Rebirth of the Strongest Tycoon

It should have been the doorman who called Song Bo when he opened the door, so when Xia Yu stopped the car and got off under the leadership of the Song family's servants, he saw an old man walking towards him with a middle-aged man.

Xia Yu had seen Song Bo several times on some occasions, so he recognized him immediately, and the middle-aged man beside him, he had also seen the photos in the profile, and knew that it was Song Zhicheng, Song Bo's second son.

Song Bo had three wives, two sons and one daughter with Changfang, one son and two daughters with No.

The three sons are the eldest son Song Zhihui, the second son Song Zhicheng, and the third son Song Zhiming.

It's just that the eldest son, Song Zhihui, overreads his studies, and concentrates on scientific research and academia. He is not interested in doing business at all. Although Song Bo is helpless, he is not particularly disappointed. After all, it is not wrong to yearn for knowledge.

The third son, Song Zhiming, has mediocre abilities, and because he has studied abroad, he has acquired a lot of bad habits abroad. After returning to Hong Kong, he still cannot change it. Therefore, there are also many anecdotes in Hong Kong, and Song Bo is the most unpopular.

Compared with these two sons, the second son, Song Zhicheng, stands out, at least he is interested in doing business.

It's just that Xia Yu heard that Song Zhicheng was only in the middle of the same generation.

As for whether the comments he heard are true or not, Xia Yu has not had direct contact with them before, so it is not easy to make more comments.

But now, this time, it can be observed.

"Mr. Song, I'd like to trouble you to greet me in person, I'm guilty of my sins!"

With a smile on his face, Xia Yu walked towards Song Bo at a slightly faster pace, said apologetically, and shook hands with Song Bo while speaking.

Song Bo showed a warm smile, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, and said kindly: "Mr. Xia's words are not good, your arrival makes the poor house shine, this is a great blessing for my Song family!"

Xia Yu said with a smile: "Old man, you are holding it up. I can't compare to you. I am here this time with the idea of ​​​​being in the blessing of the Song family."

Hearing Xia Yu's words made Song Bo feel at ease, he laughed and said, "Haha, Mr. Xia, your own fortune is the best in Hong Kong, I should be the one who shares your fortune."

After he finished speaking, he introduced his son to Song Bo: "Mr. Xia, this is the dog's Zhicheng, and he is not very good. I hope you can give me some pointers."

"Hello, Mr. Xia!"

Song Zhicheng smiled and extended his hand to say hello to Xia Yu.

However, Xia Yu, who was observant, still found that Song Zhicheng's smile was a little awkward. Obviously, he didn't agree with his father's words and was a little unconvinced.

He was thirty-eight years old, and he couldn't even hear the deep meaning of his father's words.

Xia Yu shook his head secretly in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He said enthusiastically and modestly: "Tiger father has no dog son, sir, you are too modest."

"I've heard of Brother Song's name long ago, but it's a pity that I haven't seen it. It's a great blessing to meet you today!"

"Brother Song, there will be opportunities to communicate more in the future!"

Song Zhicheng smiled more this time. He said humbly, "Mr. Xia's achievements are far ahead of me. I should learn more from you."

Song Bo suddenly patted his forehead lightly, and said ashamedly, "Look at me, I have a poor memory, and I am so happy that I have forgotten that the current occasion is wrong. It is really inappropriate for the distinguished guests to stand at the door."

"Mr. Xia, please come in!"

Xia Yu smiled lightly and made a gesture of invitation and said, "You can do whatever you want, sir, please come first!"

"Mr. Xia, you are a distinguished guest, together, please!"

...

Soon, Xia Yu took Li Wuming to the living room of the Song family and sat down. He looked at the layout of the Song family's house.

The furnishings in the living room are neat and upright, with dark brown bogu shelves symmetrically constructed. The desk cabinet is inlaid with brass, which vaguely echoes the metal screen. The flowers in the decorative paintings are quiet and elegant, as if floating a dark fragrance, which is in harmony with the naturally carved tea table. The aroma of tea is intertwined, and a huge plaque is hung on the central wall of the living room, with the words "Quiet and Zhiyuan" written on it.

This layout is worthy of the characteristics of the Song family's scholarly heirloom.

When the servant was making tea, Xia Yu said with admiration: "Master, the layout of your living room is simple and elegant, with a long charm. You have spent a lot of time and effort! Living in this environment for a long time will naturally make you feel relaxed and happy, at least you can live longer. decades!"

Song Bo said cheerfully: "I spent a lot of effort on this layout, but I am also limited in my ability, that is, relying on a few years of antiques to improve the grade, I can't compare to you, Mr. Xia, if you want to arrange it, you can definitely be more elegant than me. several times."

"You can build the Jiuding Cultural Museum with a lot of money, there is no reason why your family will be poor, haha..."

Xia Yu smiled and shook his head in denial: "It's not the same, it's not the same..."

