Song Yuzhang

After nightfall, the gold was transported away again, and Shen Chengduo watched from the side salivating, "Does Nie's family have so much gold?"

Song Yuzhang said: "What is this little gold, it's just a little bit that leaked from Mr. Nie's fingers."

Shen Chengduo had always relied on his wealth, but now he was too astonished and humble to speak.

He didn't doubt Song Yuzhang's words, because he felt that Nie Xueping had friendship with Song Yuzhang as Nie Xueping, so he would not rest assured to lend all the gold in stock to Song Yuzhang's town.

So, the Nie family is really hiding something!

"Brother Shen, I also want to thank you today for bringing so many people to help."

"It should be, we are on the same boat."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Song Yuzhang sent Shen Chengduo away.

Anyway, Shen Chengduo has witnessed the situation where the Nie family's car transported gold in a mighty way. For him, as long as he is sure that the Nie and Song families are an alliance, he will be satisfied. As for other things, such as the Song family bank. Whether there is a deficit or not, these are not important.

Song Qiyuan also didn't close his eyes almost all day and night, but he was in good spirits, "I didn't feel anything when I stayed up all night in the troupe before, but this time I stayed up all night and became so tired, really."

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, couldn't laugh enough, went to hug him again, "Third brother, you really worked hard yesterday."

Song Qiyuan's bones were weak, his mind was exhausted all night, and his whole body's strength dissipated like silk. He put his arms around Song Yuzhang's shoulders and said, "I'm sorry."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "I'm sorry for what?"

Song Qiyuan didn't speak, but squeezed Song Yuzhang's shoulders, and the two separated, Song Qiyuan said: "Our Song family owes you, and the bank belongs to you. In the future, I will be like a cow and a horse, and repay your kindness for turning the tide today. "

Song Yuzhang said: "Third brother, you should know that I am not..."

Song Qiyuan waved his hand, "The virtuous live in it. I don't want to do it here. Since you have picked this burden, go ahead, Song's Bank. No one stipulates which 'Song' this 'Song' is." What did he think of? , and asked again: "Is your surname Song?"

Song Yuzhang chuckled, "My surname is not Song, do you want to give me a new bank signboard?"

Song Qiyuan said seriously: "The signboard can be given as a gift, but in order to avoid turmoil, you can hang it in your own room and have a hard time."

Song Yuzhang sat down on the sofa and patted the position beside him.

Song Qiyuan passed by, Song Yuzhang lit a cigarette for himself first, and then gave Song Qiyuan another cigarette, the two sat together and smoked, Song Yuzhang said: "I am really Song Yuzhang."

Song Qiyuan thought for a while, then pondered: "Then it's a mistake."

Song Yuzhang did not deny it.

Song Qiyuan took a puff of smoke and said with a solemn expression: "That's okay, the merits and virtues are complete."

"If it wasn't for you," Song Qiyuan shook his head, "I really don't know how to end it, but how did you persuade the Nie family to help? Also, who spread the news about the shortfall? Could it be that you deliberately directed it yourself?" Self-acting?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand to pinch Song Qiyuan's face, and was slapped by Song Qiyuan, "Do you really think I'm a god who turns my hands into clouds and rains my hands? And even direct and act on my own, third brother, I'm in your heart Is it that powerful?"

Song Qiyuan glanced at him and smoked silently, feeling an unprecedented tranquility in his heart.

After so many years of escaping, being a rich and idle person with all my heart, I have never lived a real peaceful life. I am always unhappy, always floating around, not knowing what I am going to do, what to do, and living in a daze. Wasted the good time, but thought he was free and unrestrained.

Song Qiyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking from the bottom of his heart that his former self was really naive.

It was true that he had been guarding the bank all night yesterday, and when the fear and insecurity of the employees were pressing on him, Song Qiyuan felt that he, who had been drifting all the time, finally had a sense of down-to-earth.

There is always something to carry on one's shoulders.

Song Qiyuan pinched the cigarette, and then pinched Song Yuzhang's shoulder, "I'll go back and see my second brother, who was also in a hurry yesterday."

"Oh?" Song Yuzhang said while smoking, "I thought the second brother was busy hanging himself."

Song Qiyuan squeezed his shoulder hard, "Is it funny? The second brother was really moved this time."

"No way?"

"Why not? He said that if Nie Qingyun doesn't want him, he will become a monk even if he doesn't die."

Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but think of Meng Tingjing again. After a light smile, he said: "Then let him become a monk, the name is love."

Listening to his teasing tone, Song Qiyuan also knew that he was not a real brother after all. No wonder he had no love for Song Yekang. Even though he had an inseparable blood relationship with those two elder brothers, sometimes he was so annoyed that he wanted to slap those two elder brothers a few times. .

All the people in the bank left, and only Liu Chuanzong and the little boy were left behind. Last night, the employees were also shocked. Song Yuzhang was never stingy in the first place. Now that he has sufficient funds, he naturally asked Liu Chuanzong to send more money to those people. , can be regarded as consolation compensation.

"Boss, it's all done."

"Ah."

Song Yuzhang raised his face, looked at the boy beside Liu Chuanzong, and waved to him, "Come here."

Although the boy's face was still rebellious, his attitude became obedient, and he came to Song Yuzhang arrogantly when he was summoned.

Song Yuzhang said: "You know everything about the bank very well."

The boy snorted, looking very proud.

"Who taught you this?"

