Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang couldn't help looking at the scars on Liu Chuanzong's face, "The kid still beat you?"

Liu Chuanzong said: "Yes."

"Wolf cub," Song Yuzhang turned to sit behind the table, "If you really can't handle it, I'll take him away."

"I can handle it." Liu Chuanzong said without hesitation.

Song Yuzhang smiled faintly, looked up at Liu Chuanzong, Liu Chuanzong avoided his gaze unnaturally, Song Yuzhang lowered his head with a smile on his lips, "Then I will trouble you."

Liu Chuanzong withdrew without saying a word.

Song Yuzhang held the pen in his hand and couldn't help smiling.

As soon as he saw that boy, he felt that it was suitable for Liu Chuanzong to take care of him.

They are both young geniuses, so there must be some sympathy for each other, right?Liu Chuanzong was lonely and lifeless all day long, and it would be nice to have a child by his side.

After a while, Liu Chuanzong left and returned.

"Director Liao called, and he will make an appointment to withdraw money tomorrow."

Song Yuzhang's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Got it."

really.

Meng Tingjing was staring at him.

Although it seems that his life has been peaceful during this period of time, Song Yuzhang is more willing to believe that Meng Tingjing is enjoying his dying struggle.

What's the fun in crushing someone to death in one breath? Of course, it's more interesting to apply pressure little by little and torture slowly. Watching people full of hope and finally becoming desperate again can make a person go crazy.

Song Yuzhang put down the pen, leaned back on the chair, and his eyes fell on the bright red pigeon blood stone on the table.

There must be countless pairs of eyes around him watching his every move.

Would Meng Tingjing feel happy at this moment?

He just went to Director Liao's door yesterday, and he spoke well, but he changed his mind immediately today. There is no doubt that Meng Tingjing put pressure on Director Liao.

In fact, this is quite obvious. As Shen Chengduo said, is being an official a must?There are "officials" in the officials, even if Liao Tiandong is in charge of the entire transportation of Haizhou, he still has to obey the orders of the Meng family.

Meng Tingjing has this ability, the foundation of the century-old shipping family management, the envy of others will not be envied, and it will be difficult to shake.

Song Yuzhang handled the affairs smoothly, and when Song Qiyuan finished reconciling the accounts with Liu Chuanzong at night, he said to Song Qiyuan: "Third brother, you can make an appointment with Director Liao tonight."

Song Qiyuan thought about it, "Where is the appointment?"

"Where was your appointment last time, you will still be there this time."

"it is good."

Song Qiyuan left in a hurry, Song Yuzhang stayed at the bank and ate some dry food brought by Liu Chuanzong, "The steamed buns are well steamed, Lao Liu, is there anything you don't know?"

Liu Chuanzong was dumb, "I don't know a lot."

Song Yuzhang found that Liu Chuanzong was not insensitive by nature, but he was tempered by some unknown method the day after tomorrow, and his whole person looked like a log, with all his thoughts hidden inside.

Song Yuzhang didn't tease him, and after eating half a dry steamed bun and drinking water, he said to Liu Chuanzong, "Go, go and see Third Brother!"

According to Song Yuzhang's instructions, Liu Chuanzong drove the car to the small building where the three brothers of the Song family lived.

It was clear that Song Qiyuan should be talking to director Liao in another small mansion at this moment, but Song Yuzhang asked him to drive the car here. Liu Chuanzong didn't care about this, and just went about his own business.

Song Yuzhang got out of the car alone and called the door, and rang the doorbell outside. After a while, a servant came out to answer the door. The servant hurriedly said, "Fifth Master, you are here."

"Why are you running in such a hurry, is someone chasing you?" Song Yuzhang smiled.

Just as he was talking, Song Yuzhang heard something smashing inside, and he said clearly, "Second brother?"

The servant nodded with a grimace.

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, where is the third brother?"

The servant said: "The third master will not be here all afternoon, you should go to the theater to look for it."

