Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang returned to Song Zhai, ran upstairs in one breath, slammed the door open, walked quickly to the desk, opened the drawer violently, and grabbed out the envelope that Meng Tingjing had given him in the drawer.

He has never looked at how much money is there.

At the beginning, he asked Meng Tingjing for the so-called "reward for opening buds", which was a kind of counterattack with a self-defiled nature. .

Song Yuzhang tore open the envelope.

The envelope was opened, and a thin check fell out of it, falling like a leaf on the dark red desk.

Song Yuzhang took a closer look, and saw that Meng Tingjing's name was signed in a fluttering manner, but the column for the amount had not been filled in yet.

——This is a blank check that can be filled with numbers at will.

Song Yuzhang picked up the check with an extremely complicated smile on his face.

Ting Jing, Ting Jing, do you hate me or love me?

Keep saying that he is not worthy, but leave him such a blank check.

Isn't he afraid that he will write down a few strokes and write an astronomical figure?

Song Yuzhang's eyes turned cold, and he immediately pulled out the pen.

If he is not benevolent, he is not righteous!

The nib of the pen hangs over the check, and it has not fallen for a long time.

Song Yuzhang's eyes were fixed on the three words "Meng Tingjing" on the check, and his fingers holding the pen became more and more forceful.

"clatter".

The pen dripped onto the table.

Song Yuzhang held the check in front of his eyes.

Meng Tingjing.

You want me to sell it, but I refuse!

Slowly bending his fingers, the check was crumpled up by Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang flushed the crumpled check together with the envelope into the toilet.

"Xiaoyu."

Song Mingzhao's cautious voice came from outside.

Song Mingzhao observed his words, and felt that something was wrong with Song Yuzhang's cloudy and sunny days, and he began to feel a little timid towards Song Yuzhang.

"what's up?"

Song Yuzhang appeared in front of Song Mingzhao with a happy face.

Song Mingzhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, "I want to ask if you have dinner yet?"

"No," Song Yuzhang put his arms around Song Mingzhao's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Come on, let me eat with you."

That night, Liu Chuanzong received a call from Song Yuzhang.

"The bank will open as usual tomorrow. I still have a check for 20 yuan here. You can exchange it first."

"Let's talk about going to England later, and wait for my order."

"Ok."

Liu Chuanzong hung up the phone with a thoughtful look on his face.

He is not a puppet without thoughts, but he is used to hiding everything under that face. He is a slave, and slaves have no face or thoughts.

Song Yuzhang and Song Mingzhao had a happy meal. He was in high spirits, and Song Mingzhao was finally happy. "I see you have been unhappy these two days. Is it because you have too many things to do with the bank?"

Song Yuzhang took a sip of wine, put his arm around Song Mingzhao's shoulder, and gently pinched Song Mingzhao's face.

"It's really too busy these two days, so I asked you to worry, brother four," Song Yuzhang said politely, "Don't worry, it won't happen in the future, my poor good brother four, I'm so happy to worry about me."

Song Mingzhao was dizzy and couldn't stand Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang let it go after he finished speaking, and said he wanted to go out. Song Mingzhao wanted to follow him but was afraid that Song Yuzhang would not agree, so Song Yuzhang patted his face, smiled and said, "Stay at home obediently, and come back later."

Song Mingzhao hadn't seen Song Yuzhang's good face for a few days, so he was very obedient and obediently said "um".

Song Yuzhang got into the car and directed the driver to go to the bungalow that Song Qiyuan was allocated.

That bungalow is also the property of the Song family. Although it is not as majestic as the Song residence, it is exquisite and elegant. It looks like a rich man's residence, and the location is also very suitable. Song Yuzhang sat in the car and lit a cigarette for himself. He said to the driver: "Go in and ask Song Qiyuan to come out to meet me, remember, only he is alone."

The driver listened to his instructions, went in and found a familiar servant cleverly, and asked her to go up and call Third Young Master, "You call secretly, don't call in front of First Young Master and Second Young Master."

After a while, Song Qiyuan came out. He seemed to be about to go to sleep. He was wearing a jacket, trousers, and a nightgown. When the driver saw him, his eyes lit up and he said, "Third Young Master, Fifth Young Master is waiting for you in the car."

In the past few days, Song Qiyuan has also been paying attention to the movement of the bank, thinking that Song Yuzhang should leave tomorrow, and the world will be in chaos tomorrow. The two brothers are only thinking about quickly distributing the money, but he is tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about how to deal with what will happen next Stormy.

Song Yuzhang came, what do you want to say?Farewell?They also don't seem to be in a relationship that needs to say goodbye.

Question and accuse?It doesn't seem to make any sense to talk about these things at this time.

Song Qiyuan opened the car door with some doubts in his heart.

Song Yuzhang was sitting inside, puffing out smoke. He smoked violently, and the snow-white smoke lingered lingeringly. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his face away, and waggled his fingers holding the cigarette, "Get in the car."

