King of soft rice

Chapter 1771 Fanwai: The Last Days of the Song Family 3——New book "News of the Future of the City" for collection
The screen then turned, from the previous animated short to a candid video.

Although the candid video has been blurred, some places can still be seen clearly.For example, the car made by this son is clearly in the painting.

When Song Yiran saw this picture, he couldn't help trembling.Others don't know who it is, but he knows it in his heart, because the people in that picture are him and his mother.

Just when Song Yiran was beating drums in his heart and was dying of fear, the youngest grandson of the Song family couldn't help saying, "Hey, isn't that my aunt's car!"

This little grandson is still in school, and he doesn't know about Song Yiran's affairs yet, so he speaks out directly.

As soon as he said this, the faces of everyone present changed instantly.

The little grandson's father glared at him immediately, "Where is there so much nonsense, I'll eat yours!"

But the little grandson argued: "I'm not wrong! I recognize this car, although the license plate is not recorded, but this scratch..." As he spoke, he pointed at the TV, "I remember very clearly, it is I accidentally rowed two days ago when I was stealing a car, and I didn't dare to tell you..."

When the little grandson's father heard the words, he slapped him immediately, "How dare you drive stealthily!"

The little grandson pouted all of a sudden, then immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak any more.

The other people present also looked at Song Yiran.

Mr. Song was also full of astonishment, and now he understood why everyone else was afraid of Song Yiran.

Mr. Song said tremblingly, "Xiao Ran, is this all true?"

Song Yiran lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, but his trembling shoulders said everything.

Seeing this, the rest of the Song family couldn't help whispering.

"I told you a long time ago that something will happen if he is so late."

"Really, I want any woman!"

"He likes Keiko's kind of stuff."

"It's still being broadcast live in the conference room."

"If you want me to say this Japanese woman, I have to be careful!"

"Actually, he is willing to degenerate. With the identity of the Song family's youngest, what kind of things can't be obtained! He must find such a thing!"

"Fortunately, I knew it a long time ago, and I didn't share the same dish with him!"

"It's over, if I eat it, will I be infected?"

"I don't want this disease!"

While everyone was whispering, the young lady of the Song family couldn't help yelling loudly: "Shut up, all of you! Shut up if you don't understand anything!"

When she shouted, everyone was stunned.

Song Yiqing's eyes flickered, and then he snorted coldly, and said directly: "Auntie, you can't say that! We all know what kind of disease your brother has. Let's be careful what's wrong, do we still want to be like him? Is it? Do you want our Song family to have no children or grandchildren?"

After Song Yiqing finished speaking, the others followed suit.

The young lady of the Song family couldn't help saying angrily: "You are ignorant! You won't be infected if you eat at the same table!"

Another junior of the Song family heard the words and couldn't help saying: "Auntie, this kind of thing is not a joke, you should be more careful."

As soon as the voice on this side fell, someone on the other side said: "If I want to talk about the big brother, I should stay at home honestly. It's so scary to always come out like this!"

When the young lady of the Song family heard this, she was so angry that the top of her head was smoking.

She was about to explode, but Song Yiran grabbed her.

Song Yiran grabbed his mother, and said in unison: "You are all afraid of me, right? Afraid of me! Then I will make you afraid for the rest of your life!" Then he opened his mouth and spat at everyone.

Seeing this, everyone was frightened and scattered all the birds and beasts, and quickly dodged.

Seeing this, Mr. Song immediately shouted angrily, and slammed the table, "Enough!"

After Mr. Song yelled, everyone was stunned, and no one dared to speak.

Mr. Song immediately got up and said, "Xiao Ran, follow me to the study!" Then he walked towards the study.

However, Mr. Song only took two steps before he said, "Maode, come with me."

The maode that Mr. Song was talking about was Song Yiran's father and Mr. Song's eldest son.

It's just that after Mr. Song finished speaking, Song Maode didn't get up to follow.

Immediately afterwards, the housekeeper, Sister Li, suddenly yelled: "It's not good, Mr. Song has fallen ill again!"

Elder Song turned his head and saw that Song Maode had collapsed under the table without knowing when, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Mr. Song was startled, and immediately shouted, "Call an ambulance!"

In an instant, the entire Song family became busy.What was supposed to be a good family banquet turned into such a farce.

Song Yiran's condition also deteriorated.As for his father, Song Maode, he couldn't take the blow and was hospitalized along with him.

But Song Maode's illness is already an old problem.After arriving at the hospital, the doctor also gave him a routine rescue, and then returned him, and the rest needed to be recuperated.

But Song Yiran was different. From this day on, various complications continued to appear, and his physical condition became worse and worse, and he ended up living in St. Martin's Hospital directly.

The Song family couldn't remember how many times this was the first aid today.But every time Song Yiran gets sick, everyone will come immediately.

But it's not about how much he cares about Song Yiran, but about when he will die.

As long as Song Yiran dies, the opportunity for the three generations of the Song family will come, and they can become the successors of the Song family, the successors of this business empire.

