Steel Tycoon Reborn

It was almost five o'clock, and the sun was hanging diagonally in the sky, but the temperature was still unbearably hot.

Shen Huai didn't want her sister-in-law to be embarrassed, but she couldn't rush to the Beijing Municipal Office at this time to ask Chen Bing and others to see the clue, and walked into the alley, not knowing which direction to go for a while.

Although Shen Huai had lived in Yanjing for a few years before, he was also left in a boarding school, rarely had contact with the Song family, and rarely entered Yanjing City. In the past seven or eight years, Yanjing's urban construction has also been very vigorous, and its appearance has changed a lot. Shen Huai's memory of this area is even more blurred.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Shen Huai felt very unfamiliar for a while, not knowing exactly where he was standing.

Shen Huai knew that her aunt Song Wenhui had been allocated a small courtyard when she returned to the city, which should be here. However, before the 1990s, regardless of their high status, the living environment of small courtyard houses was generally poor, so my aunt and uncle moved to the house assigned by the electricity department, which is the apartment in the morning.

After my sister-in-law was transferred to the Southeast Power Construction Group, the apartment was vacant. At about the same time, Yanjing City has focused on the transformation of the courtyard area, and it is also the area where the families of ministries and military commissions live together to benefit first. The living conditions on the Siheyuan Hutong side have been greatly improved, and the public security conditions are by no means comparable to those of ordinary residential areas. My sister-in-law and the others will live here occasionally when they return to Yanjing.

This place looks very ordinary, but occasionally passing cars, either Audi or Cadillac, you know that the people living here are really rich or expensive. For this reason, luxury cars such as Audi and Cadillac, which usually show off their power in other places, are very disciplined here. Although there was no obvious sign of prohibiting honking in the alley, Shen Huai stood here for three or five minutes. The cars passing by were all silent, and the drivers looked at him with a special "kindness" in their eyes. After all, on the side of the road, I am afraid that any old man or woman who rides a bicycle or walks with a vegetable basket may also be a big tiger who cannot be offended.

On both sides of the alley are neatly arranged courtyard houses, sandwiched by narrow and smooth asphalt roads. In the summer evening, there is a unique quietness in the busy city.

Shen Huai walked to the entrance of the alley and saw that the main street of Xidan was on the outside. Only then did he see an inconspicuous metal sign with "Xisi East Alley" written on the side wall of the alley. Above is the mansion where the old man lives.

Shen Huai was afraid that the little aunt and the little uncle might pass by here to the mansion later. When he saw a bookstore at the entrance of the alley, he turned around and walked in.

The front of the bookstore is very small, but the depth inside is very large, the light is a little dim, the ceiling fan is whirring overhead, there is a table in the corner, and an old man in his sixties is sitting there drinking tea, looking like a is the owner.

There were no other customers in the store, and the owner was also leisurely. Seeing Shen Huai walking in, he just nodded and smiled, as a greeting.

There is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger here. No one knows whether the old man in front of him is a relative of a zhōngyāng boss or someone else. Shen Huai didn't dare to neglect, and smiled, nodded and walked to the bookshelf in the back row to look for books.

Walking to the back row, Shen Huai discovered that the books sold here were of very high quality. Obviously, the shopkeepers had carefully selected them before purchasing them. There were also many professional economic books in foreign languages, which made people suspect that the shopkeepers had a very high level of education. This bookstore opened after retirement.

Whether it is Donghua or the bookstores and libraries in the provincial capital, professional books, especially some monographs in foreign languages, are still too lacking. When Shen Huai came to Yanjing this time, he planned to visit Xidan Bookstore, the largest bookstore in China, to find some books on industry and economics.

Shen Huai was like a treasure, so he picked out a large pile of books first, then found a corner and carefully selected them. Many Western monographs are obscure and difficult, and it is extremely difficult to sort out the context in a short period of time, requiring a high degree of concentration.

"You sit and watch slowly..." The owner handed over a folding chair and said kindly.

Shen Huai said, took the chair and sat down. The owner did not interfere with Shen Huai's selection of books, and quietly returned to his original place, sitting there drinking tea leisurely.

I don't know how long it took to hear the shop owner greet people outside: "Cui Lao, just came back and ran around?" Acquaintances, he buried his head and continued to pick books.

It wasn't until he felt a figure stop in front of him that Shen Huai raised his head suspiciously, and saw the eccentric old man on the train staring at him.

Shen Huai didn't expect him to live nearby, but it's normal to think about it, after all, a black Audi picked him up at the station. Shen Huai stood up and greeted with a smile: "Old man, you just returned to Yanjing, why do you have time to visit the bookstore?"

