Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 62 Yan Qin

The night is getting darker.

South of the city, Crown Club.

Yan Qin held down the wine glass and looked at the man toasting, "It's getting late, it's time to leave."

"What Young Master Qin said is that we've almost finished drinking and it's time to leave. Young Master Qin, let's go together?" The toasting man didn't want to miss the opportunity to build friendship.

Yan Qin raised the corners of his lips with a gentle smile, "Okay, I'll give you a ride."

Walking out of the clubhouse door, the outside was deserted and completely opposite to the hustle and bustle inside.

The sky was dark, with few stars visible. The faint starlight was extremely dim against the colorful night sky.

Apart from luxury cars parked in front of the door, there were not many people around.

The man who came down with Yan Qin and Jiang Zhengyang diligently helped them get into the car, then turned and walked in the direction where he parked his car.

Just as he opened the car door, someone grabbed his arm, covered his mouth and dragged him to the shadows.

The muffled sound of fists and feet hitting flesh could be heard in the dark, accompanied by the sound of struggling.

Yan Qin's car was still parked, leaning on the back seat, with his hands folded and the fingers of one hand tapping the back of his hand, as if playing his favorite music.

Jiang Zhengyang sat next to him, looking into the darkness, silently.

The black luxury car lurked quietly in the night, like a poisonous snake waiting to bite its prey, and the chill penetrated people.

It wasn't until the movement there subsided that Yan Qin stopped tapping his hand and said calmly to the driver, "Drive over."

The car lights came on, drove out slowly, and stopped at the designated spot.

Yan Qin lowered the window, took off his glasses and wiped them gently, "From now on, you must think first before speaking. After all, she is the woman who almost married me. Even if it doesn't work out, she is not someone like you who can get involved."

He didn't mention anyone by name, but it was enough for people to know who he was referring to.

Jiang Zhengyang, who had been quiet all this time, sighed and said to the people on the ground, "Stupid."

Song Ziyu hated Song Yueliang so much that when he got together with Yan Qin, he restrained himself from humiliating Song Yueliang excessively in front of Yan Qin. This person wanted to use Song Yueliang to enhance his sense of existence.

If you have no eyesight, then you are either a fool or something else.

The people on the ground were silent, and it was not clear whether they were unconscious or did not dare to say anything.

The car drives away.

Jiang Zhengyang asked, "Do you want a name?"

Yan Qin put on his glasses without raising his eyebrows, "Will I see him again in the future?"

"……Won't."

"Then it's still necessary to get to know each other?"

excuse me.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhengyang said again, "Young Master Qin, I have a question. You asked me to set up this bureau today. Did you know that Song Yueliang would come and came here to meet him by chance?"

Yan Qin closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, "It's just a whim."

Jiang Zhengyang thought about it. If he had known in advance that Song Yueliang would come, he wouldn't have had to wait for that idiot to remind him, only to find that Song Yueliang was in the booth opposite.

Besides, who is Yan Qin? Does he need such a humble chance encounter?

*

The next day, after receiving a call from Mr. Tang, Song Yueliang rushed to Xianren Villa.

The villa is located on Bagong Mountain in the southern suburbs of Huicheng, occupying half of the hilltop. It is privately owned by Mr. Tang.

A place to retire.

On weekdays, I often invite some old friends over to hang out, go fishing, and enjoy a pot of fragrant tea.

Since all the people coming and going here are rich and powerful, the security of the villa is very good.

Without the master's permission, outsiders would not be able to enter.

There isn't even a dog hole in this place.

Even though Song Yueliang has been a frequent visitor to the Villa for several years, he still has to be checked by the security guard at the gate every time he comes here.

Parking the car in front of the iron gate of the villa, opening the trunk of the car, and waiting for the security inspection, Song Yueliang paused for a moment at the towering flower wall in the right corner of the iron gate, and then retracted it.

She once stood under that flower wall for seventy-two hours.

