Seeing He Juntao walking away, He Wanru looked worried and looked at Song Ye and said: "Husband, what should I do if my parents come to you and ask for something?"
Song Ye knew that He Wanru could not completely ignore family ties, so he thought about it carefully and said: "As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter if you give the TV to your parents. For me, being able to marry you is the most satisfying thing." thing, a television doesn’t matter.”
He Wanru was very moved, shook her head and said, "This is something that belongs to our two families, and it can never be given to my parents."
"Otherwise, they will change hands and give it to my brother. Moreover, my brother wants to borrow 50,000 yuan from you this time. You must not agree."
"I know."
Song Ye said: "My eldest brother is currently in a relationship with Zhong Xia. In order to avoid suspicion, I plan to build another house on the homestead next to her. I don't have any money to lend to your brother."
"I don't have that much money now, and if I really had money, I would like to open a restaurant or something in the city first. I don't have any money left at the moment."
"That's good."
He Wanru breathed a sigh of relief.
What she fears most is that Song Ye suddenly becomes soft-hearted and thinks that it is enough to marry her and not take money seriously.
After all, it is not easy for them to make some money, and they need to live their own lives first.
If He Juntao wants to get married, he has to rely on his own ability to earn it.
"Click..."
While Song Ye and He Wanru were chatting about things, a noise suddenly came from the yard.
He Wanru glanced at Song Ye and said: "Maybe the eldest brother is back. He brought Zhong Xia back last night. Because it was late and he couldn't see the road clearly, he accidentally fell and broke your motorcycle. broken."
"So I went to ask the car repairman to come to my door early in the morning. I hope he can repair the motorcycle before you come back, so that you will not be very sad when you see the broken motorcycle."
"I just saw it."
Song Ye said: "If it's broken, it's broken. As long as people are fine, that's fine."
He Wanru smiled and said: "Brother will definitely be relieved if he hears what you say, otherwise, he is really worried that you will scold him."
Song Ye smiled bitterly: "He is my eldest brother, so why would I scold him?"
They ended the conversation and walked out of the house.
In the front yard, it was indeed Song Jun who came back with the car repairman.
The sound that came just now was caused by the car repairman putting the parts box on the ground.
When Song Jun saw that Song Ye had returned, his face was full of apologies and he said sheepishly: "Second brother, I fell down last night and damaged your motorcycle. I'm really sorry."
"fine."
Song Ye waved his hand: "As long as you are not injured, it will be fine. If you fall, the motorcycle will not be damaged. At most, the reflector and casing will be damaged. Just replace it."
Song Jun finally felt relieved when he saw that Song Ye was not angry with him.
The maintenance technician worked very quickly and directly replaced a broken reflector. He also sprayed the paint that had been knocked off the tire flasher and re-sprayed it. From the appearance, it seemed to be no different from before.
Song Ye needs to go out today and sell some profitable stocks.
After he told He Wanru where he was going, he left the small fishing village on his repaired motorcycle.
In about forty minutes, Song Ye arrived in Lianjiang City.
He had a lot to do today, and he planned to go to the bodyguard headquarters before going to the stock exchange.
Song Ye wanted to know how much it would cost to hire a skilled bodyguard.
As his business grew bigger and bigger, he made more and more money. If he didn't have a powerful bodyguard to protect him, his life might be in danger one day.
Furthermore, there are many people who want to teach him a lesson.
Although Song Ye has learned some martial arts and likes to exercise, no matter what, he is no match for professional martial arts practitioners.
He rode his motorcycle directly to the security headquarters in Lianjiang City and stopped the motorcycle.
Afterwards, Song Ye walked towards the door of the security building.
"What's matter?"
Just when he was about to walk directly inside, two tall and upright security guards stood next to the door and stopped him with their hands.
"I'm here to hire security."
Song Ye told him his purpose.
"Let's register first."
One of the security guards took Song Ye into the building. In front of a table, he took the information registration book and asked Song Ye to register his personal information.
After that, through the intercom hanging on his body, he asked the staff at the headquarters responsible for receiving guests to lead Song Ye to select bodyguards.
After a while, a female employee wearing a smart uniform with a walkie-talkie on her body and a friendly smile walked towards Song Ye.
She looked at Song Ye and said politely: "Let me take you to the floor where our bodyguards train."
"good."
Song Ye nodded.
He took a look at the work badge on the female employee and learned that her name was Zhao Lu.
"I wonder if you want to hire a male bodyguard or a female bodyguard?" Zhao Lu looked at Song Ye and said, "The bodyguards in our company are all very skilled, and they are not just perfunctory bodyguards."
"Let's take a look first."
Song Ye said: "I want to know about their skills and price."
"OK."
Zhao Lu nodded.
She took Song Ye into the elevator, pressed the button for the ninth floor, and then the elevator door closed and took them upstairs.
Not long after, there was a ding in the elevator, and it reached its destination.
Song Ye and Zhao Lu walked out of the elevator together.
After arriving on this floor, Song Ye could clearly hear some humming and humming sounds coming from the exercise, and there was also the sound of metal equipment crashing.
Song Ye immediately confirmed that he had come to the right place. This bodyguard company must be very serious and responsible. At least the bodyguards' skills were definitely not much different. They were not some people who looked strong but had no real ability.
"this way please."
Zhao Lu pointed the direction to Song Ye.
She led the way, and after a while, she arrived at the area where the male bodyguards were exercising.
In the huge training area, there is a ring in the middle. Bodyguards can wear protective gear and compete with each other to improve their fighting skills.
Around the arena, there are a variety of exercise equipment, such as dumbbells, barbells, horizontal bars, treadmills, etc. Basically, all equipment that can improve physical strength is available.
Song Ye sniffed his nose and smelled the smell of sweat in the air.
However, he didn't mind this kind of thing. After all, there were so many people exercising here and they would sweat from time to time. It was normal for there to be some sweat smell in the air.
Zhao Lu pointed at the male bodyguards inside and introduced Song Ye one by one, telling who among them was the strongest and who was the weakest.