"Everyone in the family is talking nonsense, I really don't want to listen to it; is there any other place to go besides here?" It was probably what happened on the train, which made the old man have a good impression, and the tone of his speech was more relaxed than when he first met on the train. Many, but his eyes are still sharp, he glanced at Shen Huai, and then glanced at Shen Huai's hand and the stack of books stacked alone on the bookshelf next to him, and said, "Young man, how about you? "

"I'm in the opposite situation to the old man, probably because my family doesn't want to listen to my nonsense, so I had to come here to pass the time," Shen Huai said with a smile, seeing the old man looking at him again, feeling strange, "Old man, you know me?"

"I felt like you on the train, but now I see that you also live in Xisi Lane, that is, the more you look, the more you look like." The old man stared at Shen Huai and asked, "Is your surname Song?"

Shen Huai knew that he looked simple in clothes these days, but the old man who was traveling on a soft sleeper couldn't be an ordinary person. He thought that as long as he lived on Xisi Street, he would have known the Song family to some extent, and said with a smile: "My grandfather is Song Hua, old man, Do you know my grandfather?"

The old man seemed to have a sensitive nerve to pick it up, his face tensed, and he said, "A ghost knows Song Hua? I only know that the second child of the Song family is a powerful character..."

Shen Huai was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to meet someone who had a feud with the Song family. He was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Although it is publicized in China that the friendship of the older generation of revolutionaries is stronger than gold, but Shen Huai is somewhat aware that the older generation is actually entangled with grievances and grievances, especially in the several movements after liberation, there are many internal struggles, and it is also the formation of different factions since the reform. one of the main sources.

Judging from the age of the old man, he was in his seventies but less than eighty. He should have experienced the liberation war of the older generation. However, there were many figures from the older generation, and Shen Huai couldn't guess who he was, so he could only smile awkwardly.

The shop owner came over at this time and said to the stern-faced old man, "Cui Lao, please don't drive Song Lao's grandson out of my shop. You are so arrogant, I can't stand Song Lao's scolding," he asked again. Shen Huai, "Are you Song Qiaosheng's son?"

"Song Qiaosheng is my second uncle, my dad is the fourth..."

The shop owner glanced at the old man Cui suspiciously, but for a while did not remember that Song Bingsheng, the fourth son of the Song family, had a son.

The old man Cui said "Oh", remembering something, and said to the owner: "The fourth son of the Song family has no life with the girl of the Xie family. This should be the son of the fourth son of the Song family who was thrown on the farm..."

Shen Huai's face was embarrassed, this embarrassing past story, I never expected that this old man in front of him would be exposed so bluntly. He knew that the two old men in front of him should have a lot of backgrounds. Although the old man surnamed Cui spoke very badly, he couldn't have any temper with him.

Shen Huai didn't know what kind of feud the old man surnamed Cui had with the Song family, so that the neighbors on the right and the right all knew that he was at odds with the old man, so he could only stand beside him and laugh like a grandson.

Mr. Cui seemed to be satisfied with Shen Huai's attitude, glanced at him, and said, "I heard that your father just got the opportunity to go to Huaihai Province for a temporary job, but he still doesn't give up and wants to jump up. On the train, look When it comes to you, I should have thought that you are Song Hua's grandson, and you and the fourth son of the Song family are printed in the same mold." He also seemed to see the doubts in Shen Huai's eyes, but the old man Cui did not speak secretly. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said, "My name is Cui Xiangdong..."

Shen Huai was not surprised that the old man in front of him turned out to be one of the early giants of the Republic's navy, but was shocked by the news revealed earlier that his "father" was going to Huaihai Province on a temporary basis! What job do you hold?

Seeing that Shen Huai didn't respond for a long time, Cui Xiangdong thought he was still thinking about his identity, and said impatiently: "I just need to ask you for help with something, you come with me..."

Cui Xiangdong has been in a high position all the year round, and he is extremely strong. When he speaks to a junior like Shen Huai, his tone cannot be refused.

"Old man, wait for me for a while," Shen Huai didn't know what old Cui had to do with him, but it was not good if he wanted to refuse, so he could only help him lead by the nose, picked up the selected stack of books, and followed The shop owner said, "I still have to trouble old man to pack a bag for me, and when I have finished what the old man ordered, I will come back and settle the bill with you..."

The shop owner took the book and said, "It's okay, when my little five gets off work, I'll let her go directly to your house..."

"Don't be so troublesome," Shen Huai said, unable to explain to the two old masters in front of him the fact that he gave him the door to the house, "I'll come and pick it up later, if it's early, I'd like to pick some more books. You The books here are really good, I can't wait to move them all back."

"Professor Yan Da helped you choose the book, you buy all the books and move them back, it's really not a loss for you," Cui Xiangdong interjected, "It's a pity that those guys in this alley, all of them consider themselves precious, and enter the Baoshan followed suit like a cesspool..."

Shen Huai thought that the identity of the store owner was unusual. He didn't expect it to be a retired Yanda professor, but this is not the family residence of Yanda. He thought that he might be a family member of a zhōngyāng family, so he could talk to Cui Xiangdong. , and the old man of the Song family knew him.