A huge motorcade stopped at Line 4 of Nandu Industrial Park.
Song Xinghe stepped out of one of the official cars.
"From here to there is the entire industrial park on Line 4! It accounts for 15% of Nandu's cargo throughput... These were once the Wu family's industries." Song Xinghe said to Song Ziyu.
"The Wu family is really a big family and a big business." Song Ziyu couldn't help but marvel.
"It's all over. The Wu family is now defeated. It would be good to keep the one-third acre of land in my hometown. Now this land is the property of my Song Group." Song Xinghe said lightly.
Hearing this, Song Ziyu felt a chill for no reason.
"Is the Wu family finished like this?" Song Ziyu still didn't believe it.
Song Xinghe smiled lightly and said: "It took less than a week for the century-old family to go from its peak in the Spring and Autumn Period to bankruptcy and liquidation. It is indeed a bit faster."
"Uncle, how did you do it?" Song Ziyu couldn't help but ask.
Song Xinghe said: "With the strength of my Song family, it is still difficult to defeat the Wu family, but if I can't hold back the Wu family, I will expose my own flaws. I will only add fuel to the flames by dying."
The more Song Xinghe spoke lightly, the more mysterious Song Ziyu felt in his heart.
Although the confrontation between wealthy families is not a real war with real swords and guns, it is bloody in a different way.
"There are a total of fifteen factories and three large logistics warehouses in this area. You choose one." Song Xinghe said.
"choose one?"
Song Ziyu was stunned, not quite understanding what Song Xinghe's words meant.
"Uncle doesn't have much as a greeting gift. I'll just give you a business and let you try to run it. This can be regarded as my cultivation for you." Song Xinghe said lightly.
Just give a company as a meet-and-greet gift?
This is too arrogant!
Are all wealthy families like this?
Song Ziyu was shocked when he heard this.
but!
After being shocked, Song Ziyu decisively chose to refuse.
The experience in the wasteland world has made Song Ziyu quite determined, and these wealth chips are not enough to make him tempted.
"Thank you uncle for your kindness. I'm still studying... we'll talk about it later." Song Ziyu declined politely.
This meeting gift is too expensive and I can't afford it.
Hearing his answer, Song Xinghe was slightly surprised, probably because he didn't expect Song Ziyu to reject it so simply.
So Song Xinghe smiled and said, "Then we'll wait until you graduate."
When it comes to graduation, Song Ziyu's face becomes a little confused.
Even though I was fired, I still have a bachelor's degree.
Song Xinghe seemed to see through Song Ziyu's look and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your student status has been taken care of. You can just go back to school next Monday."
"Is this true?" Song Ziyu was surprised.
"Of course it's true." Song Xinghe said.
"Uncle, how did you do it?" Song Ziyu didn't believe his ears.
"Money can make all the difference. There is nothing that money can't settle." Song Xinghe said calmly.
Just yesterday, Song Xinghe promised to donate a new administrative office building to the Nandu Ministry of Education.
Then the supervisory authorities immediately let go.
That's how realistic things are.
"Thank you, uncle." Song Ziyu finally felt relieved.
Song Xinghe patted Song Ziyu on the shoulder and said, "If you have anything to do in the future, just say it. The Song family will always be your strong backing."
Song Ziyu nodded vigorously.
…
After ending this meaningful conversation, Song Xinghe ordered his secretary to drive Song Ziyu home, while he took another car to the company.
As a big man who controls an empire worth hundreds of billions, every second is precious.
If it were not an exception, Song Xinghe would not talk nonsense.
Song Xinghe's phone rang in the car, it was Pang Cananan.
"Did he accept it?" Pang Cananan asked.
"No." Song Xinghe replied.
"Is it because the gift was too little?" Pang Cananan sighed.
"I don't know." Song Xinghe replied expressionlessly.
"When will you give the inheritance that the old man gave to Zi Qian to Ziyu?" Pang Jianan asked again.
"Why should he? Even if I give it to him, can he take it?" Song Xinghe said: "Jianan, I know you had feelings for Ziqian back then, but you are Tingting's mother and my wife, I hope you Think about things from your own perspective."
As he spoke, one could feel that Song Xinghe was a little dissatisfied.
"Song Xinghe, you can't hide this matter." Pang Jianan said.
"Let's wait until he graduates..." Song Xinghe touched his head and said, "Now is not the time to give these things to him. He can't handle them even if he holds them. Why don't you let me take care of them first."
"But you should tell him!"
Pang Jianan said.
"I don't need your help in doing things." Song Xinghe was hit hard: "I helped him solve such a big trouble this time and fulfilled my responsibility as an uncle! I don't need you to teach me how to do things! He is used to living a hard life. A child who can hold such a huge fortune...I hope Song Ziyu can live well, but I don’t want him to live better than me!"
Hearing this, Pang Cananan finally understood and simply hung up the phone.
…
Song Ziyu came to the Nandu General Hospital of the Army Hospital.
He contacted Ye Qianqian himself.
It was unfortunate news that Mr. Ye had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Out of Mr. Ye's care for him, he should come and visit.
When he arrived outside the hospital, he was stopped outside the special care unit building as expected.
The place is loaded with live ammunition, and each of the capable and powerful soldiers controls the surrounding security.
He was warned when he took half a step forward. If he continued to move, the gun in the soldier's hand was no joke.
Song Ziyu waited and waited, and finally saw Ye Qianqian who looked exhausted.
"Why are you here?" Ye Qianqian was surprised by his appearance.
Song Ziyu briefly talked about his experience, but concealed the relationship between the Su family and himself. He only said that a classmate from the college took action and rescued him.
"Extreme Spiritual Chaos Jue"
"How is Mr. Ye?" Song Ziyu asked.
Ye Qianqian shook his head and said: "It's not good. The amount of intracerebral hemorrhage in grandpa exceeded ten milliliters. Coupled with his advanced age, the doctor is not sure that grandpa can fully recover and become a normal person... There is a high possibility that he will suffer from hemiplegia or even paralysis." symptom."
"So serious!" Song Ziyu sighed and said, "Can I see Mr. Ye?"
"I need to ask for permission. I can't make the decision on this matter."
Ye Qianqian wonders.
Ye Qianqian then turned around and entered the hospital. Not long after, several arrogant men and women followed Ye Qianqian and appeared outside the hospital.
"Qianqian, what did you do? Didn't I tell you not to bring irrelevant people?"
A sarcastic woman said to Ye Qianqian in a slap in the face.
The others were even expressionless, not even looking at Song Ziyu.
"Aunt, he is grandpa's friend..."
Ye Qianqian still wanted to explain a few words, but the woman in school officer uniform sneered: "What kind of identity and status does the old man have to have such a friend? Qianqian, you are not young anymore, how can you lie to others?"
Ye Qianqian was so angry that she couldn't refute it.
Song Ziyu sighed, said goodbye to Ye Qianqian, turned around and left.
