Song Yuzhang

In the afternoon when the bank was closed, a box of British pounds was exchanged for French currency. Liu Chuanzong neatly stacked piles of them on the shelf.

There are four more days.

There are still four days of peace to live.

The vacancy of [-] million U.S. dollars is not even a drop in the bucket even if the gods come.

Song Yuzhang leaned halfway against the wall and asked, "How much did Song Zhenqiao leave for Song Qiyuan?"

Liu Chuanzong coded the last stack of French currency, turned around and said, "3000 million US dollars."

Song Yuzhang chuckled, "He's really good at it. He can make ten times the deficit at his age."

Since Liu Chuanzong was sold into the Song family, he has been reused by Song Zhenqiao. He is not a good-looking one on the bright side, but a real confidant. He was trained by Song Zhenqiao to be a heartless loyal servant. Song Zhenqiao's death completely disappeared, and now he was left with no heart. Song Yuzhang's ridicule of Song Zhenqiao did not cause the slightest wave in his heart.

"Bring me the bank's account book. I want the real account. I don't want to read that foolish thing." Song Yuzhang paused, doubting, "Is there any?"

"Have."

The real account books were all written by Liu Chuanzong. Song Yuzhang looked through the account books and thought that Liu Chuanzong was really not an ordinary person. He knew that the bank was full of holes and countless holes, but he could still work beside him as if nothing had happened every day.

Song Yuzhang turned a few pages at a glance, his eyes were sore, he simply closed the account book, and asked Liu Chuanzong directly, "If the 3000 million US dollars is still there, how long can the bank last?"

"It can only last until the end of the year, and the end of the year is hard to carry, I'm afraid it won't work."

Song Yuzhang stroked the smooth surface of the ledger lightly with his palm, and asked, "Is there any big new amount due?"

"Yes, Gehua Company has deposited a sum of one hundred thousand dollars, which will expire at the end of this month."

One hundred thousand U.S. dollars was not a big sum for the bank, but for the Song Family Bank, which only has [-] pounds in deposits, even if it is completely emptied, it cannot be filled.

"What about next month?"

"The biggest sum next month is $200 million."

"200?"

"Yes, it belongs to Director Liao of the Transportation Bureau."

Song Yuzhang laughed angrily, "Why doesn't he deposit in Citibank?"

"We promise higher interest."

Song Yuzhang had nothing to say. He picked up the ledger and flipped through a few pages back and forth. He found that the interest rate of the Song Family Bank was getting higher and higher. Attracting deposits, drinking poison to quench thirst like this, can be delayed day after day, and when the real poison occurs, it will definitely die.

"Hasn't he thought about saving it?"

"The Nie and Meng families are the only ones in Haizhou who are capable of helping the bank through the difficulties. The master has tried to cooperate with the two companies many times before, but they were unsuccessful."

Song Yuzhang remained silent, looking at the empty vault, really didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.

Standing in the treasury for a long time, Song Yuzhang returned the ledger to Liu Chuanzong.

"Pick me up at the bank at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

At eight o'clock in the morning, after Tian Guangyao finished washing, he bid farewell to his wife and daughter at home. The car from Nie's family to pick him up had already arrived. Tian Guangyao said, "Please take me to Song's Bank first."

Tian Guangyao's family lived not far from Song's Bank, and he arrived before the bank opened at 08:30, planning to do his first business as soon as the bank opened, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long.

There were already a few people waiting at the gate of the bank, and they must all have the same thoughts as him.

At 08:30, as soon as the bank door opened, Tian Guangyao rushed in to withdraw money. He took 1000 yuan to buy a gold bracelet for his wife whose birthday was two days old. Bodyguards escort people in.

The visitor was tall and slender, and his body was tucked into the well-tailored trousers. When he walked towards him, he was covered with golden sunshine, and his face was indescribably handsome and gorgeous. Tian Guangyao had painted countless portraits, and his eyes were like Staring fiercely at the person who came, he was surprised to find that the person's flesh and blood were all in perfect condition.

On the way to Nie's house, Tian Guangyao kept thinking about that face, thinking that there was such a romantic person in Haizhou, so he couldn't help asking in the car, "Song Family Bank has a very handsome gentleman today."

The driver of Nie's family was well-informed and said with a smile, "You are talking about Fifth Master Song, right?"

