Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 321 See the old man

Song Xiaoye was surprised when she received the call.Although she thought that the video left by Grandma Jiugu might be useful, she didn't expect Mr. Song to see her so soon.

What did you say when you met her?Or criticize her audacity for trying to take away the big cake that belongs to the Song family.

However, the old man should also know that she is no longer the Song Xiaoye who only knew what to do, and now she reprimands her like that...

Shaking her head, Song Xiaoye turned her head, and smiled silently at the stainless steel wall of the elevator where people's faces could be seen.

Originally, Qiao Xuan wanted to accompany her to the Song Group, but the driver who came to pick her up insisted that "the chairman only sees Ms. Ye alone".

Qiao Xuan was very nervous, obviously worried about the old man he met on the day of the funeral.

Originally, she thought that she would be nervous too, but when she really arrived at the Song family, she realized that she was not nervous at all.

She has visited this 66-storey Song family building in Central, many times in her previous life. At that time, she came to intercede for the Fu family. snub her.

Ah, by the way, at that time the uncle had already moved to the 66th floor to work. Although he still reserved an office for the old man symbolically, everyone knew that he would move into that office without waiting for a long time.

Stepping out of the elevator, Song Xiaoye glanced over, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Now on the 66th floor, apart from the meeting room dedicated to the board of directors, there are only the offices of the chairman and a few directors who don't come to the company very often.

Right now, Song Zhenhai can only stay on the 65th floor - the Song family, it's not his turn to be the master of the house now!
The middle-aged secretary leading the way opened the door of the office, and a man in his 50s greeted him inside.

This is Uncle Hua, the old man's driver, but most of the time, he is actually the old man's personal secretary.Although he doesn't often appear in Song's house, whenever the old man goes out, he will definitely be by his side.

From a certain point of view, this Uncle Hua, who has no position, is really the old man's confidant.

"Miss Ye," bowing down with a smile, Lin Hua walked in with Song Xiaoye, poured coffee politely, and turned to leave.

Song Xiaoye didn't look at him, but just stared at Mr. Song who was sitting on the rocking chair and looking out the window.

Looking out from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can just see Victoria Harbour, which is an excellent viewing place.

In Central, the office cannot see Victoria Harbour, let alone a big shot.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mr. Song murmured in a low voice, but he didn't want to hear an answer.

Before Song Xiaoye could answer, he had already turned around to look at her, "You don't seem to be nervous at all, and you're not afraid of me."

Song Xiaoye smiled when she heard the words, "I'm afraid you have too many people, and I'm not one behind, right? Old man."

Raising his eyebrows, Mr. Song smiled slightly, "Ever since you made trouble at Jiumei's birthday banquet that year, I knew that you would no longer be afraid of me..."

Seeing that he was about to get up, Song Xiaoye hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Old Master Song glanced at her, "To please me, it's for Jiumei..."

"I didn't please you!" Frowning stubbornly, Song Xiaoye said in a deep voice, "Even if I see an old man with disabilities on the side of the road, I will help him."

"You said I'm old!?" He snorted angrily, but after a moment, Mr. Song's expression relaxed again, "You're right, I'm old——when I'm old, I have to admit I'm old..."

Shaking his head, he said calmly: "Everyone said I was old back then, and they were all trying to celebrate my [-]th birthday, but what happened! The third child was born—you didn't see that group of people, what kind of surprise did you get?" ..."

Laughing loudly, Mr. Song turned his head triumphantly, his eyes swept across Song Xiaoye's calm face, and he was a little embarrassed.

Talking to a granddaughter about growing old and getting married seems a little...

But somehow, he just said it so naturally.This granddaughter is no longer the little girl in his memory...

"Your surname is Ye now..." He whispered, not sure if it was emotion, a will, or emphasis.

Song Xiaoye stared at the old man's complicated expression, and didn't bother to guess.

"Don't you want to know what was said in the video that your grandmother Jiugu left me?"

Raising her eyebrows, Song Xiaoye was curious, but still said with a smile: "That's for you, just read it, I don't know if it has anything to do with it."

"You can really talk," Mr. Song smiled, turned his head, and looked at her, "I really want to know, what will you do when you get the inheritance? Do you sell those stocks, or do you want to participate in the company's decision-making——5 %, you can automatically enter the board of directors."

"You want me to join the board of directors?" Song Xiaoye laughed, "If I do join the board of directors, you probably don't have such an attitude! Father, I have no interest in meddling in Song's business. As for selling stocks, I I didn’t even think about it. It was left by Grandma Jiugu, and there is at least 6000 to [-] million dividends a year, right? These dividends are enough to support what I want to do—whether it is the Yue Opera Foundation or other charitable causes That’s fine—I will use Grandma Jiu’s legacy to help those in need.”

"Are you really going to do that?"

"Naturally! That's what Grandma Jiugu meant. I'm just greedy for her work." Song Xiaoye replied indifferently, "Well, maybe I can help myself—you may not know, I'm in the mainland I started a small company, although the scale is not big, but it will develop better and better in the future. I really want to set up another production company..."

