The night is getting darker.
The guests at the banquet came to Fuman Inn one after another.
Surprisingly, the first person to arrive was Liu Ming, the boss of Liu's Trading Company.
"Boss Song, it was my son Liu Neng who was so confused and blind that he opposed you. My Liu family is willing to pay any amount of compensation. This man will never go to jail."
Liu Ming, who was nearly sixty years old, stepped forward and held Song Che's hand, his eyes glistening with tears as he begged.
Song Che patted the back of his hand, "Don't be anxious, Mr. Liu. I'm calling you here tonight to discuss business. As long as the business is settled, anything can be discussed."
Then, fifteen of the twenty big local businessmen came, including those who opened banks, cloth shops, grain and oil dealers, and freight dealers.
"Thank you all hosts for giving Song some face. Please move to the private room and let's talk while drinking."
Song Che invited guests into the room.
Everyone is unfamiliar but familiar with each other. Who doesn’t know that Song Che is the champion of the business selection competition? Who doesn’t remember that Song Che outsmarted the bandits and blocked the river?
"Don't be polite, everyone. The food and wine are not poisonous."
Song Che smiled and invited everyone to eat and drink, but he stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, letting the cold wind hit his face and keeping his head clear at all times.
Who is in the mood to use chopsticks?
Some rice will change its taste even if you take one bite.
"Boss Song, why don't we get straight to the point." A boss said bluntly.
Song Che didn't show off, raised his hand and slowly pointed out three fingers:
"My bosses, I invite you to come and have three things to do -
First, I must be elected as the president of this Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce;
Second, the Yang family is almost finished;
Third, I can make you rich;"
He turned back, glanced at the bosses who had different expressions, and said:
"A month ago, the Eight Immortals Tower was invaded by Japanese pirates, and Li Youtian and Yang Wanfu were killed. This incident has an extremely complicated inside story, but it can be summed up in one sentence - the Yang family is doing business with the Japanese pirates."
Treason is a serious crime that can be punished by execution.
As soon as these words came out, all the guests in the hall were sitting upright.
Song Che added:
"Every owner is a businessman, so he should know the market situation in Yangzhou better than anyone else. The most worth talking about is the 'salt price'.
The Japanese invasion is serious along the coast of Huainan, and many salt channels have been cut off. The supply of salt in various places exceeds the demand. Only Yangzhou has sufficient salt and stable prices. Why is this?
The Yang family has three salt farms in Chuzhou, and the salt they produce is constantly sent to Yangzhou. However, the Japanese invasion of Chuzhou is obvious to everyone, so how can he safely deliver the salt? "
He laughed with the guests again and said:
"Of course, I have no substantial evidence, but some things don't require evidence, just rumors. Bosses, do you think this is correct?"
All the guests lowered their eyebrows and thought to themselves.
Everyone present is a successful person. A stupid person cannot be a big boss.
Song Che continued:
"Also, let me tell you something. Half a year ago, the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce's cruise dinner was robbed by the Feiyun Gang and the Yang family's father and son were responsible for this;
The Yang family's father and son colluded with the Feiyun Gang, firstly to ask for money, and secondly to sell women. They used the women as annual coins, colluded with the national thief Jia Taishi, and paid tribute to Dijon;
Everyone should have heard of Master Jia, right?
Although the number one minister in the dynasty has been expelled from the capital, his influence and disciples are spread throughout the Liang Dynasty, including one named Li Youtian;
A month ago Privy Councilor Gao Chen attended the banquet at the Eight Immortals Tower. What a coincidence, isn't it? That night, Japanese pirates attacked the Eight Immortals Tower;
Then Li Youtian died;
Then Li Zhi came;
Li Zhijing served as Privy Councilor and was a close subordinate of Gao Chen;
I am honored to invite Mr. Li to cut the ribbon for the opening of our Tianxia Qianzhuang store;
I am also honored to invite you to the banquet today;"
Song Che walked back to the table, picked up a pot of wine, placed a cup, and asked the guests while pouring wine:
"Do any of you here know the owner of the Eight Immortals Tower?"
