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Even though it was New Year's Eve, there were still many guests in the resort, and the resort specially prepared a program.

Eating delicious food, watching the performance, and comparing it to the first New Year's Eve dinner the original owner had at the Song family in his previous life, it was really a world of difference.

The New Year's Eve dinner at the Song family was better than the New Year's Eve dinner at the resort, but the atmosphere was not good and Zhang Yu was repulsed.

After having a good meal and watching the fireworks display, Zhang Yu returned to the room amid everyone's blessings.

After arriving in the room, Zhang Yu turned on the computer and turned on the TV. Today was New Year's Eve, so it had to be lively.

Zhang Yu poured the red wine he bought specially today and said, "Here's to you."

"I wonder how you are doing over there."

"Although I am celebrating the festival alone, I think it's pretty good." After Zhang Yu drank a glass of wine, he began to search for information online.

After all, making money is the most important thing.

Zhang Yu quickly found out the requirements for opening an account in Hong Kong City. She thought about it and decided to set up a company.

This can solve a lot of troubles. Zhang Yu was not sure where she would go to college in the future, but now she has made up her mind.

Just go to a university in the south, which will also make it easier for her to go to Hong Kong City. Otherwise, if she goes to university in the north and often travels to Hong Kong City, the rest of the Song family will not pay attention.

Zhang Yu knew that Song Weikang would definitely keep an eye on her, and this old fox would never stop keeping an eye on her movements.

If the Song family develops well, they don't need her help, but if the Song family develops poorly, will Song Weikang let her go?
After the movement, the old man who used the Song family's overseas connections and retained assets was able to make a comeback and recreate the Song family's glory.

He will definitely sacrifice a lot for the Song family. Even his most precious and valued eldest grandson cannot compare with the interests of the Song family.

How could she, this eldest granddaughter who appeared halfway, have a good one?
Zhang Yu would never gamble on human nature, "I don't have much time left."

Zhang Yu can only pray now, hoping that Song Shijian has taken over the Song family for so many years and has something on his hands, and will not let Song Weikang get it so easily.

Zhang Yu drank wine, watched the Spring Festival Gala, checked the situation in Hong Kong City online, and then made a preliminary plan.

Although the plan will not be officially launched until after the college entrance examination in June, some preparatory work can be done now, such as the opening of the company, and it can be started.

Zhang Yu had a very happy New Year's Eve, and each person had his or her own splendor, but the situation on the other side of the Song family might not be good.

At the last moment, Song Weikang returned to his old home, which made Song Shijian, who had been anxious for a long time, breathe a sigh of relief.

He felt that no matter what, the old man still liked him as the eldest son and would still give him face.

Of course, Song Shijian also noticed the displeased expressions of the other siblings, but he was very proud, after all, the old man treated him differently.

But before the meal, Song Weikang's words made Song Shijian give up the idea, and his hatred for the old man once again rose to a new level.

Song Ziming knew that the old man was very dissatisfied with Song's performance in the past two years. When he came back, the old man personally talked to him, saying that Song's current situation was very bad and hoped that he could go back to save the situation.

Of course Song Ziming also wanted to control the Song family as soon as possible, even if he was Song Shijian's only son.

But the uncle who couldn't stand it also had a son, and they were also eyeing the position of the head of the Song family.

But there is no way, the old man's idea is not the old man's idea. Song Shijian doesn't want to give up his throne, so what can Song Ziming, his son, do.

It was impossible for him to tell Song Shijian directly about giving up the throne. He knew that even the father and son would definitely fall out. Song Ziming just thought that it would be best if the old man could privately pressure Song Shijian to give up his throne.

What he didn't expect was that his grandfather would actually do this. In front of his uncle, aunt and others, he would not give the old man face and directly say something about his poor management.

Song Ziming is going crazy. Song Shijian is not a good person. As a son, he doesn't know what his cousins ​​will think.

Seeing Song Shijian being scolded, his younger brothers and sisters were all very happy, wondering if they would have a chance now that the old man didn't like the eldest son.

After Song Weikang severely reprimanded Song Shijian once or twice, he noticed the expressions of gloating on the other children's misfortune.

When the old man saw them like this, he couldn't help but feel cold. He knew that when it came to distributing the family property, there was no way to make a bowl of water even, and it was impossible.

He just hoped that they could still live in harmony, but looking at their appearance now, the old man felt that he had really failed.

"Don't think that if your elder brother doesn't do very well, you can do well."

"The reason why I chose the eldest son to take over was not because he was the eldest son, but more importantly."

Song Weikang glanced at the other children with disgust, "What you do is worse than the boss."

It doesn't matter that Song Weikang is an old man, but he has a really good memory and can directly point out the mistakes that other children have made.

Song Weikang used to have a gloomy face, but now he is in a much better mood. Hmm, he may not be very capable, but compared to the following people, he is still a lot better.

Song Ziming's expression couldn't help but improve a lot, and Tang Fu's expression also improved a lot, and his waist was straight again.

In contrast, Song Weikang's younger brother and sister had very bad expressions. They were scolding him in their hearts, wanting to know how partial the old man was.

No matter how dissatisfied they are in their hearts, they can't show it on their faces. Who makes them expect the assets in the hands of the old man.

"Eat." Song Weikang looked at their faces one by one. Apart from being unhappy, there was no expression of introspection at all, which made the old man very unhappy.

As descendants of the Song family, the education they received since childhood and the people and things they have been exposed to since childhood are not much better than Zhang Yu.

But these people know how to rely on the Song family. Even if they have the idea of ​​starting a business, they think they want to make a living from the Song family and have no idea of ​​starting a business independently.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu has never thought of relying on the Song family. He is really incomparable.

Song Weikang glanced at the people present and suddenly lost the idea of ​​scolding them. If scolding was useful, would they do this?

"Eat." Forget it, Song Weikang said with waning interest.

Everyone was relieved when they heard that they could eat, and then the dinner table became lively, and everyone toasted to Song Weikang.

Except for Song Shijian, everyone hopes that the old man can live well and live a long life. After all, if the old man is alive, they are the direct descendants of the Song family.

No matter how reluctant Song Shijian was, he couldn't ignore them.

Also, they hope that after making the old man happy, he can give them more treasures.

Song Weikang knew their plan. Looking at their expressions, the old man couldn't help but feel sad. He sighed again. They were both descendants of the Song family, but there was such a big gap. (End of chapter)