"Oh, one-stop production, supply and marketing..."

Mr. Song said lightly, but Song Xiaoye was a little surprised.

It turned out that the old man knew about her.

Song Xiaoye was a little surprised for a moment.

Although her matter is not a secret, the old man needs to pay attention to know about it.

"It's a good thing that young people have ideas." Closing his eyes, Mr. Song waved his hand, "Go!"

He didn't even let Song Xiaoye finish drinking the coffee, he just let her leave.

Song Xiaoye was half startled and dubious, when she left the office, she bumped into Song Zhenhai who was rushing over head-on.

"Mr. Song," Song Xiaoye greeted with a smile, polite and indifferent.

When he looked up and saw Song Xiaoye, Song Zhenhai seemed a little surprised. Although his expression didn't change, the disgust in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"Come to see the old man? Xiaoye," he sighed, and still spoke to her in the tone of an elder, "it's not good for you to be like this. The old man is getting old, and he doesn't even come to the company often, but you..."

The implication is that she is the one who dragged the old man to the company.

Song Xiaoye laughed, and looked at Song Zhenhai with a smile, "If I remember correctly, the old man is still the chairman of the Song Corporation! Isn't it a matter of course to come to the company for inspection? Why doesn't Mr. Song seem to welcome him very much? Really, if you have such an opinion, you have to talk to the old man carefully! Otherwise, he always comes here to disturb you at any time..."

"Have you said enough?" Song Zhenhai was annoyed, his voice was so loud that the secretary and Lin Hua not far away kept looking at him.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Song Zhenhai slowed down, and said again: "Xiaoye, it is because of your appearance that you were kicked out..."

"The greatest luck in my life!" Song Xiaoye cut off his words, and said with a faint smile: "Is there anything in this world that makes people feel more happy than making decisions by oneself? Mr. Song, it's a pity, the Song family is still alive. You are not the one who can make the decision..."

Looking at Song Zhenhai's ugly face, Song Xiaoye smiled and walked away, feeling very happy.

Although she never thought of taking revenge deliberately, she only felt happy when she thought about how she humbly begged Song Zhenhai in her previous life.

Very angry, Song Zhenhai stared coldly at the secretary who stood up and wanted to open the door for him, and without waiting for her to move, he pushed open the door of the office by himself.

"Dad," Song Zhenhai's voice softened when he saw the old man sitting behind the desk and looking at the documents with presbyopic eyes.

Quickly approaching, he hesitated and asked: "Just now I received a call from Uncle Hua, saying that it has something to do with Xiaoye looking for you? Dad, that child is very scheming and can speak well. You must not listen to her." if……"

Mr. Song raised his head, stared at Song Zhenhai, and laughed, "Do you think I'm old?"

"I didn't mean that, Dad, I just..."

Before Song Zhenhai finished speaking, Mr. Song had already smiled and said, "I'm old—I'm really old! My eyes are blurry, and I can't walk anymore—I'm old, I'm old! But, Ah Hai, although I I'm old, but I'm not old and confused. It's not like someone can change my mind by just saying a few words..."

Sighing softly, he said in a muffled voice: "I didn't stop Xinru from suing before, but I didn't think it through. Now that I think about it clearly, what is my whole life for? It's just to protect the interests of the entire Song family. But now , but let the Song family go to court for your Ninth Aunt's inheritance—this is my failure as a man!"

"Dad, Xinru's lawsuit is just to protect the interests of the Song family! Although Xiaoye used to be named Song, after all, she has broken away from the Song family. In contrast, Xinru is closer to the Song family. Xinru's stock is better than Xiaoye's."

"It fell into Xinru's hands?!" Mr. Song smiled, "Don't talk about it, you go and inform Xinru and let her complain."

With flickering eyes, Song Zhenhai said in a low voice, "I'm afraid Xinru won't."

"If she doesn't want to, she has to!" Old Master Song yelled angrily, "If she still wants to rely on the Song family, she can do as I say—"

Song Zhenhai still wanted to speak, but Mr. Song had already grabbed the pen on the table and smashed it over, "Don't think I don't know what you discussed with Shihui behind my back! Ah Hai, don't let me down again..."

Not daring to dodge, Song Zhenhai bent down, picked up the pen that hit him and fell to the ground, and respectfully put it back into the old man's hand, "Dad, I'll inform Xinru right now."

The answer was respectful, and the retreat was respectful, but only he himself knew what was hidden under the lowered eyelids.

Silently watching Song Zhenhai leave the door, Mr. Song sighed, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Jiumei, maybe you are right, but among my descendants, the one who left is the most open minded, and what he sees in his eyes is not Song Zhenhai. One-third of the acre in the house—regret?! Maybe—no! No matter what, I won’t regret it! Your brother, you’re just so stubborn..."

(End of this chapter)