In the next few days, Song Che stayed at the bank and dispatched musketeers at night to patrol day and night, for fear that Yang Song and Jia Yong would come to stir up trouble.
But there was no movement.
The bad guy seems to have become honest overnight.
Apart from daily operations, Yang's Trading Company has not taken any action, and Yang Song has hardly appeared in public in the past few days.
It's always quiet before the storm.
Are they brewing a bigger conspiracy?
October 27th, the eve of the general election.
Today's strange wind blew from morning until late at night, and the cold fog enveloped the entire city of Yangzhou, and the temperature plummeted to freezing point.
"I still can't sleep."
Song Che let out a long sigh, the sound of wind raging outside the house disturbed him.
Shen Wenjun said: "So it is better for people to be stupid, so that they don't have to think too much and stay awake."
Who doesn’t want to be a happy-go-lucky, carefree “idiot”? It's just that I care about too many things, so I have no choice but to let myself become versatile.
"Uncle Song, there is a young man asking to see you, saying he wants to give you a gift."
There was a gunman downstairs delivering the news.
Gift?
Gifts given in the middle of the night are destined to be extraordinary.
Song Che got out of bed, wrapped himself in a fur robe, went to the window first, opened it a crack, and looked downstairs, where he saw a commoner boy holding two large and small bags wrapped in yellow brocade. square box.
In the cold wind, the boy was so cold that he danced and breathed into his hands.
"Do you know him?" Shen Wenjun also put on his clothes.
Song Che shook his head, "Go down and ask."
The two of them went downstairs together and opened the door of the bank. The cold wind was like a knife, making it difficult to open their eyes. "Thank you everyone, let him in."
The gunmen gave way.
The boy hurriedly ran to the door and handed the two gifts to Song Che like hot potatoes: "You are the boss here, right? This is the gift that Young Master Yang asked me to give you."
Upon hearing Yang Song, Song Che hesitated to answer and asked the boy, "Are you a servant of the Yang family?"
The boy shook his head: "The younger one is from Ruyi Restaurant in the east of the city. Mr. Yang came to me half an hour ago and said that as long as these two gifts are delivered to the boss of Tianxia Bank, the boss can pay me twenty taels of silver. "
"What Yang Song sent is definitely not a good thing. Please return it. We don't want-"
Just when Shen Wenjun was about to refuse, Song Che took the gift, took a piece of silver from his sleeve and threw it to the boy.
"Hey! Is there such a big bargain in the world?" The boy held the silver ingot and went happily. He didn't seem to feel cold anymore.
Song Che closed the door.
Place two gifts on the counter.
"Husband, how dare you accept Yang Song's things? What if... what if he puts a poisonous snake in it?" Shen Wenjun was afraid.
"A gift sent in the middle of the night shouldn't be so offensive, not to mention I paid for it."
Although he didn't believe there was any mechanism inside, Song Che still acted cautiously. He first slowly opened the lid of the small box - on the inner wall embedded in the soft cushion, there was a jade seal carved in the style of Xuanwu.
"This is... the seal of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce!"
Shen Wenjun took out the jade seal, turned it over and took a look at the bottom. Sure enough, it was engraved with the four characters "Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce".
"In previous years, the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce's invitations and donation vouchers all had this mark printed on them. It's absolutely unmistakable!" Shen Wenjun's hand holding the seal trembled slightly, and he looked at Song Che excitedly:
"The seal is usually held by the president. He will give it to us. Doesn't it mean that he has given up his position on his own initiative? Yang Song has given up on himself!"
Give up?
People like Yang Song will admit defeat, even a sow can climb a big tree.
"Isn't there another box?"
Song Che tensed up and slowly opened the lid of the big box. Before it could be fully opened, a drop of blood dripped from the lid, and then a strong smell of blood hit his nose——
There was a bloody human head inside the box. The head still had huge eyes open, staring straight at the person who opened the box.
It's Jia Yong's head.
"ah!"
The little man, who was blushing with excitement one moment, was so frightened that he screamed and threw himself into Song Che's arms, "You... cover it quickly!"
It’s really a world of ice and fire!
What two great gifts!
Song Che slowly closed the box, his expression did not change at all, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Compared to this dead human head, what is even more terrifying is this flawless white seal.
Yang Song, regardless of his viciousness, is a formidable opponent just because of his courage to take things up and let them go.
"Da da da……"
There was a knock on the door.
If he was not stopped by the spearmen, it meant he was one of our own.
Song Che handed the palm print to Shen Wenjun and told her to put it away and go upstairs, while he carried the head box and went up to open the door.
Liao Heng and Jiang Yuntian stood at the door with the cold wind on their backs.
"What's wrong?"
"Yang family, fire."
…
The Yang family's house was the largest in Yangzhou City. The fire burned rapidly in the cold wind, and the fire burned half of the sky red.
Song Che stood outside the street, calmly looking at the burning fire without saying a word.
Liao Heng sighed: "It turns out that Yang Song is the one who cut off the gecko's tail."
Song Che said: "Such people are often the most terrifying."
Liao Heng said: "He destroyed everything about himself with his own hands and will never be willing to leave forever. Now there is only one place that can take him in."
Song Che whispered: "Japanese pirates."
Jiang Yuntian was anxious: "What if Yang Song takes his family property to support the Japanese pirates? How about I go to the military camp immediately to recruit troops? Maybe I can catch up with him!"
Song Che shook his head, "Forget it, the cunning rabbit has three burrows, and you can't catch it."
Only now did he know why the city of Yangzhou had been calm these past few days. Maybe Yang Song had left without anyone noticing.
Even after burning such a big fire, the chill remained unabated.
The lingering intertwining of cold wind and fierce fire is the final glory of the richest man in Jiangnan.
"Huhuhu..."
A gust of cold wind blew, and a piece of ice fell.
Snowing.
The falling fine snow lights up the dark night, washes away sins, and draws a pure white curtain over the enchanting city of Yangzhou.
Song Che raised his head slightly and felt the warmth of the snow with his face. After feeling a lot of emotions, he felt relieved in his heart, as if it was over, briefly.
"What's next? What are your plans?" Liao Heng asked.
"Bao Tongzhi will lead his troops north to Chuzhou early next month. I have made an agreement with him to follow him to kill the Japanese pirates." Jiang Yuntian looked at Liao Heng again: "What about you?"
Liao Heng looked at the snow falling in the sky and sighed: "The number of refugees outside Yangzhou City is increasing day by day. If there is this heavy snow, I don't know how many will freeze to death. As a Yangzhou official, it is my responsibility to manage the refugees."
"And you?"
Jiang Yuntian and Liao Heng looked at Song Che together.
I am just a businessman, of course I make money, my wife is as beautiful as a flower, and my life is rich and luxurious, why should I take risks?
But Song Che couldn't say these words or even the reasons. After being silent for a long time and struggling for a long time, he found the most important decision deep in his heart:
"Fight the Japanese."