Song Qiyuan got into the car.

"Song Zhenqiao left you 3000 million US dollars." Song Yuzhang cut to the chase before he sat down.

Song Qiyuan sat down slowly and kept silent. He took the 3000 million US dollars very hotly, reluctantly, helplessly, and with a guilty conscience.

"Give me one."

Song Yuzhang took a puff of cigarette, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and said lightly, "I don't want much, 500 million."

Song Qiyuan still didn't speak. After a long silence, he said, "You are not Song Yuzhang."

"I remember that I have already discussed this issue with you, third brother." Song Yuzhang turned his face and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I already am."

"Tomorrow Liu Chuanzong will send you to England, don't worry, he will help you..."

"I do not go."

Song Yuzhang's understatement interrupted Song Qiyuan's words. Song Qiyuan's expression froze, and he turned his face to look at Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang spewed smoke out of his mouth, "Give me 500 million, and I will keep the bank alive."

Song Qiyuan was shocked by his words again.

"500?"

"Yes, 500 million."

Song Yuzhang lowered his head and smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "If you are willing to give a little more, I don't mind."

Song Qiyuan laughed, and he laughed very distressed, because of Song Yuzhang's innocence and overestimation.

"Do you know how big the hole in the bank is now?"

Song Qiyuan thought maybe Liu Chuanzong hadn't made it clear to Song Yuzhang, and he said, "What do you think 500 million dollars can accomplish?"

"Isn't it just a [-] million hole?" Song Yuzhang smiled casually, and looked at Song Qiyuan with raised eyelashes, "Third Brother, just because you don't have the ability, doesn't mean I don't either."

Song Qiyuan was silent for half a minute without anything to say, and then said objectively: "You are crazy."

"Whatever you think," Song Yuzhang pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, and said calmly, "500 million, within 10 minutes of the bank opening tomorrow, I will see you send the 500 million, otherwise," he smiled at Song Qiyuan Laughing, "I may not be Song Yuzhang, it's a big deal, everyone will die, and no one will think about it."

Song Qiyuan's face changed slightly, "Are you threatening me?"

"How is this a threat? You want me to take the blame for 500 million, and I only want you 3000 million. This is a threat? Then let's change it. I will hand over the bank to you, and you will give me 1000 million. Don't worry, my heart Shan, how about sharing [-] million with you then?"

Song Qiyuan once again had nothing to say.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the 3000 million yuan should not have been held by them.

It's just that man is not a sage, and he is not perfect. When faced with a real choice, he can only selfishly protect himself and his brother first.

He doesn't like this family, but he was born in it, he is a member of this family, his father exchanged his life for a promise, and he has to carry this family.

As for the others, just treat him as cruel.

"How do you plan to keep the bank alive?" Song Qiyuan said slowly.

Song Yuzhang had finished smoking a cigarette, and continued to light a cigarette. The orange flame flickered on his fingertips. Song Yuzhang sent the cigarette to his lips, and his lips protruded slightly on the cigarette holder. Shares? That 500 million doesn’t count.”

"Five million won't last long."

"Then the third brother will give some more."

"If you are like this, if something happens at that time, no one can guarantee that you will be able to escape unscathed."

Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing, he looked at Song Qiyuan, and said slowly: "So you did this to protect me and retreat?"

"Song Qiyuan, are you pretending to be a gentleman so much that you take yourself seriously?"

"Remember, whether I am Song Yuzhang is the same as whether you are a good person. We each understand in our hearts that it is useless to say more. 500 million, you can't lose a cent. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences. You know that I am neither a good person nor a vicious person. Things can be done, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, they will die anyway, you should think about it yourself."

Song Yuzhang bit his cigarette and turned his face away, frowning slightly, "Go down."

Through the smoke, Song Qiyuan once again lost sight of Song Yuzhang in front of him.

He thought it was a greedy liar who would eat his own fruit, but this liar said that he would not leave, he wanted the bank to survive?

The [-] million hole, no matter what anyone thinks, is a mountain that can crush people to pieces. Can Song Yuzhang have the ability to carry it?

Or do you just want to cheat another 500 million from him?

Song Qiyuan got out of the car, the driver brushed past him, and the nightgown shook slightly. Song Qiyuan felt a slight chill, and returned to the foreign building. Song Yekang was in the hall outside, and asked, "Who's here? Is the sister-in-law back?"

"No," Song Qiyuan shook his hand, "the one who distributed the promotional flyer."

"It's so late, and those people still don't stop."

Song Yekang said: "The bastard hasn't left yet, is he planning to leave tomorrow?"

Song Qiyuan stood quietly for a moment, he didn't know how to answer this question, so he just waved his hands, "Go to sleep."

Song Yuzhang returned to Song Zhai and asked his servant to open a bottle of good wine for him.

Fine whiskey, one of Song Zhenqiao's collections.

