Escape from the Ghost

Before Li Zhaoling came to Mucheng University to teach, he basically hid in the ground.I have nothing to write and write, and I have nothing to do, and I will never climb up to pretend to be a person when it is not necessary or necessary, especially when I see Xia Houyong who is compared with a serious person, he looks like a thick-skinned pimp. In the big dye vat of the Municipal Bureau, Erwulang will never be able to speak a few human words.

To sum up Lord Zhao Lingjun’s life, he was a savage for the first ten years, and a savage around Song Muzhi for the next seven or eight years. In the following years, he has been burrowing underground and living as a primitive man of modern civilization.Therefore, the direct objective effect is that in the short and long time of his life, he did not understand at all the happiness that the world of flowers brings to everyone in the world.

In the realm, he has seen thousands of people clinging to life and death because they were reluctant to part with money and power. Li Zhaoling quickly cut through the mess and let him cry like a wolf and tiger. Empathize with these dramas.

Therefore, the concept of being rich only stays at this moment.He looked at the four big men in black suits and black sunglasses in front of him, starting from getting in the car, accompanying Song Yi to speak carefully all the way, until they entered the villa, these people respectfully withdrew and guarded the door.

Li Zhaoling frowned and asked, "What do these people do?"

"Bodyguards, but not to protect me, there should be guests in a while."

Li Zhaoling asked cautiously: "Guest, who is it?"

Song Yi rubbed his neck, leaned on the sofa and said casually: "My dad's old friend." He stood up and took Li Zhaoling's hand and led him into the room, deliberately changing the subject and saying, "It's not someone important. .”

After returning to the villa last time, Song Yi asked the nanny to clean it every two days. Although the room was big, every corner was cleaned up spotlessly.Li Zhaoling followed Song Yi into the study room, watched him take out an ancient book with a blue bound binding thread from the drawer, and said: "I found this in my father's room, because I can't understand the words on it, so Keep throwing it away."

Li Zhaoling flipped through it hastily, and said: "This is something from the last period of the Warring States Period. Someone wrote a book based on the tactics, formations, and weapons of that time. Look, there are armors used by generals, battle halberds, and... Luan?"

Song Yi asked: "Is that the brush with the golden dragon engraved on it?"

Li Zhaoling shared the book and said: "I remember you never said why Yinluan is in your hands?"

Song Yi glanced at the display of cultural relics on the shelf and said, "My dad has always liked to collect antiques, especially things from the Warring States period. Yinluan should be one of his new collections. He handed Yinluan to the History Department of Mucheng University. An old professor at the hospital did an appraisal, and he went to get this pen on the day of the car accident."

"and after?"

Song Yi looked at Li Zhaoling and said, "After the car accident, the Yinluan pen disappeared."

Li Zhaoling frowned and asked, "Disappeared?"

Song Yi said little by little: "I remember very clearly when the car accident happened. The pen was packed in a mahogany box, and I sat in the co-pilot and held it with my own hands."

Li Zhaoling asked again: "Who is the person doing the appraisal?"

"It's Professor Wang De who taught ancient history before you."

A voice from the broadcast suddenly sounded in the study: "Mr. Song, hello, there are visitors at the door, Wu Jingfang, Mr. Wu, can you open the door?"

"Let him come in." After Song Yi finished his answer, he told Li Zhaoling, "Wait for me in the study. I'll see someone, and I'll be here in a while."

Li Zhaoling took Song Yi's hand and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Song Yi held him back and said, "No, don't worry...it won't be too long."

Li Zhaoling nodded: "Okay."

After Song Yi finished speaking, she walked towards the living room.Walking through the corridor, the visitor was already sitting on the sofa.

The man looked to be in his fifties, with a fat head and bald ears.The gray suit was well-tailored, because it was pressed under the thick flesh, and there were many unnecessary folds in the bent places.He looked very calm, he didn't look like he was a guest, but he seemed to be at home.

Song Yi smiled, with a steady and reserved expression, and said, "Uncle Wu, you are here."