Tian Guangyao nodded as he listened, "I heard that the fifth son of the Song family was very outstanding, but I didn't expect it to be so outstanding."

"Haha," the driver of Nie's family said heartily, "Hasn't Mr. Tian heard the young master talk about it?"

Tian Guangyao said: "Young master?"

"Young master and Song Wuye are very close, but they just like Song Wuye's good looks."

"Oh," Tian Guangyao suddenly realized, "The young master often talks about 'Brother Yuzhang'?"

"correct."

Tian Guangyao and his colleagues arrived at Nie's house talking and laughing.

The Nie family has a good family style, and the servants are well-mannered and not rigid. They are just like the uncle of the Nie family, and the wages are also sufficient. Nie Bernian is cute and well-behaved. Tian Guangyao likes this part-time job very much. At work, although some of his peers felt that he was fawning on the rich and powerful, he himself didn't care. After teaching Nie Bonian, he followed Nie Mao to see the legendary Second Master Nie.

Professor Tian Guangyao's time in Nie Bo is not too long, just over three months. To Nie Yinbing, he only listens to the person, but does not see the body. When Nie Mao recommends him, he habitually removes the person from the bone first Daorou judged it in his heart, and thought that Nie Yinbing was handsome and handsome, and he was also a standard handsome man.

"Mr. Tian, ​​please sit down."

Nie Yinbing stretched out his hand to ask Tian Guangyao to take a seat, and after sitting down, he expressed his feelings and asked Tian Guangyao to paint his empty mouth.

After Tian Guangyao was stunned for a moment, he said, "This... I may not be able to draw it."

"You might as well give it a try."

Nie Yinbing's attitude was very firm, and Tian Guangyao was well-informed. Knowing that this was a difficult person to talk about, he took a drawing board, paper and pen, and listened as he pleased.

"He has a face that is neither long nor short, nor wide nor narrow. From the front, you can feel that his cheeks are slightly sunken, with thick eyebrows, not thick enough to be rough, long eyes, double eyelids, curly eyelashes, very long and thick , high nose bridge, straight nose from the side, lips neither thick nor thin, the upper lip protrudes slightly, and there is no spot on the face."

Tian Guangyao was dizzy from hearing this, and said cautiously, "May I ask if it's a man or a woman?"

"man."

Tian Guangyao took a pen and began to paint according to Nie Yinbing's description, but Nie Yinbing stopped after a few strokes, "The face is a bit long."

Tian Guangyao had never felt that painting was such a difficult task in his life. Under Nie Yinbing's gesticulation, he couldn't bear it and said: "Second Master Nie, you might as well wait until I finish painting to say whether I look like it or not."

Nie Yinbing felt that Tian Guangyao was making trouble for no reason.

I have already made a mistake in writing, can I still draw a good result?

Although he really kept silent, but Tian Guangyao didn't draw a few strokes, so he shook his head. Tian Guangyao saw it, and felt that Nie Yinbing was simply making trouble for no reason.

After Tian Guangyao finished painting, he was picked on by Nie Yinbing again to be useless, and he wished he could drop his pen and leave immediately.

At this moment, Nie Mao arrived in time and said that Tian Guangyao must be tired from painting, and asked him to rest and eat something before painting.

Nie Yinbing only commented on this with two words, "Idiot."

Tian Guangyao was so angry that he almost pouted.

After Nie Yinbing left, Nie Mao quietly stuffed an envelope into Tian Guangyao, and at the same time said all kinds of good things, to the effect that my second grandfather is not a bad person, but his thoughts, words, and deeds are somewhat different from ordinary people.

Tian Guangyao didn't say any more because of Qian's face, he just said: "The elder master and the younger master are both so good-natured, the second master is really different."

Nie Mao chuckled, "Second Master is like this."

After Nie Mao settled down, Tian Guangyao went to see Nie Yinbing, who was standing under the flower tree.

"Second Master, Mr. Tian is an expert in portrait painting in Haizhou. Be patient and you will be able to draw it."

Nie Yinbing didn't say a word, and he looked down on Tian Guangyao's ability in his heart. He stared at a pomegranate tree not far away that was quietly bearing fruit.

"He loves pomegranates."

Nie Mao heard this nonsense, and said, "Who?"

Nie Yinbing didn't answer.

Nie Xueping said that his words would cause misunderstanding, so Nie Yinbing stayed up all night, tossing and turning, afraid that Zhao Jianfang would die because of his words.

