Song Yuzhang

When Song Qiyuan entered the office, Song Yuzhang was hanging a shirt.

It was a very ordinary white shirt, neither new nor old, nothing special.

After Song Yuzhang finished hanging up, he turned around and saw him, and smiled slightly.

"Third brother, sit down."

Song Yuzhang's appearance is very radiant, of course he has always been like this, Song Qiyuan should not be surprised, but he feels that today's Song Yuzhang seems to be extraordinarily radiant, from head to toe is extremely bright, very like a bank president.

Song Qiyuan looked at Song Yuzhang with wrong eyes, sat down on the sofa, and said, "I came to see you today because I want to have a good talk with you."

Song Yuzhang also came over and sat down, raised one leg and said with a smile, "I'm all ears."

"You want 500 million, in what name and for what purpose? You said you want to save the bank, how do you save it? And with what?"

"Indeed, you said that you may not be Song Yuzhang, but you are Song Yuzhang now. The whole Haizhou only recognizes your face. How can you get rid of this identity? The old house of the Song family belongs to you, and you are not the same now," Song Qiyuan He is very tired. Since he took this job, he has never had a tired face on his face, and he also looks tired and tired when he speaks, "So don't say anything to scare me. I really have no ability. How about you? What is your ability, show it and let me see."

Song Yuzhang listened quietly, always indifferent, and only smiled on his face after listening.

"Third brother, you have asked me so many questions, I will also ask you a few questions, will it work?"

"You ask."

"If I am the real Song Yuzhang, what should you do?"

Song Qiyuan didn't think about this question for a while, and after pondering, he said: "Sending people back to England is the best choice."

"Then should he share some money?"

Song Qiyuan was dumb again for a moment.

"He backed your Song family's reputation, but he got nothing, so he fled back to England with his tail between his legs?"

"20 years of indifference, calling people back, just to let him bear an unwarranted crime?"

"What a good father, good brother, good family."

"Eating people doesn't spit out bones."

Song Yuzhang spoke softly, but Song Qiyuan's face became more and more serious.

Song Qiyuan has always hated this autocratic and cruel family, but in the end he had to work for the tiger. After all, a clean lotus did not grow in the mud, he could not completely cut off from the family, and became a part of this filth.

Song Yuzhang said he pretended to be a gentleman, and he was right.

In the end, he still became a puppet in the hands of his father. No matter how unwilling he is, the fact is so, no amount of explanation is just sophistry.

Well, a hypocrite has to go to the end.

Song Qiyuan closed his eyes lightly, "I can't trust you."

"Then third brother, who can you trust?"

Song Qiyuan originally wanted to talk about Liu Chuanzong, but Liu Chuanzong's appearance didn't seem to be very credible. After thinking about it, he really felt that no one could be trusted.

If the son deceives the father, and the father deceives the son, there will be nothing good in this family.

"I can only trust myself," Song Qiyuan looked at Song Yuzhang, "I don't have 500 million, I can only give you 300 million, and I can't give you all of the 300 million. If you need it, you can ask Liu Chuanzong to ask me to ask for it. What? Useful, what regulations should be there, I will give it after I can see it clearly."

Song Yuzhang frowned slightly, Song Qiyuan watched coldly, and made up his mind, no matter how much Song Yuzhang threatened today, he would never compromise. Song Yuzhang is a liar, or a courageous and capable liar, he has to beware.

Receiving the 3000 million has already become his shackles, if he is cheated away again, he will really die.

"Okay," Song Yuzhang reluctantly said, "Just do as you say."

Song Qiyuan heaved a sigh of relief, got up and took one last look at Song Yuzhang, "I still advise you not to be impulsive."

Song Yuzhang lowered his face, "Thank you for your advice."

After Song Qiyuan left, the solemn expression on Song Yuzhang's face gradually faded away, and he returned to a relaxed look.

500?

300?

None of this was what he wanted.

How could a qualified liar easily expose his real target?

He wants money, and what he wants more is Song Qiyuan.

There is only one smart person left in the Song family, and that bastard Song Zhenqiao has left such a mess, how can he not ask his own son to help?

As long as Song Qiyuan loosens his attitude, sooner or later he will be drawn into the game again with the 3000 million.

As for how to go in the future, Song Qiyuan asked a lot, but Song Yuzhang's answer in his heart was only three words - "I don't know".

He is not a god, and Song Zhenqiao can't solve it and can only seek death. How could he come up with a way to turn the tide overnight?

He only knew that there was no other way to go except this way.

Even if this is a dead end, he has to bite the bullet and go on.

At least, this path doesn't have to be crawled on your knees.

He, Song Yuzhang, is just the offspring of a whore and a whore. He has never read any serious books, nor has he had any lofty ambitions.

It's just that it's cheap, it's his own life, and he doesn't sell it.

When Liu Chuanzong finished his work, he brought some craftsmen up.

It was also the first time for the artisans to do such an errand - setting a priceless gemstone on a wooden table.

Although the wood of this table is also high-grade, it is still a bit incomprehensible. Whether such gemstones are made into rings or necklaces, they must be extremely luxurious and eye-catching. Understand.

Song Yuzhang and Liu Chuanzong talked in the outside room, "Song Qiyuan promised to give 300 million US dollars. Tonight you bring the account and ask him to make up for the share withdrawn by the bank today. Also, when you see Song Qiyuan, you don't have to carry the other two, which is It’s good for them to see, but don’t let them know what you said or did, just let them know that you are dealing with Song Qiyuan for the bank’s sake.”

