices, and he would not have chosen to invest in the bank.

It's a pity...the success fell short, and the success fell short.

Liu Chuanzong didn't say how Song Zhenqiao made such a big deficit.

Song Yuzhang really couldn't understand how a place like a bank could run at a loss.

While Song Yuzhang was thinking, there was a sudden movement in the downstairs hall.

Someone in the withdrawal line seemed to be making trouble.

There were many bodyguards in the Song Family Bank, and they immediately dragged the troublemakers out.

Song Yuzhang glanced over, thinking about today, tomorrow... I'm afraid there will be a riot.

Song Yuzhang felt extremely uncomfortable, so he went downstairs, and he greeted each other sentence after sentence. When the people who came and went heard the "President Song", they cast their eyes involuntarily, and were invariably fascinated by Song Yuzhang's demeanor.

Song Yuzhang couldn't stand those surprised and admiring eyes.

He has always been used to being looked at like this.

Now, for some reason, I can't bear it for no reason.

Song Yuzhang walked out of the bank.

"...Third Qian, who killed a thousand knives, I hate your mother, your whole family will die with sores..."

"Hey, Mr. Qian lied to you, you go to him, what's the fuss in front of our bank?"

"Where can I find Qian Lao San, a bitch, Juan'er is such a juicy girl, she is only 12 years old, I sold it to him, and I sold him 200 yuan, and he wants to lie to me too, rotten belly With a black heart and a heart, the whole family must not live longer..."

The woman cried so hard that she sat on the ground and refused to leave anyway. The bodyguards of Song Family Bank tried to beat her with sticks, but Song Yuzhang stopped her.

"stop."

When the bodyguards saw Song Yuzhang's overwhelming demeanor, they knew that it was Song Wuye, the new president, and hurriedly said: "President, this woman is causing trouble here. She sold her daughter and got a two-hundred-dollar bill, and the bill said Our bank, but the stamp on it is fake, it’s a fake bill, this kind of thing happens every day, don’t worry about it.”

"You say that the chapter above is fake? It's fake?!"

Seeing that someone was in charge, the woman quickly stood up and changed her words: "This bill is real, and so is the seal!"

Song Yuzhang said: "Let me have a look."

The woman quickly handed over the receipt in her chest.

Song Yuzhang took the bill and knew at a glance that the bill was indeed fake.

The woman knelt down and kowtowed, "Master, please do me a favor. There is no food at home. There is nothing I can do. Please, sir, please take a closer look, please take a closer look."

Song Yuzhang glanced over the bill, paused for a while on the woman, and handed the bill to the bodyguard beside him, "Go and change it for her."

The bodyguard was somewhat unexpected, but he was only surprised for a moment, and immediately said: "Okay."

The woman kneeling on the ground reacted much slower than the bodyguard, and she was still in the posture of preparing to kowtow stupidly.

Song Yuzhang bent down on one knee, "Get up, go in and exchange money with someone."

The woman raised her face, tears were all over her face, "Thank you, master, thank you, master."

The woman went in with the bodyguards, and Song Yuzhang was still standing at the door of the bank.

The area where the Song Family Bank is located is one of the most prosperous areas in Haizhou. There are countless department stores, watch shops, gold shops, dance halls and gambling houses around, and there are also many ragged people in the dark on the street. There are many rich people in the place, and begging is easier than other places.

Song Yuzhang recalled the days when he and Chun Xing fled.

At the most difficult time, Chun Xing once held his hand and said, "Master, there is really nothing to eat, so you just sell me."

She was sincere, and she didn't feel the misery of being a little slave in her eyes at all, but calmly and naturally calculated her own value. She was originally sold by her family, and she was very experienced in this.

Selling children and selling daughters is just for a bite of food.

Song Yuzhang turned around and went back to the bank.

The woman was coming out of exchange for money, when she saw him, she grabbed the clothes on her chest and ran away in fear.

Song Yuzhang knew that she was afraid that he would go back on his word.

In fact, he doesn't care, anyway, the bank is about to collapse, so if you can give "one bite" easily, just give it one bite.

Song Yuzhang returned to the second floor again.

This was the first time he was not in the office, but overlooking the people in the bank.

In fact, there is nothing to see, it is very ordinary, withdrawing money and depositing money, and there are occasional quarrels.

Too ordinary.

These people are so ordinary that they will never fall into Song Yuzhang's target.

It's just too ordinary.

Liu Chuanzong came back, carrying a small suitcase, went upstairs and met Song Yuzhang who was looking down, and said, "Fifth Master, the money has been exchanged."

Song Yuzhang glanced coldly at the suitcase in his hand.

"How much?"

"The fiat currency has fallen a bit today, and only [-] pounds have been exchanged."

Twenty thousand pounds.

Three hundred million dollars.

The gap is more than a natural moat.

Song Yuzhang pressed his palm on the fence.

This fence is very similar in structure to the fence on the ship.

There was a storm at sea that day, Song Yuzhang grabbed Chen Hanmin with one hand and the fence with the other, almost pulling his hands out of joint.

Although in the end he did not hold Chen Hanmin, it was a useless effort, but he did not regret doing so.

No reason, it's just that Song Yuzhang wanted to do that.

"Before the bank closes today, go and exchange these pounds into legal currency." Song Yuzhang said lightly.

Liu Chuanzong was silent for a moment, looking at Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang's side profile is well-defined, with sharp and graceful lines, and his complexion is a little pale, but reveals an unparalleled chic and vigor.

Liu Chuanzong lowered his eyes, "Yes."