"I learned it myself."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "What's your name?"

The boy whimpered for a while, his face slowly turned red, and he squeezed out two words, "Damn."

Song Yuzhang was dumb, he suppressed a smile and said, "That's right, it sounds very round."

Maodan was about to grow furious from embarrassment, so he heard Song Yuzhang say, "Are you willing to follow Lao Liu?"

"He is very smart, and you are also very smart. He can teach you a lot, so that you can learn the skills to live and work in this world."

Mao Dan remained silent, stepping on his toes, and the cloth shoes on his feet were bought by Liu Chuanzong, "Whatever you want."

Song Yuzhang smiled at Liu Chuanzong, "Old Liu, I have to work hard for you."

Liu Chuanzong nodded solemnly, put his hand on Mao Dan's shoulder, "Yes."

After everyone dispersed, Song Yuzhang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on the sofa alone for a while before lazily going downstairs to get in the car.

The driver of the Song family was waiting dutifully. After Song Yuzhang got into the car, the driver said, "The fourth young master has been here."

Song Yuzhang suddenly asked: "What about others?"

"Going back again."

Song Yuzhang hurriedly asked the driver to go back to Song's house. He was so busy that he was all focused on the bank, and never thought that there was Song Mingzhao at home.

Back at the Song residence, Song Yuzhang first asked the servant about the situation. The servant said that someone came to surround the Song residence yesterday afternoon. The fourth young master came back and had a conflict with them. Later, when the people patrolling the house came, the fourth young master had to get away and go later. I left the bank and came back this morning, and now I am upstairs.

Song Yuzhang went upstairs and returned to his room. There was no one in the room. He knew what he was thinking and turned to Song Mingzhao's room. Instead of pushing the door and entering, he knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, there was no answer, so he opened the door by himself. Song Mingzhao didn't hide like a child, but just sat on the bed with his back to Song Yuzhang.

With his hands behind his back, Song Yuzhang walked over lightly, and stretched out his hand to cover Song Mingzhao's eyes, "Guess who's back?"

Song Mingzhao was indifferent and said nothing, Song Yuzhang felt strange, let go of his hands and turned his face to look, but saw that Song Mingzhao's eyes were swollen like walnuts, obviously he had cried a lot, and his expression was also dull.

Song Yuzhang guessed that he should be frightened.

"Fourth brother, it's okay."

Song Yuzhang sat down on the bed, and took Song Mingzhao's hand. Song Mingzhao's hand was cold. Song Yuzhang rubbed it twice, and gave him another breath. Song Mingzhao looked over bewilderedly, "Xiaoyu."

"Fourth Brother," Song Yuzhang grabbed his hand, "It's all right, are you scared?"

Song Mingzhao was a little frightened. His life was too simple. There were only two places to go, school and family. Yesterday, rumors spread in the school. He was anxious and angry, wishing to know who was talking nonsense. The bank took a look only to find that the bank was closed.

Only then did Song Mingzhao really feel scared, and when he returned to the Song residence, the Song residence was also full of people, almost causing his hair to be pulled and beaten, and in a panic, he ran to the small building where Song Qiyuan lived.

Song Qiyuan was not there, Song Yekang laughed at him, and said in a pitiful and contemptuous tone: "Fool."

Song Mingzhao was exasperated, "Second brother, make your words clear!"

Song Yekang stopped talking, and said to himself: "I am also a fool, hahaha, the whole family is a fool!"

Song Mingzhao was a bit "stupid", but he wasn't hopelessly stupid. He vaguely felt something, but he strongly denied it in his heart: he couldn't just hide it from him, right?Brother and the others are hiding it from him, but Xiaoyu will never hide it from him!

Song Mingzhao went to the bank, hid in the crowd and saw Song Yuzhang's demeanor falling from the sky, he was naturally very charming and fascinating, and then he saw Song Qiyuan also came out, the two of them talked and laughed quite familiarly, Song Mingzhao went back.

The palms of his hands were rubbed so hot that Song Mingzhao's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his heart was indeed extremely chaotic.

"He didn't want to worry me, so he didn't tell me anything. It was for my own good."

"What's the use of telling me? I can't help, maybe it will make more trouble."

"Third brother is smarter and more capable than me. He can help Xiaoyu, but I can't. I can't blame others, but I can only blame myself for not being capable."

I can only blame myself for being incapable.

Song Mingzhao grabbed Song Yuzhang's hand, forced a smile, and he didn't want to ask anymore, "Are you tired, it's so late..."

Song Mingzhao's words stopped abruptly - he saw the wound on Song Yuzhang's mouth.

"...Have you eaten?" Song Mingzhao finished speaking weakly.

"No, what about you? Haven't you eaten all the time?" Song Yuzhang stood up and hugged Song Mingzhao's upper body in his arms, "My dear fourth brother, I know you are worried about me. It's all over now. Come on." , let's go down to eat together."

Song Mingzhao let Song Yuzhang pull him down to eat, his heart was completely peaceful.

He is not qualified to "manage" Song Yuzhang. He is Song Yuzhang's elder brother, one-fourth. Song Yuzhang can hide anything from him if he wants. It has nothing to do with where Song Yuzhang goes every day, what to do, and whoever he meets , He is his elder brother, brother and friend, and it is enough to be able to hold hands and eat.

Song Mingzhao quietly digested all the temper in his stomach, and when the two of them really sat down to eat, he was too full to eat anything.