At this moment, the tea was ready, Song Bo made a gesture of invitation and said, "Mr. Xia, please use the tea, try my Biluochun, this is the new tea produced this year, specially brought back from Suzhou by someone. The best of them all!"

"Then I'll have to try it out."

Xia Yu stopped laughing, took a deep sniff from the teacup, and praised directly, "Fragrant!"

Then he took another sip of the fine product and praised it: "The fragrance is frightening, the mouth is fresh and fresh, and it is sweet after drinking, good tea!"

Song Bo's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Mr. Xia is indeed very knowledgeable, and he has a deep understanding of Biluochun. Compared with you, my kid is much worse."

Song Zhicheng, who was drinking tea silently, didn't expect to be belittled by his father again in front of Xia Yu, who was not a few years older than his son. He felt embarrassed and shouted, "Dad."

Song Bo glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Why, you still feel unconvinced? Just say this Biluochun, you haven't fully understood it for so many years, Mr. Xia pointed out the essence and allusions of Biluochun in one sentence. ."

"Because Biluochun was produced in the area of ​​Dongting Mountain in Suzhou, it was formerly known as Dongting Tea, also known as Dongting Biluochun, but in the local folk, it is also called scary fragrance. According to legend, there was a nun who went up the mountain for a spring tour and picked a few pieces of tea, which smelled wonderful after brewing the tea. It is fragrant, and blurts out that the tea is fragrant and fragrant, so the local people call this tea "frightening fragrant". In the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Kangxi tasted this soup with green color and curling like snails during his inspection. The famous tea was highly appreciated, but I felt that the name 'scaring and fragrant' was indecent, so it was titled 'Biluochun', and the name has been passed down to this day."

"Mr. Xia said, 'The fragrance is fragrant'..."

Watching Song Bo's performance and Song Zhicheng's performance, Xia Yu smiled secretly in his heart, and had a more intuitive understanding of Song's father and son.

Song Bo is an old fox. From the beginning of the meeting to the present, he has been subtly and cautiously paving the way, secretly guarding against Xia Yu, leaving a way for himself to talk, and at the same time, he is constantly improving his relationship with Xia Yu. it is good.

I didn't say anything before entering the room. For example, I seized the opportunity to comment on this tea now, and combined the social art of "respecting oneself and respecting others, showing shame and pulling relatives", trying to narrow the distance between the two sides quietly once again.

It's a pity that the protagonist is a good protagonist, but the supporting role is not. Song Zhicheng didn't understand his father's deep intentions, but he couldn't let go, wasting his father's good intentions.

Judging by the wisdom and shrewdness that Song Zhicheng has shown now, whether Yu Xiayu can hold on to his success cannot be concluded for the time being, but he does not seem to be a pioneering and enterprising person.

Compared with him, the sons of Bao Yugang's son-in-law Wu Guangzheng, Huo Yingdong's son, Li Jiacheng, Li Zhaoji, Zheng Yu and other sons that Xia Yu has met are much better.

Seeing his son's embarrassed expression, it seemed that he was a little disappointed with his son Song Zhicheng's performance. Song Bo simply ignored him and chatted with Xia Yu instead.

Xia Yu's long sleeves were good at dancing, and his words were flattering, which made Song Bo, who was in a bad mood, laugh from time to time, and the atmosphere became warm again.

Seeing Song Bo's delay in asking about his intentions, Xia Yu secretly murmured an old fox, and then found an opportunity. After Song Bo laughed, his face turned straight, and he immediately said, "Master Song, I'm here to disturb you this time, because I have a business to discuss. Please help me with one or two."

Song Bo froze in his heart, put down the teacup he had just held, looked at Xia Yu calmly, and asked, "I don't dare to support you, Mr. Xia might as well tell me what it is. If it can be done, I will naturally be happy to help."

After that, he added in a joking tone: "If it is beyond my ability, I will do my best."

Xia Yu couldn't help being a little speechless when he spoke so cautiously in the scene.

He just pretended he didn't hear the latter sentence, and said with a light smile: "Master Song, it's not difficult, I heard that the Song family holds a 16% stake in Cathay Pacific Airways, I hope you can do me a favor. Sell ​​it to me, and I will definitely not let you suffer in terms of price!"

Although Xia Yu used the word "heard" euphemistically, he directly pointed out the number of shares he held, and in fact did not give the Song family a chance to shirk their denial.

But Song Bo is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. His expression was stagnant, and his face was embarrassed.

Xia Yu leaned forward slightly, kept a smile, and further said: "Father, this shouldn't be difficult, after all, as far as I know, the Song family has no interest in aviation, even if they hold 16% of Cathay Pacific's shares. , and only dispatched a director to supervise the finances in a regular manner, and it seems that he does not care about the business of the company."

"Since that's the case, why don't you do me a favor and sell the equity to me. You always concentrate your resources on developing other core businesses."

"Ten birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand, don't you think?"

ps: I worked overtime again and came back at 11:00. It was only a few minutes before I finished writing this chapter. There was nothing I could do. I had to get up and go to work at 7:00 in the morning...

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