Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 279: betting on each other, everyone inside the circle waits and
Song Yueliang laughed helplessly, "Mother naturally believes in Qiqi."
Wrapping his daughter in his arms, and patting her back comfortably, Song Yueliang looked somewhere in the void, and uttered a silent thank you with open lips.
In the sea of consciousness, Eggy was startled, then snorted proudly.
He knew that the time for Song Yueliang and Song Ziyu to bet on each other was near.
This kind of thing is easy to do, if you help, you can help.
Just give the kid a thin noodle.
It was late at night, and the baby in bed was already sound asleep, with his little hands and feet stretched out like cute little frogs.
Song Yueliang got up calmly, picked up the blueprint drawn by her daughter, and walked out of the room.
In the main hall, Fu Yanchi seemed to have waited a long time.
There was a tacit understanding between the two, without saying a word, each of them took out an image in their hands to compare.
The one in Fu Yanchi's hands was almost the same as the one in Song Yueliang's hands, it was just that the dark position and direction of the river's corner was not very detailed, and there was a slight deviation. In addition, there were missing springs in the mountains.
The actual blueprints handed over by the exploration team were the ones in Fu Yanchi's hands.
Song Yueliang intentionally simplified it, on the one hand to find out the secret of her daughter, and on the other to test how powerful the mysterious power behind her daughter was.
"He shouldn't have any evil intentions." Putting away the blueprint, Song Yueliang said in a low voice.
Fu Yanchi nodded and mused, "That's good, we can be sure for now. As long as he does not hurt Qiqi, we will all remain the same as before, because we do not know. As for our own affairs, we will try our best to resolve them ourselves. Moon, I'm afraid I owe you something. If you have too much, you have to pay it back."
Song Yueliang pursed her red lips and nodded.
Why doesn't he think so? There were too many things to pay for, and she was afraid that their daughter would eventually have to pay for it.
So after this time, he would not let his daughter worry about them.
"Are you ready for the evaluation of the land development plan at the end of the month?" Pondering, Song Yueliang heard the man ask gently.
His topic back to his best field, Song Yueliang raised her eyebrows, her confidence and calmness revealed completely in a refined expression.
He didn't say much, turned around and returned to the room, "We'll know when the time comes."
Fu Yanchi sat on a bench leaning against the wall, his long legs slightly bent, and watched the woman disappear through the door. After a while, the man smiled gently.
The strength of their moon could dazzle him at any moment.
Unfortunately, today was still a day where Mr. Fu could not enter the room to sleep with his wife and daughter.
Mr. Fu stared at the dark roof and let out a long sigh.
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During this period of time, Song's family life could not be said to be in trouble, but they must have had trouble sleeping and eating.
Song Chunsheng, who was always middle-aged and graceful, had grown white hair on her head in just a few months. Even if he tried to make himself look normal, he still could not hide the decadence seen on his body.
In the past six months, the Song Group's situation had gone from bad to worse.
The parents on the board of directors, whose interests were harmed, made matters one by one exist
Secretly, they thought of coming together to avoid his power and expel him from the position of chairman.
If not for having enough shares in his hands to support him, Song Chunsheng would have long since been removed from the board of directors of his family business.
The Song family currently only had enough projects left to maintain the survival of the company.
Every time he thought about this situation, Song Chunsheng did not know whether he should be grateful because he did not fall to the end, or thank Song Yueliang for not killing him.
Other than the company, Li Qiang did not make any progress.
He used to be full of his women, but now he treated each other coldly, so strange that he was even worse than passers-by.
Continuing to get involved will only cause more interference to the other party. In the end, I was worried that not only would he not be able to handle Song Yueliang, but would also provoke the other party to fight back. Therefore, against the slacker villa, Song Chunsheng could only calm down for a while.
Moreover, he really did not have the mind and energy to take care of things there these days.
The day when his sons Song Ziyu and Song Yueliang were betting and evaluating each other would soon arrive.
This matter was their only big Song family event at the moment.
As long as they could win Send Yueliang, the Song family could turn around.
Although the final conditions for gambling were lowered, except for the conditions of cooperating with the Yan family, the annual profit income was changed from an annual income of 100 million yuan to a five-year sustainable income of 100 million yuan. But even so, it doesn't really matter.
As long as the cooperation with the Yan family was confirmed, the Song family's living environment would improve as soon as the news spread.
This is no doubt.
So this time they bet on each other, they have to win, and they can only win.
Song Ziyu also knew that the bet this time was very important, so she had not rested since the end of the new year.
The son of the nobleman who had always been pampered, eating, drinking, and having fun, had lost a lot of weight in a few months.
Not even shaved and not groomed.
Concentrate on new land development plans. Without sleep, changing and changing, to achieve the most perfect, will bring maximum benefits.
The end of April will come in the blink of an eye.
Different Real Estate gambling results and Taifeng Real Estate officially enter the evaluation and acceptance.
After the news spread, it raised extreme concerns among the top Huicheng.
Many people waited eagerly, waiting to see the end result, whether the Song family would collapse overnight or Song Yueliang would start all over again.
The subconsciousness in people's hearts was also a little subtle.
If the Song family building collapsed, it would be difficult for them to get back up.
Some people even secretly speculate maliciously that even though the Song family has a resurrection day, Song Chunsheng probably won't have a long lifespan to wait.
Moreover, with Song Ziyu's ability, he couldn't bear such a heavy burden, and he couldn't bear that huge beam.
But Song Yueliang was different.
For Song Yueliang, this time betting against each other was actually not a huge loss, but it was only an opportunity for the Song family to cooperate with the Yan family on a project, he said, and then in the next five years, annual income will be guaranteed.
Song Yueliang's losses were at most a blow, and he would lead Taifeng Real Estate in his hands to continue fighting in the business world.
With his methods and abilities, he would never be depressed due to this failure.
Today was not like it used to be, Song Yueliang no longer fought alone, and the supporters behind her were strong.
No matter how many times you lose, people can lose.
In comparison, the Song family only had this chance to save the Song family and return to glory.
In a large conference office, a long solid wood conference table has a simple, dull shine.
The two sides sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was tense.
At the other end of the long table, there were also various famous figures among the top of Huicheng, each of whom was very prestigious and famous in the Huicheng business district.
They were all jurors invited to be in charge of the evaluation this time.
Song Chunsheng also came.
The outcome of this bet was very important, he could not stay outside, so he came to listen as Song Ziyu's father.