Song Yuzhang

The servants prepared the meals in an orderly manner, and there was a busy movement in the kitchen. As soon as the drawer was opened, the freshly steamed crab meat dumplings exuded a fragrant smell.

"Hurry up, bring it to the table, it will smell fishy when it's cold."

The servant brought the small cage to the table, with soy milk and plums.

"I'm so tired of eating this morning." Song Mingzhao came down, smelling the aroma but didn't like it.

The servant said: "There are also porridge and fried dough sticks."

Song Mingzhao said: "Do you have dried radishes? Xiaoyu likes to eat them in the morning."

"I finished eating the dried radishes yesterday, and I have some pickled cucumbers."

"Then pickle cucumbers."

When breakfast was ready, Song Yuzhang happened to go downstairs, and Song Mingzhao pulled a stool for him himself, "Come and eat."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Fourth brother, you have become more and more virtuous recently."

"You're the only one who is talkative," Song Mingzhao sat down with a blushing face, "you still lose your nerve in front of the servants."

Song Yuzhang sat down and said: "What's the matter, can't I praise you?"

As he spoke, he smiled at the servants beside him, and the servants also smiled at each other. The two brothers are so close that everyone is no longer surprised.

Song Mingzhao was both happy and worried. Since that day, he was always separated from Song Yuzhang, and he couldn't be as completely happy as before.

The dark Cadillac was parked on the side of the road, the driver opened the door, straight trouser legs swung out from the car, and a slender and tall figure stretched out from the trouser legs. On Song Yuzhang's body, there is a fresh feeling of Mr. Pianpianjia, with a light blue silk scarf pinned to his chest, and a diamond the size of a fan on his tie clip flashed by. The outstanding young president greets you.

"Hello, President."

"Morning President."

Song Yuzhang smiled and nodded in response, "Morning."

Liu Chuanzong had already arrived, and he was waiting in the living room. Song Yuzhang saw that he didn't seem to have any new injuries on his face, so he smiled and said, "You didn't get beaten this morning, did you?"

Liu Chuanzong nodded.

"Good, great progress."

"A large amount of money is due today, and there is interest on the quarterly balance. I have already prepared the money in advance for my third brother." Song Yuzhang walked upstairs briskly, "If you survive today, you won't be so nervous next month .”

"Yes."

Listening to his answer happily, Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Don't you ask me what method I thought of to get rich?"

"The president's decision, I just need to implement it."

Song Yuzhang put his hands in his pockets, looked back and smiled, "Believe me like that?"

Liu Chuanzong lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

Song Yuzhang smiled and shook his head, "Stupid loyalty is not a good thing, you should question me more, lest I get carried away."

"Yes."

The office door opened, and the sun shone brightly through the window into the room, causing the pigeon blood on the table to flash brightly. Song Yuzhang sat down on his seat and said, "Let's open the market."

In the willow house, the boy was lying on the window looking out bored. He felt that it was boring. He rummaged through the room to find utensils, carefully pried open the locked window, and climbed out of the window. Walked around the yard, then climbed up the wall.

The boy wanted to escape a few days ago, but in fact he didn't want to escape so much these days. Here, there is a place to live, and food and drink. Liu Chuanzong neither beat him nor scolded him. Why did he run away?

The reason why he was still clamoring to run away every day was because the boy wanted to raise his "value", fearing that Liu Chuanzong would change his face towards him if he showed obedience.

People are cheap bones, and they need to be treated with cheap tricks.

Let's just stay like this for now, he wants to see what they plan to do with him, at most they will sell him to be a boy in a big smokehouse, or a little turtle in a brothel, anyway, he will die anyway, I'm afraid What.

The boy rode on the top of the wall, took out half a steamed bun from his chest, lay on the tiles, chewed the steamed bun and looked at the sky leisurely, waiting for someone to come out and gossip.

Liu Chuanzong has always been a loner, living in a secluded place, coupled with his gloomy and numb face, the neighbors all know that he is a strange person, but Liu Chuanzong has been working in the bank dutifully, there is really nothing unusual, Now that there is suddenly a little boy in the family, his neighbors finally have something to talk about.

The boy listened to the gossip on the wall for three days with relish, thinking that these neighbors and aunties are still too kind, and at most they would define him as Liu Chuanzong's illegitimate son.

The boy was chewing on the steamed buns, thinking that when Liu Chuanzong came back tonight, he was going to make two pleasant calls to open the eyes of these neighbors, so that he could spread some exciting gossip, otherwise he would be boring to listen to.