Song Yuzhang nodded, turned around and got into the car again, "Go to Xiaobailou."

Of course, there was no one to be found in Xiaobailou, so Song Yuzhang found the small mansion where Song Qiyuan lived alone, and "accidentally" ran into Liao Tiandong in the small mansion.

Liao Tiandong was very eager today, and brought many objects from his collection to discuss and play with Song Qiyuan. Although he felt disappointed by Song Yuzhang, an unexpected guest, he had nothing to say. His younger brother came to talk to his elder brother, so he couldn't stop him, right? .

"Talk with the two first, and I will take my leave."

Liao Tiandong cupped his hands slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Director Liao," Song Yuzhang took a step forward, looked at the sword in Liao Tiandong's arms, and grinned, "This sword looks familiar."

Liao Tiandong glanced down at the sword in his arms, and looked at Song Yuzhang suspiciously.

Song Qiyuan on the side immediately said: "Brother Tiandong, you don't know. Although my fifth younger brother came back from England, he is also a fan of theater. He used to be the one who praised Xiao Yuxian the most."

Liao Tiandong had also vaguely heard a story about Song Yuzhang and Xiao Yuxian, but he was very disapproving of this practice of holding opera actors on the bed.

This is not love drama, isn't this prostitution?

Liao Tiandong didn't show anything, he held the sword in his hand and remained motionless, "Is that so? It must be very regrettable for Xiao Yuxian to return home."

"Director Liao was joking. In fact, Xiao Yuxian and I are not..." Song Yuzhang smiled lightly, "It was just that I got rid of him that day, but I don't care if I can sacrifice my life. Blessing him with his fame to concentrate on singing is my wish."

Liao Tiandong suddenly realized after hearing Song Yuzhang's words, "So that's how it is."

Song Yuzhang smiled without saying a word.

Liao Tiandong believed what Song Yuzhang said without much thought. With Song Yuzhang's status, talent and appearance, he really didn't need whoring, so many men and women jumped on him.

Then, they are all fans.

Liao Tiandong said: "Although Xiaoyuxian has gone back to his hometown, the new Xiaofengxian from Xiaobailou is really good. Why didn't President Song come to cheer?"

"Today is different from the past, I am really too busy," Song Yuzhang put his shoulders on Song Qiyuan, "I have my third brother to help me enjoy it."

"go--"

Song Qiyuan pushed his arm.

Song Yuzhang smiled and said: "Director Liao, this sword looks unusual. Since it is destined today, why don't those who don't see it have a share and let me appreciate it?"

Liao Tiandong was in an important position, so he couldn't help being suspicious. Regarding Song Yuzhang's sudden appearance, he felt a little strange in his heart. He suspected that it was related to the 200 million US dollars, but he couldn't produce any actual evidence. He also suspected Song Yuzhang. It is equivalent to suspecting Song Qiyuan.

The two brothers had bad intentions and approached him in unison, what did they want?

Liao Tiandong was dubious in his heart, but his face remained unchanged, and he handed out the sword in his arms generously, "This is an object from the Dongcheng opera troupe. The singers are not some characters, but the sword is a good one. thing."

"Is it?"

Song Yuzhang took the sword, it was very heavy, the scabbard was hard, and the tassel of the red tassel was fluttering.

Song Yuzhang said: "Can you draw your sword and have a look?"

"Naturally." Liao Tiandong pushed his hand forward and made a gesture of invitation.

Song Yuzhang took two steps back.

Song Qiyuan's house was smaller than the one where the three brothers lived together. There was not much furniture. There were only sofas and coffee tables in the living room. The crystal chandelier illuminated the dark red floor with agate-like luster. Song Yuzhang stood Draw your sword slowly under the chandelier,

The sword was indeed a sword, only pulled out a little, and the edge was exposed, the snow-like light shone back and forth under the reflection of the light, almost dazzling.

