Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

Even though Song Zhiyuan and Yu Hua had passed away for so many years, Zhao Yungang always remembered them so clearly when he recalled them.

"Brother Zhao is here." Yu Hua, who was in his early twenties, was standing in the courtyard with Song Chen in his arms, laughing at Yan Yan.

Zhao Yungang nodded and asked, "Is Zhiyuan at home?"

"It's in his workshop, you go in." Yu Hua said to Song Chen in his arms, "You're so big, mom can't hold you anymore, why don't you come down and walk by yourself?"

The little Song Chen hugged her tightly and did not let go.Zhao Yun just walked over and said with a smile, "Give it to me."

"Let your godfather hug you?" Yu Hua asked Song Chen with a smile.

Little Song Chen stretched out his hand and said, "Yes!"

Zhao Yungang smiled and hugged him into his arms: "Oh, are you getting fat again?"

"It's more than 40 catties now." Yu Hua said with a smile, "You're a half-grown boy, and you always want to be hugged if you act like a baby."

"At this time, it's time to hug more. If you get older, you won't let anyone hug you, right, Xiao Chenchen?"

Just as Zhao Yun carried Song Chen into the door with a smile, Song Zhiyuan poked his head out from under the car and said with a smile, "Brother is here."

"Why did you do this again?" Zhao Yun just put Song Chen down, Song Chen wanted to crawl under the car, Song Zhiyuan pointed at him with a wrench; "Dirty, don't crawl over."

Just as Zhao Yun fished Song Chen over, he smiled and said, "Come out, I'll talk to you about something."

Song Zhiyuan stepped back from under the car and took off his oily gloves.Yu Hua came over with clean water, soap and towels, Song Zhiyuan was obviously used to it, looked at her and smiled.

Yu Hua said, "It's also on my face."

Song Zhiyuan just wiped his face, revealing his fair face, handsome and peaceful, making people feel like a spring breeze: "Take the child away, I'll talk to elder brother about something." He said to Yu Hua.

As soon as he and Zhao Yun sat down under the gazebo outside, an aunt came over with tea after a while.Song Zhiyuan said: "Try this rose tea, it's all made by Yu Hua himself."

"I can't feel the taste of whatever I eat or drink now." Zhao Yungang said, "You have to help me this time."

"How much more do you need?" Song Zhiyuan asked directly.

Zhao Yungang stretched out his hand and stretched out a finger.

Song Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and said, "I may not have so many here, can you borrow from other places? What about the bank?"

"You also know that I lost such a large sum of money a year ago, and it was all supported by borrowing. Now the borrowed money has been spent, and I can't borrow much more. My friends in the bank said that the risk is too high now. , It’s good if they don’t collect money. But Zhiyuan, you believe me, when I get through this autumn, I will definitely earn back everything, otherwise my building will be unfinished, and I won’t be able to pay even if I go bankrupt.”

"Brother's vision, I believe," Song Zhiyuan said, "Well, I'll do the sum with the company's financial department in the afternoon to see how much I can get you."

"When the time comes, I'll give you back the principal with interest!" Zhao Yungang said firmly.

Song Zhiyuan just laughed, and said, "Don't be too happy, I really may not be able to afford so much, the main reason is that our company has now reached the time to spend money."

"Don't be too embarrassed," Zhao Yungang said, "Borrow as much as you can."

"I'm not in a hurry to use it here, let me take a look first. You have a taste of this tea."

Zhao Yun just took a sip, and the faint fragrance of flowers filled his lips and teeth. He slumped on the chair and let out a sigh of relief.

Song Zhiyuan just smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I am really thankful to have you." Zhao Yungang said: "The greatest luck in my life is to have you as a brother."

Song Zhiyuan joked: "If you are rich, don't forget each other."

Zhao Yungang's eyes were bloodshot, and he must have been suffering for a long time. He looked at Song Zhiyuan, and said seriously: "Zhiyuan, thank you."

"I know that if you have a way, you won't open your mouth to me. In fact, I have heard about your situation these days. I have already prepared part of the money, but I didn't expect you to need so much. I have to pay more. Make up."

The net worth and the company's market value are one thing, but the available liquidity is another. He can't afford so much money at once.

Little Song Chen suddenly ran over again, and Yu Hua called him from behind: "I can't see you for a while, so I ran over!"

Song Chen ran over with a toy plane: "Godfather, look at my plane!"

Just as Zhao Yun put down the cup in his hand, he said with a smile, "Your father builds cars, and our little Chen builds airplanes when he grows up. One of you two flies in the sky, and the other runs on the ground. A tiger father has no dogs." He turned to Song Zhiyuan said.

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Don't tell me, this kid is better than me, he's a bit like you, he has a very tough temper."

"I just like Xiao Chen, unlike our boss, who can't beat a fart with eight sticks."

As soon as Zhao Yun said that, he lifted Song Chen up. Song Chen held up the plane in his hand, and asked Zhao Yun to take him to fly. The child's laughter was clear and loud. Yu Hua leaned against Song Zhiyuan with a smile, and Song Zhiyuan naturally Holding her hand, Yu Hua took a look at him, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the dirty oil on his face.

"Your sister-in-law said that the weather will be fine tomorrow, and she wants our two families to have a picnic. Let me ask you what you mean." Zhao Yungang hugged Song Chen and said.

"Okay, I haven't seen them for a long time." Song Zhiyuan said with a smile.

Before going to the picnic the next day, Song Zhiyuan transferred a sum of money to him.

Half a month later, I transferred another sum to him.