For example, an honest bank clerk in his forties raped an innocent little boy behind his back.

The boy smiled triumphantly at the dirty water that was about to be splashed on Liu Chuanzong's body.

"Have you heard?"

"You heard that too?"

"Could it be true?"

"I do not know!"

"Damn it, I think the gloomy old Liu next door seems to be fine, right?"

Hearing the word "Lao Liu", the boy's ears trembled, and he turned over and lay down on the wall to listen carefully.

"Why would he tell you this kind of thing? For a person like him, he is only a bit decent to work in a bank. How could he tell you that there was an accident in the bank and you ran out of money?"

"I don't know if it's true or not. No, I have to take out the money before I can rest assured. It's a few hundred dollars away. I don't want it. If it's true that I can't get a penny, it's bad luck."

"Yes, hurry up and tell everyone to withdraw money quickly, don't lose your hard-earned money for nothing!"

The voices of small comments reached the boy's ears. He was holding a white steamed bun. The old man only knows how to steam steamed buns, but white flour steamed buns are already very fragrant to him. The more he chewed, the sweeter he was. He won't get tired of eating it all day long, and there is a big pot in the house, so he can eat it all in one day, and when the dead old man comes back at night, he will steam steamed buns for him, boil hot water to wash his hair, face, hands, and feet...

The steamed buns in his mouth hadn’t melted yet, and he held the sweetness in his mouth with relish. When he swallowed, he tasted the sweetness. The boy looked down at the half-eaten steamed buns in his hand, and hesitantly climbed down from the wall. After drinking a ladle of cold well water, he shivered all over, dropped the ladle in his hand, stuffed the steamed buns into his chest, took a few steps back, jumped up the wall with his bare hands after a few squeaks, and then, in the early morning mist, Climbing and jumping, he ran towards the bank all the way.

The situation in the bank was calm. Song Yuzhang had already made preparations. The treasury was shady, so he piled all the money in the front room where the legal currency was stored in advance to ensure that the bank could survive this day smoothly. A large sum of money is missing, but it’s not a problem. Liao Tiandong, Song Yuzhang has already said that he is tempted, as long as he works harder, as for Nie Xueping, although Song Yuzhang doesn’t think the relationship between the two is very important to Nie Xueping, it’s still better than nothing. The portions are strong.

So, everything is fine and is going smoothly in the direction he wants.

Song Yuzhang put down his pen and came to the second floor overlooking the bank.

There are more people in the banking hall than usual, quarterly balances, this is normal.

Suddenly a man rushed in from the bustling crowd, and the man ran so fast that it was like a bullet shot into the crowd.

There was also a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

"Who are you?"

"What are you doing running so fast, rushing to reincarnate!"

The boy stood still in the huge bank lobby, almost dizzy. He raised his face, his eyes turned around in this resplendent world, and finally fell on the familiar figure on the second floor.

Although he only saw this person once, it was enough to remember this person's face.

The boy ran upstairs without any hesitation. The bank's bodyguards had already noticed the abnormality and pointed at him, "Hey, that kid..."

Song Yuzhang also noticed that it was the little boy he entrusted Liu Chuanzong to take care of that caused the commotion. The boy was looking at him, his eyes were dark and bright, vicious, with some kind of animal quality.

"stop!"

The boy ran upstairs with a group of bodyguards. After Song Yuzhang saw it, he waved his hand to signal the bodyguards to go down.

"Go call Lao Liu."

Song Yuzhang said to one of them, his eyes fell on the boy's face, and he smiled lightly: "It's still pleasing to the eye after washing."

The boy clenched his fists and stared at Song Yuzhang intently.

Song Yuzhang didn't panic, he was just a child, afraid of him biting or spitting at him?

Song Yuzhang said with great interest: "I thought Lao Liu had locked you up, have you had breakfast yet?"

The boy said slowly: "You brought me back, do you want me to work hard for you?"

Song Yuzhang turned around, put one hand in his pocket, and said with a smile, "Why, you don't want to?"

Song Yuzhang saw that he was thin and small, and thought that he was actually just a child like Bonian, only because of his different background, so he had a very different fate, so he put away his smile, and only said softly: "I don't want you to work hard, it's just Seeing that you are very smart, I think you are very suitable for working in the bank, are you not happy?"

The boy clenched his fists and trembled, his head and face were bloodshot and he said, "You're done."

"what?"

"You are finished," the boy gritted his teeth. "Someone spread rumors, and a large number of people will come to withdraw money immediately. Once there is a run, the bank will collapse."

