Rebirth of the Ultimate Rich Second Generation

Chapter 343

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?-cancel... the family's marriage policy??!"

Song Meiyuan was stunned for a while, seeing that Grandpa still had a calm smile, not as if he was joking, and finally said in surprise.

"Yeah." Old Ghost Song nodded slowly, the doting look in his eyes became more and more obvious, "When did Grandpa make a joke?-Hehe, I'm serious this time."

"grandfather……"

Song Meiyuan is not a silly girl, such a young girl who grew up next to her grandfather, it is impossible not to know her temper.

Old man Song, old ghost Song, Song Jiang.

A generation of ghost heroes in the capital.

He is a character who has never been able to ridicule. Although he is not a monarch, he has no jokes.

Relying on "marriage" to make a fortune is really a bit disagreeable. When Mr. Song gradually stepped into success, he was also suffering from the outside world. But later, his visionary style of doing things, as well as the style of one-character money, made him a big figure admired by everyone in the capital's wealthy circle.

Speaking of this, I have to mention the "Four Heavenly Kings" in Beijing.

As mentioned before, among the four heavenly kings in the capital, there are the current Patriarch of the Pan Family "King Pan", the current Patriarch of the Xu Family "Xu Qiannian", and Han Zhennan, the third "Business King" of the Han Family.

And the third place is the Song family's old man.

Father Song became famous late. After all, the family tradition and implementation policy of the marriage is a long-term plan and investment, and the results are relatively late. Therefore, he officially entered the top wealthy circle in Beijing when he was fifty. Then it took a few years to use his huge interpersonal relationship, unique vision and style of doing things, and gradually emerge in the circle of top wealthy talents, and then make everyone astonished.

At that time, it was the era when King Pan, Qianqian Xu, and the youngest Han rose strongly.

Therefore, in the ranks of the "Four Great Heavenly Kings", Mr. Song was naturally put in.

Note that the last mention of Mr. Song Song Jiang does not mean that he is the end of these four heavenly kings. -But the first place!

The head of the four heavenly kings, Song Jiang.

No one knows the heirs of the capital's wealthy families who were born and raised.

Although the other three were in the wrong generation with him, no one ridiculed him.

In other words, Mr. Song is a model of Chinese inspiration.

Few people in the world know what Old Man Song did when he was young.

He was born in the war era and his parents died. It is said that his ancestral home is in Foshan, a place where many heroes are born. Later, he was alone and alone, dragging his skinny body, and moved north to the Central Plains. At that time, he was only a teenager. To put it mildly, he inherited the belief in saving the country and the people, and his thin body. Carrying a tattered porcelain bowl picked up in a garbage dump, begging all the way to Nanjing.

With bad luck, he caught up with the cruel Nanjing Massacre. He was alone, holding a pig-killing knife from the village butcher’s house, and slaughtered more than twenty sleepy little devils overnight. . Then, when the enemy's aid did not arrive, he took three households in a village who had not been killed, and fled the run-down village that was being mopped up.

He was too young and too skinny to accept him in combat troops, so he made a handful of soil sprayers and followed the peasant guard from Nanjing to guerrilla warfare all the way to the north.

In this way, after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he did not sleep for days and nights in excitement.

However, what followed was a problem in life.

So he picked up the incomplete broken porcelain bowl and started begging. It was not until he arrived in the capital that he began to do coolies.

Between the ages of 20 and 30, he has done everything, such as dock pullers, stevedores, textile factory workers, and spinning mill security. When a natural disaster happened, he even shaved bark and ate it. Go to dig out manure.

Later, he finally found a stable job as a workshop worker in a machinery factory in Beijing. There, he met the important woman in his life, later his wife, Song Meiyuan, and Song Zhihan's grandmother.

After getting married, Song Jiang finally turned around. He followed a friend he met in the factory workshop and went to the south for business, where dragons and snakes were mixed. A few years later, he returned to the capital with hundreds of thousands of assets. Regrettably, the friends who went to the south with him to go to the sea were killed by a gang of robbers. And Song Jiang, almost confessed his life in the south, the scar on his back with the scar on the flowered iron hook is still on his back, lying quietly, and eternally telling the chaotic era of crazy and full of surprises. .

The so-called not dying in catastrophe, there must be blessings.

Song Jiang, who was in his prime of life, used his hundreds of thousands of assets to start his struggle for the capital city...