In late autumn, in November, it rains heavily, and the rain is bone-chilling.

"Miss Song, you can go in."

The car window was knocked, Song Yueliang nodded and thanked the security guard, and drove the car into the slowly opening iron door.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Yueliang parked the car and went directly to the teahouse.

The teahouse is located in the east garden of the villa. It is a rockery with strange rocks, asparagus planted all over, and the running water in the mountains is turned into a stream. It is quiet, elegant and full of interest.

Mr. Tang likes to entertain guests here.

When I walked into Dongyuan, I saw Mr. Tang's assistant Tang Zheng waiting at the door of the teahouse.

He is in his forties, tall, wearing a black suit, his hair is meticulously combed, his face has been expressionless for many years, and he is taciturn.

I heard that he was adopted by Mr. Tang when he was a teenager and has been with Mr. Tang for more than 20 years.

"Uncle Zheng." Song Yueliang greeted as he approached.

Tang Zheng nodded and opened the wooden door of the tea room, "Miss Song, please come inside."

Indoors, the fragrance of tea overflows.

There was a low table made of red lacquer, with a red clay stove on top. The sound of boiling water came out of the purple clay pot, and the steam curled up.

The old man in front of the low table was wearing a Longevity Tang suit with long hair. He was sitting on a futon with a kind smile, but he could not hide the glint in his eyes.

Tang Lao, Tang Heyuan, is over seventy years old. He is also considered a legend in the circle.

He started from scratch and had no children in his life. He is a standard businessman and only talks about profit when interacting with others.

Although worldly, the worldly sophistication must be clearly understood.

This was also the reason why Song Yueliang came to him in the first place.

"Yueliang is here? Come here and try my newly brewed tea." Mr. Tang waved.

Song Yueliang stepped forward and sat down on the futon opposite him. The red tea liquid in the tea cup in front of her was fragrant and clear, "Thank you, Mr. Tang."

"You are still so polite to me." Mr. Tang smiled and shook his head, "Four years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I still clearly remember the scene when I first met you. Although you were down and out at that time, there was a sense of desperate courage and determination in your body.

Now I’m starting to temper my edge.”

Song Yueliang lowered his eyes, "I had no choice but to make a desperate move. I have always been grateful to Mr. Tang for his help."

"Girl, you are wrong about that. I am not helping you." He raised the lid of the cup and lightly skimmed the tea foam, and Mr. Tang smiled lightly.

"I am a businessman, and businessmen pursue profits. To be more precise, between you and me, I choose to invest in you, and you return me multiple rewards. For example, four years ago, I acquired Tai Fung Real Estate, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, and you

, revitalize Tai Fung Real Estate and put it on the market, and return it to my hands."

Song Yueliang raised her eyes and waited for the next words.

Mr. Tang glanced at her appreciatively, "You have spent four years proving your ability and my vision. So today, I choose to invest in you again and send you to the Song family. Girl, you won't let me

Am I disappointed?"

"Mr. Tang, please wait and see."

"Yes, young people should have this kind of spirit. Then tell me, what are your next plans?"

Song Yueliang's red lips parted slightly and she said, "Control."

"Don't you plan to gain the trust of the group's shareholders first? It will be a matter of course in the future?"

"When they are sufficiently disappointed with the Song family, the change of dynasty will naturally be a matter of course. It doesn't matter whether they trust me or not, as long as they trust the money."

Mr. Tang smiled and tapped Song Yueliang with his finger, "I'm waiting for you to get the Song family."

Then the conversation changed, "Your mother will be released from prison soon."

Song Yueliang paused slightly, "Yes. There are still three months."

"Well, when you found me, your mother's matter was a foregone conclusion. I can't obstruct justice, but I can still ensure that she is safe and sound before she comes out. Don't worry, what happened four years ago will not happen again."

It was still noon when Song Yueliang left the tea room, and her cup of tea was still there, untouched.

(End of chapter)