Song Yuzhang's complexion changed slightly, and his eyes immediately shot downstairs.

There seemed to be signs of turmoil in the calm crowd, and unusual crowds seemed to be pouring in at the gate of the bank.

Song Yuzhang turned around, held the boy's hand, and said in a low voice as he walked, "How do you know?"

"I heard from outside that you have no money in the bank. Regardless of whether this is true or not, it is impossible to store too much cash in the bank. Once a run occurs, no matter how big the bank is, it will be difficult to cope with it." The boy pulled Holding his hand, he said anxiously and quickly.

Liu Chuanzong had already come over, and when he saw Song Yuzhang holding the boy, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard Song Yuzhang say: "Close the market immediately!"

"what?"

"Closing the market!" Song Yuzhang's face was heavy, "Close all the counters, just say that the bank will take stock of the treasury today, and the market will be closed early, hurry up!"

Without hesitation, Liu Chuanzong immediately turned around and went downstairs, summoned several people, and after giving a brief order, those who had to order immediately went to the counter to forcibly separate the crowd and ordered the counter to be locked and closed.

"What's the matter?"

"Why?"

"Hey, I'm withdrawing money, what are you doing?"

The crowd became agitated, and the bodyguards were at a loss, so they could only forcefully drive the crowd out of the hall as ordered.

"Get out, the bank is closed today!"

"What time is it?"

"Why are you not allowed to withdraw money?"

There were still people outside the bank who wanted to enter, and when they saw this, they immediately shouted: "It's over, the rumors are true, the Song Bank is out of money!"

Amidst the uproar, the bodyguards quickly closed the door, and the rushing crowd bumped into the door in vain, shouting: "Open the door! Open the door!"

The bodyguards were drenched in sweat. Hearing the sound of knocking and shouting outside the door, they also exchanged horrified looks. Looking back, the bank lobby was already in a mess due to the expulsion just now, and the staff also rushed out of the counter. When they walked out, they looked at each other in blank panic.

Upstairs in the office, Song Yuzhang said to Liu Chuanzong: "You stay here and tell everyone in the bank not to go out. They all stay in the bank today!"

"Yes."

"I'm going out through the small door at the back now. Remember, you must appease everyone's emotions. When I come back, do you understand?"

"clear."

Song Yuzhang opened the office door and was about to go out, but it was Song Qiyuan who hurried towards him.

"Third Brother!"

"Five!"

"Something happened to the bank," Song Qiyuan frowned. "There were rumors outside, and I rushed over immediately. Fortunately, I go in and out of the small door behind the bank... What should I do now?"

Song Yuzhang pressed Song Qiyuan's shoulder, his gaze was threatening, "Third brother, you stay with Lao Liu and sit in town, I'll go out and find a way, this is the bank of the Song family, everyone here is from the Song family, you It's the third master of the Song family, you have to make them believe in you and that the bank can survive."

Song Qiyuan came all the way, his heart was beating wildly, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Hurry up and go through the small gate, there is my car, the engine has not been turned off, and the key is left inside."

Song Yuzhang withdrew his hand and immediately rushed to the small gate of the bank.

It seems that Meng Tingjing really can't wait for a day. The moon cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and his contact with Liao Tiandong have already severely stimulated Meng Tingjing's nerves, making him distracted from dealing with his father when he was seriously ill.

Well, since that's the case, it's just what he wants!

Song Yuzhang drove Song Qiyuan's car and rushed to Nie's house like lightning. Fortunately, Nie Xueping was in Nie's house today.

Nie Mao naturally gave this Fifth Master Song preferential treatment in every possible way. Hearing that he wanted to find Nie Xueping, he immediately led Song Yuzhang into the guest room to wait.

Song Yuzhang sat down in the guest room. After a while of coffee, Nie Xueping also arrived.

Perhaps when he was at home, Nie Xueping rarely wore a dark robe. He was already calm, but the dark robe made him look a little unfathomably solemn. When he saw Song Yuzhang, he first smiled gently, "Xiao Song gentlemen."

"Mr. Nie," Song Yuzhang didn't have time to be courteous to Nie Xueping, and they don't need politeness now, so he stood up and said directly, "I want to invite the Nie family to unite with the Song family."

Nie Xueping stretched out her hand, motioning for him to sit down first.

After Song Yuzhang sat down, he also sat down on the opposite side. Under Song Yuzhang's gaze, he was a little helpless, and then smiled kindly, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, before you came , I have met Meng Tingjing first, and I have agreed to unite with the Meng family."