Wu Jingfang was still thinking about whether he should pretend to be polite, but when he saw Song Yi sitting calmly, he instantly understood what the other party meant, raised his short and thick eyebrows pretendingly, and went straight to the point and said: "Since After your father's accident, the company was very busy, so I should have come to see you long ago. I happened to know that you were coming back today, so I came to see you because of work. "

Song Yi glanced at the two men in black suits guarding the door, and said, "It seems that the security of the community should be re-planned, otherwise how could the residents' information be leaked so easily? Don't you think so?"

Wu Jingfang didn't expect Song Yi to speak so directly, so he laughed awkwardly and said, "I need it for work! I need it for work!"

Song Yi didn't answer his words, and said directly: "What's the matter with you this time?"

On Wu Jingfang's fat and greasy face, two mung bean eyeballs rolled around and said, "Since you ask that, I won't be too polite. I want all the remaining shares of Anjia Real Estate in your hand." Seeing that Song Yi didn't answer, he added, "Now Anjia Real Estate is no longer what it was when Brother Song was there. Besides, you know very well that [-]% is of no use at all."

Hearing this, Song Yi raised his mouth slightly, leaned back slightly on the armrest of the sofa, looked at Wu Jingfang calmly, and said, "In terms of business, real estate projects are very popular in all industries, why should I sell them?" ?”

Song Yi's meaning is obvious, look at the money and not the love.When Wu Jingfang heard this, he immediately relaxed and said, "Since you think about it this way, it will be much easier to talk about. I am willing to pay more than twice the market price for the acquisition. What do you think?" His voice was very soft, and when it came to the price Deliberately slowing down the accent everywhere, with the usual sophistication of a businessman.

Song Yi was not in a hurry to answer, and raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a bit high, and he changed into a single-layer household T-shirt as soon as he entered the door. It was Wu Jingfang who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his chubby face was slightly reddened by the steam.He subconsciously raised his right hand to loosen the tie, put his palm on his thigh, and rubbed it gently.

Song Yi saw his every move, and said two words in a flat tone: "Three times."

"You..." Wu Jingfang obviously couldn't accept it, winked and almost jumped up from the sofa.

Of course Song Yi knew how outrageous the price he was asking was?However, when he saw the panic-stricken look of the greasy man in front of him, he still found it very funny and admired it unhurriedly.

Wu Jingfang said in a good voice: "Look... Xiao Song, I watched you grow up, and now Brother Song is gone..."

Song Yi interrupted coldly: "Three times, there is no need to discuss, you can think about it yourself."

"You..." Wu Jingfang was used to the intrigue in the mall. It had been many years, and no one dared to do it in front of him. Besides, Song Yi was still a kid. He stood up and walked around with his hands behind his back, saying, "When your father was around, he didn't dare to speak to me like that. I advise you not to be too greedy."

Song Yi restrained the anger in his heart, showed a flat smile, and said, "Why is Uncle Wu angry? You know, I'm not as pedantic as my father. As long as the price is right, what can't be sold in this world? I heard , you have done a lot for the third phase of the Jingtaiyuan project recently. When the first phase is completed, we all know how much the company's stock price will rise. I think the third phase will definitely be better than before under your management. When the time comes Not to mention three times, ten times is possible. If you are not willing to acquire today, I can save the new project and launch it, and I will be honored."

Wu Jingfang sat back on the sofa, sneered, and said, "So you came prepared?"

"You're welcome." Song Yi shrugged and continued: "From your point of view, the acquisition is now the best time. My dad's business has basically come to an end. Anjia Real Estate has completely changed hands. Let's release some news tomorrow. Find some financial planners to imagine the future, and bring out the good news of the two Jingtaiyuan projects. You can make a lot of money immediately, so why should I care about this little money? Of course, the most important thing is... from tomorrow , you are the real owner of the company, I think, this is what you dream of, I know my dad, he is kind-hearted..."

Wu Jingfang watched Song Yi's eyes getting straighter and straighter. He didn't expect that the young boy in front of him, whether he looked at problems or human nature, was so thorough and realistic that it made people chill. He pointed at Song Yi and nodded. He took out his phone and dialed, "Xiao Xue, send in the contract."