When Song Yiran was in the emergency room, the three generations of the Song family gathered together and were whispering.

"How many times is this month, does anyone remember?"

"Once every two or three days, who remembers it so clearly!"

"Brother is really amazing, it's all like this, and it can last for so long."

"That's right! When I saw him last time, half of his body was rotten, and he was still alive."

"Hmph! It's not that the old man likes him. The medicine costs more than 1 US dollars, and he needs two injections every day!"

"I've heard that my eldest brother spends fifty thousand dollars a day in the hospital!"

"Fifty thousand dollars a day is enough for me to pick up several girls!"

"Brother has been living here for several months, and millions of dollars have been spent on him!"

"Fuck! If this million dollars were given to me, I would have bought that new car a long time ago!"

"The female celebrity I want to date has probably started calling me husband by now!"

Just when a group of three generations of the Song family were secretly upset, the door of the emergency room finally opened.

A group of people immediately surrounded him, and Mr. Song quickly asked, "Doctor, how is my grandson?"

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, "Old Song, don't worry, Young Master Song is fine now, but the medicine has not passed, and he will wake up later."

Mr. Song nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, thank you doctor."

The doctor responded and left.

When the three generations of the Song family heard this, they all sighed secretly. It seems that today was for nothing again.

Not long after, the nurse pushed the bed and sent Song Yiran back to the ward.

The three generations of the Song family also found their own reasons, and all of them left.

In the end, only Mr. Song, the family of the eldest son of the Song family, the second son Song Maocai, his wife, and Song Yiqing were still guarding the hospital.

After all, among the three generations of the Song family, Song Yiqing is still the most likely to inherit the Song family business.

Song Yiqing stayed in the ward, but he didn't care about his elder brother, but wanted to tell Mr. Song about something.

But at this moment, Mr. Song was sitting beside the hospital bed, looking at Song Yiran with distressed expression.

Song Yiqing hesitated a few times, and finally said: "Grandpa, brother's condition has stabilized now."

Mr. Song nodded, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Song Yiqing said, "Grandpa, in fact, I've been negotiating business with a company in the United States recently."

Mr. Song still nodded, but did not speak.

Song Yiqing continued: "That American company has business relations with the Ai Group, and it is also a big company. They want to cooperate with our Song family."

When Mr. Song heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and looked at Song Yiqing, "Is it reliable?"

Seeing this, Song Yiqing regained his spirits and immediately said: "Reliable, reliable, absolutely reliable. The person I came into contact with is from the factory of their Baodao branch. He was originally from Xiangjiang, but now he is in Baodao. Work. I also investigated secretly, and I can’t be wrong.”

Only then did Mr. Song say, "How do they cooperate?"

Song Yiqing quickly said: "They are a digital product company and want to find a brand agent in Xiangjiang."

Mr. Song heard the words, but did not speak.

After all, in terms of the Song family's industry, a mere brand agent is not worth Mr. Song's concern at all.

Song Yiqing quickly said: "This is only the first step of their plan. Then they want to use Xiangjiang to enter the mainland market and form a sales network in the Asian region. As long as this sales network is completed, they will introduce the Ai Group to us. Reached a strategic agreement with the Aishi Group. From now on, we will be the agent for all the business of the Aishi Group in Asia."

After Song Yiqing finished speaking, Song Maode couldn't help saying: "Ai's Group is the world's largest super consortium!"

Song Maocai followed with a smile and said, "When Xiaoqing told me, I was also taken aback. But after investigation, I can confirm that this is all true."

Mr. Song said slowly: "Is the Ai Group interested in developing in Asia?"

Song Yiqing quickly said: "Grandpa, the mainland has developed so rapidly in recent years, it's not like we haven't thought about entering the mainland market. It's not surprising that the Aishi Group wants to enter the mainland market."

Mr. Song said slowly: "Our Song family is a tiger in Xiangjiang, but this Ai Group is a real dragon! To cooperate with them, we have to think carefully. Someone else made the wedding dress."

Song Yiqing quickly said: "Grandpa, don't worry. I have made arrangements, and the people who will be used at that time will all be our employees. Before starting the cooperation, I will sign a long-term contract with them to ensure that they will not resign .As long as the core team catches up, they can only rely on us."

Mr. Song nodded, "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. Maocai, you have to help me a little more." After speaking, he thought for a while, "After returning to the company, I will give You mentioned the vice president of the group, it will be more convenient to do things this way."

After Mr. Song finished speaking, Song Yiqing almost didn't want to speak out.

You must know that among the three generations of the Song family, there is no vice president of the group, and even Song Yiran is only the president of a subsidiary company.

Now that Song Yiran is about to die, he has been promoted to the vice president of the group, and the status of the heir of the Song family is almost his.

And Mr. Song naturally has his own calculations in his heart, although he loves Song Yiran very much.But looking at Song Yiran's current appearance, it is obvious that his life is not long, and it is time for him to consider the issue of the next heir.

Just when Mr. Song thought of this, Song Yiran groaned and woke up.

(End of this chapter)