After that, things went smoothly. Unlike the home-grown giants in the capital, Song Jiang killed devils and dealt with death. There was a blood in his bones that belonged to the Chinese nation. With his momentum, he could live with that. The unique insight that comes with it, and the scenery and beauty occupy a place in the upper class society of Beijing.

In this way, it came to the present in an instant.

Mr. Song is like a deity among the wealthy in the capital.

The head of the four heavenly kings, for him who was born as a beggar, today's glory is so precious! rare!

Song Meiyuan heard the story about grandpa.

To be honest, no more than three people, old and young, in the entire Song family knew about the arduous struggle of the Song family.

Therefore, to his grandfather, Song Meiyuan, is the kind of respect and love that almost looks up.

"Girl, grandpa knows that the marriage tradition of our family has made many people despise. But it is such a tradition that has allowed our family to grow rapidly from a small upstart to where it is today. On the first day when grandpa came to Beijing From now on, Grandpa knew that everything was done here. At that time, Grandpa was eager to revitalize the family, so he chose such a crooked way...hehe..." At this point, Grandpa Song gently shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Grandpa, Meiyuan understands you." Song Meiyuan looked at Grandpa Song with a firm gaze, "If it weren't for the tradition set by Grandpa, our family would never have the status it is today."

"But... now, this tradition is going to be changed." Having said that, Father Song stood up, turned slightly, and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the tall and tall buildings, his face As if older, there was a faint smile on the wrinkled corners of his eyes, "Back then, our Song family was no better than now. As a nouveau riche, the delusion to enter the wealthy upper class circle is undoubtedly like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats.— —Now it’s different. We already have enough contacts. Although we can continue to expand, after decades or even hundreds of years, maybe our Song family will become the largest family in China. Grandpa thought, this has always been What I want most. But these days, Grandpa has figured out a lot of things, and Grandpa discovered... what Grandpa really wants is not this..."

Song Meiyuan could hear that, although her grandfather's favorite granddaughter, she rarely saw her grandfather showing such a sentimental melancholy appearance, and couldn't help subconsciously asking: "Then... Grandpa, what do you really want?"

Old Song Song suddenly smiled when he heard the words, his eyes filled with love, he recovered, and slowly walked to Song Meiyuan's side to sit down again, and then gently stroked the head of his precious granddaughter, and said kindly: "What Grandpa wants most...Of course it is the smile of the baby girl."

"Grandpa!" Hearing this, Song Meiyuan suddenly choked on her throat, feeling a burst of warmth in her chest. She was caught off guard, tears flowed in her beautiful eyes, and then burst into tears.

Touched, she suddenly slipped into grandpa's arms, just like when she was young, sniffing the smell of old tobacco on grandpa's body, listening to his grandfather's long history. At this moment, Song Meiyuan was no longer the heroine robber Song Xiaoniu, but a weak girl.

Grandpa has spoken, the family wants to change the tradition, just to make her granddaughter smile.

Song Meiyuan clearly felt this heavy father's love from her grandfather. In fact, Song Meiyuan's father treated his daughter well, but her father was just a mediocre mediocre under the brilliance of Song Jiang Song's success. Naturally, he did not have the courage and power of his grandfather. It is true that Song Meiyuan's father, not even the eldest son, is not a direct lineage, let alone the right to say something like "abolish the family marriage policy".

This is the foundation of the Song family. It was founded by Song Meiyuan's grandfather, Mr. Song, and it must be abolished through his own hands.

"Our family status is already very high now, so we don't need to do anything like marriage, which is too improvised. Grandpa has figured it out clearly. Any grand ambition is not as important as a family’s happiness." Grandpa Song said with a smile. Lightly wiped away the tears from Song Meiyuan’s face, "Little girl, such a big girl, why are you crying? Wipe it up. For today’s dinner, my grandfather is expecting my beautiful baby and granddaughter to make our old Song family face up. It."

"Grandpa, you said me again, your granddaughter is ugly..." Song Meiyuan burst into laughter when she heard grandpa's praise, but her expression was a little sad.

Mr. Song is a life-giving character, and the expression in his eyes is sharp, and you can see that Song Meiyuan's eyes are profound. ——The girl showed this look, it is clear that her heart belongs to...

"Oh?" Mr. Song smiled, "Girl, tell me, how is that young man?"

"Huh??" Song Meiyuan was taken aback when she heard the words, then a shyness flashed across her face, Hong Xia flew on her cheek, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa~~What are you talking about?"