If Zhao Jianfang really died, what should he do?

In fact, he is nothing more than the same sentence.

"Live to see people, die to see corpses."

Song Yuzhang was still standing on the second floor, watching the crowds in the bank for a long time. There were quite a few people, but no matter how many people there were, the savings of these ordinary people would still be useless. It may not be possible to get it.

Shen Chengduo visited Song's house last night. Seeing him anxious, Song Yuzhang knew very well in his heart that the more he pushed Shen Chengduo out, the more Shen Chengduo felt that he had some benefits and wanted to keep it to himself.

Song Yuzhang put his hands on the railing and lowered his head deeply.

Shen Chengduo is willing to give 1000 million US dollars.

1000 million dollars...

3000 million US dollars can't save Song Zhenqiao's life, so what's the use of 1000 million US dollars?

Shen Chengduo is not someone to be fooled with. If he accepts the 1000 million US dollars, there must be countless eyes in Haizhou staring at him and Song's Bank day and night, and it will be difficult to get away at that time.

If there are these 1000 million... I don't know how long the bank can last...

Maybe Shen Chengduo will gradually relax his vigilance, and then he will...

Song Yuzhang frowned tightly.

Even in such a desperate situation, there is more than one way for him to escape. If it goes well, he might be able to take a large sum of money and fly away.

But he got away, what should the rest of the people do?

Song Yuzhang's eyes fell on the lobby of the bank.

There is no difference between the crowds and people from yesterday, they are still bustling and ignorant.

Song Yuzhang held the railing tightly with both hands, and lightly touched his forehead against the cold wood.

Liu Chuanzong stood aside, always quietly accompanying him.

At noon, Song Yuzhang said: "Let's go eat."

Liu Chuanzong accompanied Song Yuzhang to a French restaurant near the bank. Song Yuzhang ordered a set meal for two guests. There were eight glasses of wine in the set meal. When the waiter poured wine for him, Song Yuzhang ordered: "Refill it."

The waiter was a little surprised, and explained to him that these wines were just for side dishes, so just taste it and point it out.

"Refill."

Song Yuzhang drank enough of the eight glasses of wine.

Gambling, he is not good at, but drinking can be regarded as a huge amount.

After eight glasses of foreign wine, he didn't change his face, but his stomach was so full that he didn't even take a few mouthfuls of food.

Tian Guangyao couldn't even eat.

In the morning, he drew three portraits at an astonishing speed. Nie Yinbing's evaluation remained the same - "ugly", and at the same time he used his eyes and expression to implicitly call him an idiot.

Tian Guangyao was angry at first, but Nie Yinbing didn't have the habit of not talking when eating, and he kept picking on his paintings when he was eating, picky and picky. Tian Guangyao heard that Nie Yinbing was a layman, but he didn't dislike his paintings. It's not good, but I think the characters he draws are not good-looking enough.

Originally, Nie Yinbing's descriptions were vague and unrecognizable, Tian Guangyao also drew on his own instincts, since Nie Yinbing thinks that his drawings are not good-looking enough, then he should draw a "good-looking" one!

Tian Guangyao didn't eat a few mouthfuls, he got into the guest room, intending to draw a picture of an extremely handsome man.

He has a great memory for people's faces, and he quickly recalls the faces he glimpsed at the bank in the morning.

The picture in my mind is very clear and complete.

Covered in the sun behind him, a person who is shining from head to toe, including the silk scarf and tie worn by the other party's clothes, is extremely clear.

Tian Guangyao was only drawing human faces before, but now he decided to draw a full-body portrait. Drawing a person with good flesh and blood would make him feel better.

Tian Guangyao made a few brushstrokes, first outlined the outline, and then started from the shoulders.

That Song Wuye's face is too good, he wants to save it for last to draw.

Tian Guangyao painted as he wanted this time, so he quickly calmed down and devoted himself to the painting. Nie Yinbing entered the guest room without arousing his attention.

Nie Yinbing saw that he didn't paint his face, but only painted his airs first, but he didn't say anything rude.

Because I think Tian Guangyao's frame is not bad.

Zhao Jianfang is such a handsome and big-boned person.

Nie Yinbing thought: "The portrait is not very good, but the body is not bad."