The door opened, Xue Fei hurried in with a briefcase in his arms, took out the contract and handed it to Wu Jingfang, he deliberately avoided Wu Jingfang's gaze, and winked at Song Yi.

After signing the contract, Wu Jingfang graciously took the initiative to cover his hands as a gesture of goodwill, saying: "The green comes out of the blue."

Song Yi stretched out his hand and said, "You're being polite."

The moment the two came into contact, Song Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the scene in front of him suddenly dissipated.In the dim light, mottled blood stains filled the eyes on the ground and the wall. Kneeling beside the TV wall was a fat gray figure. His sight flashed by, lighting up the small bloody words on the wall.

Song Yi was dazed, he frowned and looked at Wu Jingfang in horror.Wu Jing Fangyi was immersed in his victory, sneered, grabbed Song Yi's hand and approached, and said in a low voice: "20 years, I have been waiting for this day for 20 years, Anjia Real Estate has never been so good since the beginning. The surname is Song, I just want to take back what belongs to me." He let go, patted Song Yi on the shoulder, and said, "I didn't expect that you are much more interesting than your father!"

Wu Jingfang signaled to Xue Fei with his eyes, Xue Fei quickly put the contract into his bag, hurriedly followed Wu Jingfang's footsteps, and walked out the door.

boom--

The door slammed shut, and the living room returned to tranquility in an instant, leaving only Song Yi standing where he was.

In my impression, it was the night of the summer vacation of the sophomore year. Song Yi drank until dawn before groping into the house in a daze, walking into the aisle with his footsteps hovering.He caught a glimpse of Song Weizhong's study room through the crack of the door. He was so drunk that he pushed the door open unexpectedly.

Song Weizhong sat sideways on the sofa in front of the table, and he spread out the documents on the table.He held a cigarette tremblingly between his index and middle fingers, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.His back is hunched, and his normal haircut is casually drooping in front of his forehead. Against the dim yellow sitting lamp, the projection casts three-dimensionally on his face, making his wrinkles appear particularly deep.

Song Yi had never seen such a decadent and aging father. In his memory, this man was so old that he was dazzling.

Song Weizhong noticed the sound at the door, raised his eyes to see Song Yi, and was directly choked by the half-puff of smoke that he didn't spit out. After coughing a few times, he turned his back and wiped his eyes, and turned to Song Yi and said: "You're back?"

"Hmm..." Song Yi thought about it, walked into the study, and asked, "About the company..."

Song Weizhong stuck the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and his knuckles turned suddenly white from the force.He stood up on his knees, walked to the door, and said in a deep voice: "I wanted to leave the company to you, but I was afraid that there would be no chance. Dad is useless, so I can't be cruel..." He spoke very calmly, only a little bit at the end. Softened the sound.

Song Yi looked at Song Weizhong's bloated and old back, and his heart was filled with unspeakable sourness.The success and glory of a mature man's life can now be summed up in three words - I am useless.

Li Zhaoling came out of the study after hearing the door of the living room closing.Seeing Song Yi standing beside the sofa with his eyes staring blankly, he called out in a low voice, "Song Yi..."

Song Yi didn't seem to hear it. When Li Zhaoling approached, he realized that his eyes were red.

Li Zhaoling held his hand and asked softly, "What happened?"

Song Yi's hand was trembling slightly all the time, and he suddenly came back to his senses, holding on to Li Zhaoling tightly.The next moment, he let go of his hand and took a step back, stammering, "I... I'm fine... I just sent away a bad guy."

Li Zhaoling looked towards the door, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he turned his head, he put on a relaxed smile on purpose and said, "Let's go, show me your home."

"Ah? Oh..."

Song Yi was obviously distracted, and led Li Zhaoling to his bedroom. Standing at the door, he suddenly stopped, lowered his head and asked, "The bad guys... all deserve to die?"

The sharpness in Li Zhaoling's eyes flashed past, and he said calmly, "Death is neither good nor bad. It's fate."

"Well, I understand."

After Song Yi finished speaking, she raised her head again and pushed open the bedroom door.