Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 62: Yan Qin
The night is getting darker.
In the south of the city, Crown Clubhouse.
Yanqin put down her glass and looked at the man who was toast, "It's late, it's time to end."
"Young Master Qin said that his drinking was almost over, and it was time to end it. Young Master Qin, let's go together?" The man who toast was unwilling to miss the chance to make friends.
Yanqin lifted the corner of her lips and smiled gently, "OK, I'll give you a lift."
Walking out of the clubhouse gate, the outside was quiet, the opposite of the frenzy inside.
The sky was dark and gloomy, without a hint of stars, and the dim starlight was extremely dim on the colourful night.
Other than the luxurious cars parked at the front door, there were not many people.
The man who had descended with Yanqin and Jiang Zhengyang politely escorted them into the car before turning around and walking towards the direction where he was parking.
As he opened the car door, someone grabbed his arm and dragged him into the shadow with his mouth closed.
The muffled sound of fists and feet hitting the flesh rang out in the darkness, accompanied by a crashing sound.
Yanqin's car was still parked in place, leaning against the back seat, with her hands folded, one finger patting the back of her hand, as if playing a favorite gesture.
Jiang Zhengyang sat beside him, looking at the dark place, silent.
The black luxury car quietly fell asleep at night, like a viper waiting to bite its prey, and the cold took possession of a human.
Only after the movement there became weak did Yanqin's hand knocking stop, and said lightly to the driver, "Driving."
With the lights on, get out slowly, and drive to the designated place to stop.
Yanqin lowered the car window, removed her glasses and gently wiped them, "In the future, think before you speak. After all, she was the woman who almost married me. Even if things don't work out, it's still." It's not someone like you you can get."
Didn't mention a name, but it's quite clear who he's referring to.
Jiang Zhengyang, who had been silent all this time, sighed, and said to the people on the ground, "Stupid."
Song Ziyu hated Song Yueliang very much. When he gathered with Yan Qin, he held back and did not dare to embarrass Song Yueliang too much in front of Yan Qin. This person wanted to use Song Yueliang to show his presence.
So no visions, no fools.
The people on the ground fell silent, and they did not know whether they fainted or did not dare to make a sound.
The car is gone.
Jiang Zhengyang asked, "Do you want a name?"
Yanqin put on her glasses, without raising her eyebrows, "Am I going to meet her again in the future?"
"…No will."
“Then, there is still something to know?”
Excuse um.
After a short pause, Jiang Zhengyang said again, "Young Master Qin, I have a question. You asked me to form this game today. Could it be that you knew Song Yueliang would come and come here specifically to meet you?"
Yanqin closed her eyes, leaning against the chair, "That's just a fad."
Jiang Zhengyang also thought about it, if he knew Song Yueliang would come early, he would not have to wait for that stupid reminder to know that Song Yueliang was in the opposite booth.
Besides, who is Yanqin? Need something so simple to create a meeting?
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The next day, after receiving a call from Mr. Tang, Song Yueliang rushed to the lazy villa.
The villa is located on Mount Bagong on the southern outskirts of Huicheng, occupies half of the mountain, and is privately owned by Mr. Tang.
A place for the elderly.
On a typical day, I would often invite some old friends to come, bird walks, fish, and taste a pot of tea.
Since the people who came and went here were rich and powerful people, the security of the villa was excellent.
Without the master's permission, outsiders could not enter at all.
There are no dog holes in this place.
Parking the car in front of the iron gate of the mountain villa, opening the trunk of the car, and while waiting for the security check, Song Yueliang's eyes paused for a moment on Lingxiao's flower wall at the right corner of the iron gate, and then pulled back.
He had once stood under that wall of flowers for an entire seventy-two hours.
In late autumn and November, there is heavy rain, and the rain is so cold that it punctures the bones.
“Nona Song, you can enter.”
The car window tapped, Song Yueliang nodded in thanks to the security guards, and drove the car to the iron gate that opened slowly.
Fifteen minutes later, Song Yueliang parked the car and headed straight for the tea room.
The tea room is located in the east garden of the villa, with strange rocks and rocks, planted with asparagus bamboo, and the water flowing from the mountains like a stream, calm and graceful, full of interest.
Old Tang likes to entertain guests here.
Walking over to Dongyuan, Tang Zheng, the old assistant, was waiting at the door of the tea room.
In his forties, tall and tall, wearing a black suit, his hair was neatly combed, expressionless on his face for many years, and reserved.
I heard that she was adopted by Elder Tang when she was a teenager, and she has been with Elder Tang for over twenty years.
“Uncle Zheng.” Approaching, Song Yueliang greeted.
Tang Zheng nodded, and opened the wooden door of the tea room, "Miss Song, please come in."
Inside the room, the aroma of tea overflowed.
Red lacquered low table with red clay furnace on it. There was the sound of boiling water and steam billowing from the purple clay pot.
The old man in front of the low table was wearing a long-lived Tang suit, with beautiful hair, sitting on the mattress with a friendly smile, but it was hard to hide the light in his eyes.
Tang Lao, Tang Heyuan, was over seventy years old. It is also a legend among.
Homemade, childless and childless, standard businessman, only talk of profit when interacting with others.
Despite sophistication, sophistication should be obvious.
This was why Song Yueliang approached him.
"The cold moon is coming? Come here and try my new tea." Elder Tang gestured.
Song Yueliang stepped forward and sat on the bed opposite her. The red tea in the cup in front of him was fragrant and clear, "Thank you, Mr. Tang."
“You and I are still very polite.” Elder Tang smiled and shook his head, "Four years in the blink of an eye, I still clearly remember the first time I saw you. Although I was down and desperate at the time, there was a desperate determination in my body. Now start to hold back.”
Song Yueliang lowered her head, "At that time, I had no destination, so I could only put all my eggs in one basket. I've always thanked Mr. Tang for his help."
"Son, you're wrong, I'm not helping." Turning the cup lid and making the tea slightly frothy, Old Tang smiled lightly.
"I'm an entrepreneur, and an entrepreneur looking for profit. More precisely, between you and me, I choose to invest in you, and you pay me many times. For example, I bought Taifeng Real Estate which is on the verge of collapse." bankruptcy four years ago, and you, Revitalize Taifeng Real Estate and market it, and return it to me."
Song Yueliang lifted her eyes, waiting for the next sentence.
Elder Tang looked at him with appreciation, "You have proven my abilities and vision in four years. So today, I chose to invest in you again and send you to the Song Family. Son, you won't let me down?"
"Please wait and see Mr. Tang."
“Yes, young people should have this kind of spirit. Then tell me, what are your plans for the next step?”
Song Yueliang opened her red lips lightly, and said, "Holdings."
“Aren't you planning to gain the trust of group shareholders first? Will this be a problem in the future?”
"When they were quite disillusioned with the Song family and his son, the succession of dynasties would become commonplace. It doesn't matter whether they trust me or not, as long as they trust money."
Tang Laolang smiled and pointed towards Song Yueliang, "I'm waiting for you to get the Song family."
Then the subject changed, "Your mother will soon be released from prison."
Song Yueliang paused for a moment, "Yes. There's still three months."
"Well, if you find me, your mother's problem is certain. I can't stand in the way of justice, but it's okay to keep him safe before he gets out. Don't worry, what happened four years ago won't happen." again."
It was still midday when Song Yueliang left the tea room, and her teacup was still there, untouched.