Song Yuzhang drank a lot of wine at noon, and soon after he returned to the bank, he became drunk again. He lay down on the sofa in the office and fell asleep. He was woken up by the movement downstairs, and asked Liu Chuanzong to come in and ask if there was a problem. A group of people are making trouble below.

"You bring some fake bills to our bank to exchange money, aren't you afraid of being arrested and sent to the patrol room?"

"Don't scare people. The seventh sister of the Sun family has already said that this bill is real. Your president personally recognized it. The money was exchanged for her. Do you still want to admit it?!"

"That's right, our bill is the same as that of the Seventh Sister of the Sun family, why should we exchange it for her or not?"

"Why!"

"Let your president come out! Let him change it for us!"

Song Yuzhang put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the noisy crowd downstairs with a little drunkenness. After watching for a while, he said to Liu Chuanzong: "Go and invite them to come up. If they refuse to come up, ask someone to escort them up." .”

There were men and women among the rioters. The young ones looked no more than 60 or [-] years old, and the older ones were [-] or [-] years old. There were more than ten people in total.

Song Yuzhang sat on the sofa, pressed his forehead with one hand, and glanced at those people with raised eyes. He put his hand down, pointed at a man in his forties, and said, "Take him out and kill him."

The man was stunned, almost dumbfounded.

Liu Chuanzong answered "Yes" without emotion, and directed the bodyguards to restrain him from behind.

The man woke up like a dream, and shouted: "Killer, murderer, in broad daylight, there is no law!"

Song Yuzhang raised his hand, "Shut his mouth."

Liu Chuanzong took his own handkerchief, directly blocked the man's mouth, and at the same time ordered the bodyguards to hold him down to the ground.

Song Yuzhang said: "This is Haizhou, Wang Fa? Don't you know that there are three words Nie Mengsong written on the Wang Fa?" He stood up, walked to the rest of the group, and suddenly pulled out a thirty-something The year-old man slapped the man hard with a "slap", and then pushed the man to the bodyguard's side to be caught by the bodyguard. He turned his face to look at the few remaining frightened people, and slowly Said: "If you dare to come here to play wild, you will die?"

Everyone never thought that the kind and handsome president in the middle of the mouth of the seventh sister of the Sun family would be so cruel and merciless as soon as he made a move, and hurriedly fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

Song Yuzhang glanced at Liu Chuanzong and said, "Pull these two people down first."

"Yes."

Liu Chuanzong directed the bodyguards to take the two away together.

The few people kneeling on the ground leaned together tremblingly, watching helplessly as the two were dragged down.

"Tell me," Song Yuzhang sat back on the sofa again, "Who ordered you?"

Among the remaining people, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy came out tremblingly.

It turned out that among the dozen or so people, three were indeed victims of being deceived by the third son of Qian, some were deceived for money, some were deceived for things, like Sister Sun Qi, they were deceived into a child.

"Third Qian said, this is a bank note, and when the time comes, you can get an extra ten yuan. I asked someone to read it, and they all said it was true. I only saw it for two days. Wait a few more days and you will get more money." For ten yuan, I will believe it..."

"Qian Laosan spends a lot of money and is easy-going. We really can't see that he is a liar."

"My lord, my lord, please do me a favor. Our total here is only 700 yuan. Please do me a favor and give it to us."

Song Yuzhang held his forehead, and after a moment of silence, he said, "What about the rest?"

It was the boy who replied, "They are here to help. We are small and we can't make a fuss. They help us. If we get the money, we will give them [-]%."

Song Yuzhang nodded, and looked at those people again. Their faces were full of pleading and hope.

"Since these bills are fake, it is impossible for our bank to exchange them for you."

Those people suddenly turned pale.

Song Yuzhang said: "There is a grievance and a debtor. Whoever should be found is the one who should be found. It's not that our bank made a mistake, so we shouldn't bear it. If this is the case, everyone can exchange fake bills for money in the future. Isn't the bank Messed up?"

Everyone knew that what he said was reasonable, so they could only leave silently one by one.

After everyone left, Liu Chuanzong also came back.

"You didn't really kill those two, did you?"

"No, I gave them a warning and let them go."

Song Yuzhang still smelled of alcohol, took a deep breath and then slowly let it out.

The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner.

He was not the one who did the crime, and he really couldn't be blamed for how those people cried.

To be able to delay leaving until the last moment is already... the utmost benevolence.