Song Yuzhang drank half a cup like a cow chewing peonies, and the servant couldn't help but persuade him, "Fifth Master, drink slowly."

"It doesn't matter," Song Yuzhang took another big sip, turned his face and smiled at the servant, "You fifth master, I drink a lot."

The servant blushed, and felt that Fifth Master was exuding a strange romantic smell.

Song Yuzhang went upstairs after drinking two glasses of wine.

In the room, Song Mingzhao was waiting for him, sitting on the bed, wearing a silver satin pajamas, reading a book with a small night light on, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his face and said happily: "Xiaoyu, you came back?"

Song Yuzhang walked over, turned around and lay on Song Mingzhao's lap.

Song Mingzhao smelled the smell of alcohol and tobacco on him immediately, "Did you go out to drink? With whom?"

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Fourth brother, are you jealous?"

Song Mingzhao blushed, "What nonsense are you talking about, I'll just ask."

Song Yuzhang smiled, turned his face, buried his face in Song Mingzhao's waist, and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, you are so kind."

Song Mingzhao smiled silly, "Are you drunk?"

Song Yuzhang also smiled, and wrapped his arms around Song Mingzhao's waist.

"Fourth brother."

"Ok?"

"I want to love you longer, let's be good brothers."

"..."

Song Mingzhao felt as if he had been filled with honey, he lowered his head and leaned his cheek against Song Yuzhang's, and after a long time he whispered: "Then I will last longer than you."

Song Mingzhao waited for a long time but did not get a response. When he looked up, Song Yuzhang had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Song Mingzhao smiled slightly and hugged Song Yuzhang. He didn't sleep, he was afraid of disturbing Song Yuzhang by snoring, and he would sleep again when Song Yuzhang was fast asleep. Watching Song Yuzhang sleep like this was also very happy for him.

Because at this time, Song Mingzhao felt that Song Yuzhang really belonged to him, his brother alone.

The next day, Song Yuzhang woke up early and washed himself. He took the thumb-sized pigeon blood stone from the drawer and put it in his coat pocket.

Seeing his radiant face, the driver couldn't help saying in admiration, "Fifth Master, you are in really good spirits today."

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "People are in good spirits on happy occasions."

The driver thought to himself, didn't the happy event happen two days ago?Why did it take until today to be happy?

The opening of the bank was lively and unusual. Song Yuzhang entered the bank surrounded by everyone, and also received greetings one after another.

"Good morning, President."

"morning."

The handsome president of the newly inherited bank changed his indifferent style a few days ago, and nodded kindly and personably, "Morning, everyone."

"Morning, President, you are really energetic today."

Someone said boldly, and got a charming smile from the new president, which almost made his heart jump out.

Liu Chuanzong had already been waiting in the office, and Song Yuzhang handed him the check as soon as he entered.

"You've been targeted by someone. In the past two days, you'll need to find a way to hide your traces."

"Yes, don't worry, I know someone is staring at me, but they just don't care about these things."

"Then, from today on, take good care of it."

Song Yuzhang said: "I don't want this office anymore, I'll ask someone to move all the things here to the president's office."

"Yes."

"and this."

Song Yuzhang took out the pigeon blood stone and pressed it on the table, and tapped the blood-red stone with his finger, "Put this on the desk in my new office."

"I'm going to see it every day when I walk into the office."

"Ok."

After Liu Chuanzong went downstairs, he walked into the hall and met a familiar face.

"Third Young Master."

Song Qiyuan nodded slightly, "What about others?"

"Upstairs, the governor's office."

There were people coming and going in the hall, Song Qiyuan was inconvenient to speak, so he gave Liu Chuanzong a wink, and Liu Chuanzong followed Song Qiyuan to the secluded place of the bank like a friend.

"He came to me yesterday and said he would not leave today."

"That's what the fifth master told me."

"Order?" Song Qiyuan frowned and said, "Liu Chuanzong, have you figured out what you do?!"

"I know very well," Liu Chuanzong said without emotion, "I am now the fifth master's slave."

Song Qiyuan couldn't explain clearly to him, and said again: "Do you know what he said? He asked me for 500 million US dollars, otherwise he would die, isn't he..." Song Qiyuan looked around, and then lowered his voice even more, "... He is not the real Song Yuzhang at all."

Liu Chuanzong remained motionless, paused for a while, and then slowly said: "Third Master, this has nothing to do with me."

"I'm the fifth master's slave now. I will do whatever the fifth master asks me to do. Third master, I still have things to do, so I'll take my leave first."

The president's office is very spacious, twice as spacious as Song Yuzhang's original one. The interior is richly decorated, and there is a very transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window. Song Yuzhang can recognize that the dazzling gold-plated roof of the bank is above this window.

Song Yuzhang stood in front of the window, looking down at the bustling crowd downstairs.

"咚咚-"

"Enter."

"President, the third master is here."

Song Yuzhang smiled, and the sunlight hit his eyeballs a little dazzlingly, "Please come in."