Sitting in his office, Wang Jianming said with a smile: "Well, I have a good idea. If you want to borrow money, you still have to find Song Zhiyuan. He is rich and generous. Let me tell you, self-made people like us, If you have suffered from no money, you will be very cautious when it comes to borrowing money, but Song Zhiyuan, who has never known the sufferings of the world since he was a child, is very generous."

"I really didn't expect him to raise so much money." Zhao Yungang said, "But I guess he's already done enough. His car has also been put into production, and he will definitely need a large amount of capital turnover."

For large companies like them, the shortage of working capital is fatal if they encounter sudden problems.Song Zhiyuan was willing to take such a big risk to help him, he was very moved.

Fortunately, Song Zhiyuan doesn't need much money at the moment, and the company's operation is also stable. When the funds from his newly built real estate after autumn come back, he will definitely return it with interest.

No one thought it would turn out like that.

Zhao Yungang frowned tightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

It's all that person.

It's all that person.

He immediately sat up from the chair, and when he left the restaurant, the driver hurried out to help him open the car door.He sat in and said, "Go to Maojin Washington."

The driver froze for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Yes."

The car was heading all the way to Maojin Huafu, Zhao Yungang was sitting in the back, his fingers were shaking.

Maojin Huafu has declined over the years, but more than ten years ago, it was the district with the most wealthy people in City A, and the Zhao family also lived there before moving to Zhao's Manor.But later City A focused on the development of free trade zones, wealth moved eastward, and the area where Maojin Huafu was located became more and more deserted. After a waste incineration plant was built not far away, the rich people basically moved out.

Once the villa area like Maojin Huafu is deserted, the life expectancy is not as good as that of ordinary communities. Because of the lack of management, the community is overgrown with weeds. After driving in, it looks bleak and sparsely populated.

Such a place is very suitable for Tibetans.

Just as Zhao Yun got out of the car, he said to the driver, "Stay outside."

The driver nodded and stood at the door. Zhao Yun just went to knock on the door, and after a while, a woman with gray hair came to open the door. When she saw him, she immediately showed a frightened expression: "Mr. Zhao, I beg you, Mr. Zhao, don't..."

As soon as Zhao Yun pushed her away, he went in directly. He walked quickly and in a hurry. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and saw a person covering his head with a quilt, trying to hide in the corner of the bed.

"It's been almost ten years, Mr. Zhao..." The woman ran in with red eyes, trying to grab Zhao Yungang's hand, "Enough, enough, don't..."

Zhao Yungang pushed the man out before finishing his sentence, and then closed the door with a "bang".

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Song Chen lay on the table for a while, he couldn't bear his curiosity, so he came downstairs and asked Wang Ma, "Where are all my old things?"

Wang Ma was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "The one from before?"

"Only the toys and books I have grown up since I was a child." Everyone probably has things that they don't want to throw away when they grow up, to remember the past years, and "Song Chen" should have them too.

"It turned out that when you moved here from Maojin, all the things your brothers used in the past were packed and sealed, and now they are all in the attic." Wang Ma said, "Why did you suddenly think of them? What are you looking for? What are you looking for, let me help you find it."

"No need," Song Chen immediately went upstairs: "I'll look for it myself."

Song Chen's heart beat a little fast, and he didn't know why, he suddenly wanted to know more about the original Song Chen.

The Zhao family's house has three floors in total, but on the southeast corner of the third floor, there is an attic. Song Chen has been here before, but he has never entered it.

The attic was already a bit low for an adult like him. He opened the door and went in, only to see dust flying in the sunlight passing through the window.

It had been a long time since no one had entered, the wooden floor was covered with a layer of dust, and it creaked when walking past, leaving faint footprints.

The attic is low, but it has a large area. Boxes and boxes of things are placed there, as well as old furniture, old pianos and other things, and some are covered with cloth, and a layer of dust has fallen on them.

He opened the box closest to him first, and found that there were some old tapes, worn-out record players, etc. in it. After digging through it, he found that "Zhao Qi" was written in black pen on the other side of the box. two words.

It turned out that they were stored in different categories, whose name was written on the boxes whose things belonged to them.This makes it easier to find.

He turned over one box after another, and the dust fell all over him, so he simply sat down on his knees, coughing and continued to search inside.

Most of the sundries here belong to their four children, and Zhao Jindong has the least, only one box.

But Song Chen had the most things, he dug out four big boxes.

There was a layer of sweat all over his body, the air in the attic was dirty, and it seemed that there was dust everywhere, so he took the four big boxes out and transported them to the room on the third floor one by one.

Mrs. Zhao probably heard the commotion, she came out of the room, stood on the stairs and looked at him: "Xiaochen, what are you doing?"

"I want to sort out all my past things." Song Chen panted.

"Want to help?"

"No need, I can do it myself." There was a box that was the biggest and couldn't be carried. Song Chen dragged it down. He dragged it into the room, closed the door, and collapsed on the ground exhausted.

After panting for a while, he got up and started to unpack the box.

There was a box full of all kinds of toy cars. It was so full that it was very heavy. There was nothing but car models.

There is also a box of plush toys such as bears and puppies, with a layer of love letters underneath.

They were love letters that Song Chen had received in the past, many of which had not been opened.

At the bottom of the love letter, he found two diaries.

This is what he was looking for.I was looking for it with the attitude of giving it a try, but I didn't expect him to find it.

Song Chen's heart was beating so fast, he flicked the cover of the diary, and opened one of the diaries, as if he had opened Song Chen's heart, what came to his face was the smell of dust.