Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Song Yunzun was leaning against the black car and smoking a cigar. Through the thick white smoke in front of him, a white and blue figure slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

A smile appeared on his lips and he took the cigar out of his mouth.

The boy in front of Jiuhuaju immediately ran up and held an ashtray.

The cigar went out in the ashtray.

Song Yunzun walked towards the two people.

His eyes fell on his father.

His face was glowing red, and he seemed to be having a good conversation.

Mr. Song waved to his youngest son and urged him to come over:

"Mr. Wu, this is my useless little son Song Yunxun. He didn't offend you, did he?"

Although he was laughing and cursing, the look in his eyes was clearly proud and doting.

According to rumors, among Mr. Song's three sons, only the youngest was the most loved by him.

The eldest son is a businessman and is a rare conscientious industrialist. The company and its products have a good reputation among the people.

The second son is in politics and is also a highly praised good official. He does not have the air of a playboy. Instead, he is humble and honest, and is incompatible with the people above him.

As for the younger son Song Yunxuan, whenever this name is mentioned, the people in Nanjing City can't help but pucker their lips to show contempt.

In their words, Song Yunzai was really Mr. Song's son. He looked like Mr. Song and was not a good person.

Judging from Mr. Song's appearance, the rumors are not false.

"Mr. Song was joking."

Cong Ye twitched the corner of his mouth lightly.

He doesn't like dealing with hypocritical people like Mr. Song.

The conversation between the two people was full of hypocrisy, but they still had to force a smile.

The pond in my heart felt like it had been muddied by someone, making me feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

"Yunxun, no one knows as much about the good places in Nanjing as you do. Please treat Mr. Wu well this afternoon!"

Mr. Song smiled and warned his youngest son, who was half a head taller than him.

"Mr. Wu is my distinguished guest!"

He laughed.

Cong Ye declined with a smile:

"Don't bother me. I have something to take care of this afternoon."

He refused so clearly, Mr. Song is not a fool.

Mr. Song immediately said: "Mr. Wu, please be busy first. When you are free, I will let Quanzi entertain you!"

Cong Ye smiled and thanked him, and got into the car Hongwen drove over.

The car starts.

The faces of Mr. Song and his son disappeared from Cong Ye's sight.

He leaned back in his chair and exhaled softly.

"How can a finance minister be so corrupt?"

Hongjing recalled Mr. Song's expression when he saw Jin Jin in the box just now, and couldn't help but complain.

Cong Ye: "In this world, only gold will not betray, so everyone wants gold."

The currency of the Republic of China will depreciate and paper money will become waste paper. Only gold will never change its value.

Hong Jing pursed his lips and said angrily: "What future does this kind of government have?"

Cong Ye glanced at him and said nothing.

Such a government certainly has no future.

Cong Ye cast his gaze out the window.

He didn't notice the problem for such a long time.

Is there really no movement at all over there?

Cong Ye tapped his knees with his fingers, thinking in his eyes.

The car stopped at the entrance of Chunshan Hall.

Cong Ye got out of the car and as soon as he opened the door, Mrs. Lan came to greet him.

"Have you had lunch?"

"I'll cook two dishes for you!"

Mrs. Lan wore an apron around her waist and looked at them worriedly.

Hongwen touched his flat belly and nodded quickly towards Mrs. Lan:

"I'm so hungry!"

Hong Jing asked Cong Ye: "Master, why don't you eat something? You didn't eat much in the box!"

Cong Ye nodded: "Okay."

Looking at Mr. Song's pig-headed face in the box, he really couldn't eat.

Mrs. Lan's face showed joy and she asked:

"Master, do you have any taboos?"

Cong Ye thought for a while, looked at her and said with a smile: "I have no taboos, I eat everything. I also lived through hard times when I was a child."

Hongwen wrinkled his nose, feeling a little strange.

The young master doesn't seem like someone who takes the initiative to reveal his information.

"Ah, I didn't expect that you, Master, have also endured hardships."

Mrs. Lan sighed and went to the kitchen.

Cong Ye looked at her back and sat on the stool in the front hall, his eyes falling on the Hongwen brothers:

"How did you find Mrs. Lan?"

Hongwen and Hongjing looked at each other.

Hongwen said truthfully:

"After we arrived in Nanjing, we first went to the government according to your instructions, young master. After completing the things you told us, we went to stay in a hotel. As it turned out, there were too many spies around the hotel. We couldn't get used to it, so we decided to Find a house hidden in an alley."

"We happened to meet Mrs. Lan at that time. She said that her husband died early and her son and daughter were separated. She lived alone and men would come to snatch her money from time to time. We helped her drive them away, and she let us stay."

"We also bought her house and hired her to take care of the children that Chunshan Hall will take in in the future."

Cong didn’t say anything.

What a coincidence.

Hongwen and Hongjing may not notice anything.

But he just felt something was wrong.

Cleverly intertwined.

"Come, come!"

Mrs. Lan came over carrying a dinner plate.

Inside is steaming hot fried rice.

While serving food to three people, she said:

"I was worried that you were starving, so I cooked you fried rice first, and I'll cook you two more dishes later!"

The aroma of fried rice hit his face, and Cong Ye smiled and stopped Mrs. Lan:

"Sister-in-law Lan, I can't even finish the food, so stop working so hard. Let's sit down and eat together!"

Hongwen and Hongjing's faces were already buried in their own plates. After hearing this, they quickly raised their heads and echoed:

"Yes! Mrs. Lan! Just sit down and eat together!"

Mrs. Lan wiped her hands in embarrassment and smiled:

"How can I do that? I'm just a cook, so I can't do it."

Hongwen and Hongjing looked at Cong Ye blankly, not knowing what to say.

Cong also smiled and said nonchalantly:

"It's a new society now. Everyone is equal. What's the difference? Sister-in-law Lan, just sit down."

Mrs. Lan sat down carefully and took a tentative look at Cong Ye.

"You are not in danger today, are you?"

Mrs. Lan asked as she ate slowly.

Hongwen shook his head: "No!"

Hong Jing frowned: "Although he is not in danger, the man named Song is not a good person either!"

"No!" He repeated seriously: "There are no good people under the surname Jiang! Except for his own little troubles all day long, he has no regard for the country and the people!"

At this point, Hongwen also got angry.

Some of his substitutes are not worth it, and the gold he gave away for substitutes is not worth it:

"Young man, you gave them so much money in order to save the country and the people, but looking at them, they probably have to put it into their own pockets!"

Mrs. Lan frowned involuntarily, her eyes showing distress.