After a moment of silence, a more honest person answered: "Boss Chen treats people well..."
"But since the Japanese pirates attacked at night, the Eight Immortals Tower was burned down, and hundreds of members of Boss Chen's family disappeared without a trace overnight," Song Che asked meaningfully:
"Do you know where the Chen family has gone?"
The faces of all the guests changed drastically. It was obviously a cold day, but some people were sweating profusely:
"We just went to the Eight Immortals House for dinner. We are not familiar with Boss Chen, and those of us who are not familiar..."
"Yes, yes, I don't know Boss Chen at all. Oh no... I have never eaten at the Eight Immortals House. I didn't even know his surname was Chen."
Song Che slowly picked up the wine glass and smiled with the guests: "Don't panic, everyone. I took the Eight Immortals Tower as an example. I just want to tell you that what you know tonight is best like this glass of wine. Drink it and let it go." It rots in the stomach, so as to prevent trouble from coming out of the mouth."
He raised his wine glass and signaled to the guests:
"Is there any boss who is willing to drink this wine with Mr. Song? If there is anyone who is unwilling, Mr. Song will not give it to me."
The guests made eye contact for a moment, then each filled their glasses.
Businessmen have the advantage of being profitable.
A businessman who doesn't know how to be a wallflower will never make a lot of money.
All the guests raised their glasses and drank with Song Che.
"Come on, come on, drink in, don't stop drinking!"
Song Che carried the wine pot again and poured wine one by one. He first came to the house of Liu Dong who owned a pawn shop, "Don't worry, Boss Liu, your son is fine."
"Thank you, Boss Song."
Then he came to Li Dong's family who ran a freight station and said, "Boss Li, from now on, my Shen family's freight transportation to Yangzhou will be handed over to you. Do you know Wang Yong, the 'shipping king' of Hangzhou? He is my father-in-law's brother-in-law. I will work with you to introduce you."
"Boss Song is generous."
Then he came to Wu Dong's house in the cloth shop and said, "Boss Wu, my family is also in the cloth business. Can we make a fortune together in the future?"
"sure!"
Then he came to Zheng Dong's family, Meng Dong's family, and Huo Dong's family who opened a bank. "You rich people, when our bank business in the world matures, let's set up a 'UnionPay' together, connect all the banks, and make money from people all over the world. What's the point?" Are you happy but not doing it?”
"Very good, very good!"
It's just that the distilled wine was too strong. Song Che had only played one round, but his face was already red. He waved his hands, dazed:
"Everyone, Mr. Song is already too drunk. Let's call it a night. In short, if Mr. Song is elected as the president, he will have a piece of my flesh and a piece of your flesh!"
All the guests also left with great joy.
After the banquet, the cold wind was still there, Song Che stood in front of the window, his eyes darker than the night.
Is he drunk?
"You drank so much, you will easily catch cold if the wind blows."
Shen Wenjun put down the sobering tea in his hand and came up to close the window.
Song Che held her hand and pulled her into his arms. He stared at his beloved wife for a long time and sighed sincerely:
"Ma'am, you are so beautiful."
Regardless of the ups and downs of warmth and coldness, there is always someone who is as tender as water, just like the sobering tea she brings, and just like the temperature of her body.
Shen Wenjun lowered his eyebrows and said shyly: "Husband, you are drunk..."
"Hahaha……"
Song Che laughed boldly: "I'm half drunk with wine, and I'm half drunk with you."
"Oh... Okay, my boss Song, uncle Song, we have a big deal tonight. Can I help you wash up and go to bed?"
Shen Wenjun pulled Song Che and was about to leave, but Song Che let go of his hands, looked deeply into the dark night outside the window, shook his head slightly, and whispered:
"Madam, go back to your room first, and don't come out no matter what noise you hear in the rest of the night."
Shen Wenjun frowned: "What's wrong?"
"There is another guest who is not here."
"who……"
"Yang Song."
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