Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

In the hotel, Lawyer Ma hung up the phone and smiled contemptuously: "Just call him a country bumpkin. Sure enough..."

The assistant asked curiously: "Did that person named Zhao agree to betray him?"

"That's 80,000 yuan. How much is his monthly salary?"

Lawyer Ma looked in the mirror and straightened his hair, which was half a bottle of Moss, and said with disdain: "In this shabby place like Xihai, the wages of factory workers are only four to five hundred yuan. Even if Zhao Changping can earn eight hundred yuan a month, Without eating or drinking, it would take him ten years to save 80,000 yuan.”

Now I'm giving him 80,000 yuan at a time, why can't Zhao Changping agree to it?

The assistant was a little worried and asked: "But... the big boss gave 100,000 yuan. We only gave 80,000 yuan..."

"I don't need to be paid for all the time I spend talking?"

Lawyer Ma took out five hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to his assistant: "Take this. Remember, keep your mouth shut."

"Yes……"

After Song Yang received the good news from Lawyer Ma, he immediately went to the Song family's old residence.

"Cough cough cough -" As soon as she got off the car, she heard Mrs. Song coughing violently.

Since the engagement party turned into a farce, the Li family has frequently made trouble in the Song family's business, and Song Xu refused to let go and agreed to the marriage. Mrs. Song was furious and her physical condition was getting worse and worse.

"Old lady."

Song Yang entered the hall and nodded to the old lady sitting on the Taishi chair.

"How did you come?"

Mrs. Song covered her mouth with a handkerchief and stared at the people who came in with gloomy eyes.

Sitting on both sides were Song Tai'an, Song Taiding, and Song Yu.

Song Yang glanced at the people and smiled: "Old madam, everyone is here, why can't I come?"

"Grandma didn't ask you to come. Why did you come here by yourself?"

Song Yu didn't think it was a big deal and teased: "You ruined the engagement party last time, but you still had the nerve to show up!"

"Song Yu, who do you think you are?"

Song Yang roared angrily, "You, a loser, have the nerve to show up. Why should I be embarrassed?"

"Song Yang!"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"..."

Song Yang was fierce and did not give in at all.

After just one round, Song Yu was speechless.

There's no way, he's such a waste.

"Song Yang, you don't have to be fierce, Ayu."

Song Taiding spoke slowly, assuming the posture of an elder: "If he hadn't been injured, the Song family's business would have been taken over a long time ago. Even if it didn't work well, I wouldn't be despised by you like this."

"Besides." Song Taiding cleared his throat and continued: "You did take care of a lot of things. But you didn't do it well. You made such a big mistake at the engagement party, so we didn't laugh at you, right?"

Song Yang clenched his fists, his expression extremely ugly.

Last time something happened at Song Xu and Li Sisi's engagement party, Song Xu was safe and sound, but this incident became the biggest stain in his life.

At this moment, he didn't blame Song Taiding and his son for grabbing his pigtails, he only blamed Song Xu and Xia Chutang for being too cunning, causing his reputation to be ruined for the rest of his life.

"Okay. I called you here to discuss family matters."

Mrs. Song interrupted the uncle and nephew, "I've been getting worse and worse recently, and it's time for the Song family to be left to you."

Hearing this, the hall became extremely quiet.

The four members of the Song family straightened their backs and looked at Mrs. Song with intense eyes.

"Originally, I wanted to hand it over to Xu'er. But that child always had a grudge against the Song family because of his mother's death."

"This time, even the Li family has been offended."

"If he manages the Song family, you won't be convinced either. When I wait a hundred years, the Song family will be torn apart and will no longer be glorious."

When Mrs. Song said this, she changed the topic: "But... you two father and son, I don't think you can choose a capable and courageous person to take over the family."

Song Tai'an was playing with beads in his hand. When he heard this, his fingers stopped and he looked at his mother: "Old madam, since you look down on us so much. What are you doing today?"

He didn't come here just to hear how poorly he was judged.

"Mom! The third child is having fun outside with that woman, and his son is a rebellious boy. If you don't leave the Song family to me and eldest brother, who else do you want to give it to?"

Song Taiding spoke directly and unconvinced: "Is it possible that you still want to give it to that little bastard?"

Mrs. Song's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but she couldn't say anything in reply.

After glaring at Song Taiding, Mrs. Song continued: "Our Song family is a family of merchants. I have thought about it. As long as whoever has the ability to make money, then whoever has the final say in the Song family will have the final say."

"In half a year, whoever of you earns 20 million first, I will hand over the Song family to him. The other party must not have any objections."

Song Tai'an breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Okay."

"I can do it here too."

Song Taiding looked at the opposite side and provoked: "Brother, your family has a great cause, please let me."

Song Tai'an had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Each of you depends on your ability. If I really let you go, would you be embarrassed?"

Song Taiding's business is in the entertainment industry, and he has a bit of a Jianghu aura.

Instead of being angry when he heard this, he put on a stern posture: "Then what's the shame? You are so stingy, brother, how could you let me? Tsk."

Song Tai'an scratched the opposite brother with a knife-like look and snorted coldly: "Both each other. You are not a generous person either."

"Okay. Instead of bickering here, you can go make money."

Mrs. Song was upset after hearing this, and a cough made her look even more weak.

Song Tai'an stood up and said, "See you in half a year. I hope mother can prepare the handover procedures."

On the other side, Song Taiding also stood up with his big belly swaying, turned around and walked out with his son.

When the eldest and second sons left in the car, Mrs. Song spoke up and asked in a decadent and tired voice: "Chen Sheng, do you think this is really okay?"

The housekeeper standing next to the old lady bowed and replied: "Madam, survival of the fittest. As long as the two of them show results, then whoever you will hand over to the Song family will be handed over to you. This is also an explanation to the ancestors of the Song family."

"Hey - I hope so."

Mrs. Song coughed, "As long as the Song family doesn't fall into my hands, then I won't be punished by my ancestors when I go down."

The housekeeper smiled warmly and said with relief: "Madam, you won't have to worry about this for a few decades. For now, take good care of your health first."

"Chen Sheng, you are the only one who can speak. Okay, you go and do your work. I'm going to rest too."

Mrs. Song patted the housekeeper on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You followed me from the Chen family to the Song family for decades..."

"Madam, this is all as it should be." Chen Sheng always bowed his back and his attitude was extremely respectful.

Mrs. Song looked pleased and left with the help of her servant.

When the footsteps faded away, Chen Sheng slowly straightened his back, turned around and walked towards the back door of the house.

A very ordinary car parked at the door.

Chen Sheng looked around and quickly got into the car: "Master Xu. The matter has been settled."

Song Xu pushed a prepared black suitcase over: "This is one million. According to your request. There are two houses in Beijing. Each one is 90 square meters."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu!" Chen Sheng's hands were trembling.

Song Xu's peach blossom eyes were bent, with a slight smile on her lips: "It's me who should thank Uncle Sheng."

If Chen Sheng hadn't proposed the "half-year agreement", how could Mrs. Song easily adopt this approach?

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Chen Sheng kept bending down, like a chicken eating rice, looking very funny: "Master Xu still has orders, just go ahead and do the work."

"No need for now." Song Xu put his fingers on his knees and lightly said, "You have to take good care of the old woman. If she can't see this big show, then I will find it very boring."

"Yes--"

The car quickly left Song's house, and no one noticed the car driving away from the back door.

After all, there are usually many delivery vehicles of various kinds at the back door of Song House, but this one is not conspicuous.

Cheng Dehai glanced in the rearview mirror. Chen Sheng, whose hair had almost fallen out, was still standing there watching their car leave.

"Master, how did you convince him?"