"understood."

Song Yuzhang patted him on the shoulder, turned his face, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Do you know what I mean?"

"know."

"Tell me."

"The youngest and the youngest are very suspicious. They will suspect that you, together with the youngest and the youngest, set up a scheme to seize the bank, and trick them into giving up easily."

"Song Qiyuan is a smart person, and the suspicion of those two people may not be able to hide from him."

"The smarter the third young master is, the faster the two young masters will separate from each other."

Song Yuzhang patted Liu Chuanzong's shoulder again, then took out a thin piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

He gave it very casually, Liu Chuanzong took it without any preparation, glanced at it, and stopped when he saw the ink stains on the back of the paper.

Song Yuzhang turned around and went back to the room. Seeing the craftsman being careful, he said, "It's okay, it's okay to knock it off a little bit."

The craftsman looked puzzled, and Song Yuzhang said, "I mean that stone."

"Such a precious thing..."

"It's okay," Song Yuzhang said with a smile, "There are many such gadgets at home, and there are plenty."

The craftsmen were dumbfounded, and finally saw what it means to be rich. Since the employer has said so, let's do it freely!

It's not that Song Yuzhang never thought of selling this thing for some money. Together with those things in the Song family's house, they should be able to sell a lot of money if they are put together, enough for the bank to survive for a few more days.

But if this matter gets out, the paper tiger of the Song family will be torn to pieces.

Song Yuzhang didn't dare to say anything else, he was indeed an expert in how to bluff to hide the truth.

So don't show your timidity, he is now one of the three richest people in Haizhou, naturally rich and powerful, gems are used as table decorations.

The craftsman withdrew, and Liu Chuanzong re-entered the door. He said, "What do you mean by this, Lord Wu?"

Song Yuzhang stroked the gemstone that was forcibly embedded on the table, and lightly picked it with his fingers, but it was firm, "What do you mean? Oh? You said a contract of sale?" Song Yuzhang said casually, "Take it, when I I promised you that if I get this bank, I will set you free and not let you be a slave again, so, take it.” Song Yuzhang touched the table while turning back, his expression was very relaxed, “Burn it or tear it up as you like. If you like it, you can also keep it as a souvenir.”

Liu Chuanzong still held the thin paper in his hand.

"Why," Song Yuzhang saw that he seemed to have a different expression, and said, "You don't have to think that I'm buying you, there is no interest between you and me now, it's useless for me to keep this thing, you can still do your business, what should you do?" How much wages will I give you..." Song Yuzhang picked up the documents from the table and looked at them, "Director Liao is the director of the Transportation Bureau, and his monthly salary is only mediocre. How can there be so much money in the bank? His ability to search is not bad. Well, I have to ask him to have dinner some other day to ask for advice. Let’s deal with this month’s affairs first, and make an appointment with Shen Chengduo for me. I’ll talk to him in the evening. Also, since Song Zhenqiao has already made the idea of ​​Nie and Meng’s family, he must keep it. There are a lot of information about the two, sort them out and let me have a look..."

Liu Chuanzong almost never forgets with his eyes and ears, so Song Yuzhang has no scruples and speaks eloquently. When his mouth is dry, he realizes that Liu Chuanzong seems to be in a daze which is rare.

"Liu Chuanzong?"

Song Yuzhang called him.

Liu Chuanzong raised his face slowly, there was no expression on his face, the puppet's face was so weird that he couldn't make it out, he just held up the contract of sale in his hand, and repeated: "This one belongs to me?"

This is the second deed of sale given by Song Yuzhang.

The first one is the returned spring apricot.

Chun Xing didn't say anything, just kowtowed to him tearfully.

Song Yuzhang thought to himself that Liu Chuanzong was already a 40-year-old man, so he wouldn't kowtow to him with tears for such a small matter, right?

Liu Chuanzong has been in the Song family for 25 years. Judging by his appearance, although he is said to be a domestic servant, he should be handsome. After all, he is Song Zhenqiao's confidant, and Song Zhenqiao will never treat him badly.

Song Yuzhang said: "Liu Chuanzong, I will pay you back the deed of selling oneself, and you don't want to hide from the next thing, we are on the same boat..."

Song Yuzhang's voice gradually lowered.

Liu Chuanzong ate the deed of selling himself.

Song Yuzhang watched him chew and swallow bit by bit, but his expression was still numb, and he couldn't tell whether he felt uncomfortable after eating or not.

Song Yuzhang watched him finish eating quietly, holding the document in his hand, with a calm complexion, and pointed to the teacup on the table, "Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Liu Chuanzong stood without saying a word, his throat was bulging, and he seemed to be still swallowing.

He didn't drink any water, and only looked at Song Yuzhang with dark eyes.

Song Qiyuan said, this is not the real Song Yuzhang, not the blood of the Song family.

That's right, how could the real Song family just let him go so casually?The members of the Song family will not let people go easily until the last drop of blood is squeezed from the bones.

No wonder, no wonder there are so many places that don't look alike.

Liu Chuanzong smiled, his smile was completely superficial, not deliberate ridicule, but he only knows such a way of laughing, took a deep breath, "Actually..." Liu Chuanzong paused, in Song Yuzhang With probing eyes, he said slowly, "The bank's deficit...is not [-] million."