Song Qiyuan couldn't help but admire: "Good sword!"

Liao Tiandong smiled slightly with his hands behind his back, "This sword is a real one, very heavy. It's a pity that the sword is covered in dust in that third-rate theater troupe."

With a sound of "clang", Song Yuzhang has pulled out the whole sword, and held a sword flower in his hand. The sword flower was not fast, and when the wrist was turned, the sword shone brightly, slowly, just look at Song Yuzhang's The movements are obviously a little rusty.

Liao Tiandong said "Yo", "President Song, fans."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "I've played a little bit."

"Not bad, not bad," Liao Tiandong cheered, "There are two tricks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuzhang pulled another sword flower, this time the sword flower was faster than last time, before Liao Tiandong praised it, Song Yuzhang pressed down on his wrist, and a dazzling sword flower came with a whimper. The whistling sound of the wind flashed in front of Liao Tiandong, and Song Yuzhang pressed the back of his sword behind him while smiling.

"Director Liao, this sword is very good," Song Yuzhang slowly raised the sword from behind, the horizontal sword was in front of his eyes, his every move was normal, but Liao Tiandong had poisonous eyes, he could tell at a glance that Song Yuzhang was The real Tong Zigong, with the snow-white sword lying across his eyes, it is hard to tell whether the sword is sharper, but his eyes are sharper. "It's a pity that it is in the hands of someone who doesn't know how to use it."

Song Yuzhang was dressed in a light gray suit, but the simple and simple sword in his hand matched him unexpectedly.

He said, "Director Liao, let's talk."

"Out."

The person hiding in the dark at the door fixed his eyes on the three people at the door, and faithfully recorded the conversation of the three people.

"He first went to the small mansion on Beiyuan Road, then went to Xiaobailou, and finally went to the small mansion on Huidang Road. He went in for half an hour. When he came out, the three of them came out together. Director Liao went first, and the rest The two chatted at the door for a while, and it seemed that they broke up, and then he went back."

"gone back?

"Yes."

"Didn't he go to Nie's house?"

"No."

Meng Tingjing looked thoughtfully at some stars in the night sky, "Understood, go down and keep staring."

"Yes."

Sitting in the rocking chair for a while, Meng Tingjing stood up, went back to the house, picked up the phone, thought for a while and put the phone down.

"Ting Jing."

Meng Sushan came out and saw Meng Tingjing going out, so she stopped him, "It's so late, where are you going?"

"There is something in the factory."

"It's so late, do you have to deal with it now?"

Meng Sushan gathered her shawl and said worriedly: "Be careful, didn't you feel dizzy and uncomfortable during the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago?"

"It's okay," Meng Tingjing smiled at her, "It's just that I'm a little tired during this time, and I'll be free soon."

"That's good……"

Meng Tingjing left in a hurry, but Meng Sushan's face was still worried. She always felt that something was wrong with Meng Tingjing, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. It's all the same, she always has more important people and things to care about, if someone can accompany her brother, maybe she can really feel at ease.

Meng Tingjing went to Liao Tiandong's home in person.

Liao Tiandong received him very warmly, but Meng Tingjing didn't say anything about his meeting with the Song family brothers - he sent someone to follow Song Yuzhang, and it would be bad if Liao Tiandong misunderstood him, so he only asked Liao Tiandong in a circumstantial way tomorrow. Withdrawals.

Liao Tiandong waved his hand carelessly, "Take it, Boss Meng, if you want me to take it, there must be your reason."

Meng Tingjing smiled slightly, put down the teacup, and said lightly: "Actually, it's difficult for me. It is reasonable to say that the Song family and my Meng family are related by marriage, but the relationship between me and you, Director Liao, is really better than marriage, so I also have to weigh the pros and cons, Director Liao, to tell you the truth, the Song Bank is in a big deficit right now, if you don't get the 200 million tomorrow, I'm afraid you will never get it back."