Chapter 62： Yan Qin

Chapter 62 Yan Qin

The night is getting darker.

South of the city, Crown Clubhouse.

Yanqin held down his glass and looked at the man toasting, "It's getting late, it's time to end."

"What Young Master Qin said is that the drinking is almost done, and it's time to end. Young Master Qin, let's go together?" The man toasting didn't want to miss the opportunity to make friends.

Yanqin raised the corners of his lips and smiled gently, "Okay, I'll give you a ride."

Walking out of the gate of the clubhouse, the outside is deserted, which is the opposite of the hustle and bustle inside.

The sky was dark and gloomy, without a few stars, and the faint starlight was extremely dim against the colorful night.

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

The man who came down with Yanqin and Jiang Zhengyang courteously escorted them into the car before turning around and walking in the direction where he parked.

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

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

Yanqin's car was still parked where he was, leaning on the back seat, with his hands folded, one finger tapping the back of his hand, as if playing a favorite movement.

Jiang Zhengyang sat beside him, looking at the dark place, silent.

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

It wasn't until the movement over there became weak that Yanqin's tapping hand stopped, and said lightly to the driver, "Drive over."

With the lights on, drive out slowly, and drive to the designated place to stop.

Yanqin lowered the car window, took off his glasses and wiped it lightly, "In the future, think about it before you speak. At any rate, she is the woman who almost married me. Even if things don't work out, it's not someone like you who you can get your hands on."

Didn't name names, but enough to make it clear 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. When he got together with Yan Qin, he restrained himself and didn't dare to humiliate Song Yueliang too much in front of Yan Qin. This person wanted to use Song Yueliang to show his presence.

So no eyesight, not a fool.

The people on the ground were silent, and they didn't know whether they were fainted or they dared not make a sound.

The car drives away.

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

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

"…Won't."

"Then there is still a need to know?"

excuse me.

After a short pause, Jiang Zhengyang said again, "Young Master Qin, I have a question. You asked me to form this game today. Could it be that you knew Song Yueliang would come and came here specially to meet you?"

Yanqin closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, "It's just a whim."

Jiang Zhengyang thought about it too, if he knew Song Yueliang would come in advance, he wouldn't have to wait for that stupid reminder to find out that Song Yueliang was at the booth opposite.

Besides, who is Yanqin? Need something so humble to create an encounter?

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The next day, after receiving a call from Mr. Tang, Song Yueliang rushed to the idler's villa.

The villa is located on Bagong Mountain in the southern suburb of Huicheng, occupying half of the mountain, and is privately owned by Mr. Tang.

A place for the aged.

On weekdays, I often invite some old friends to come, wandering birds, fishing, and tasting a pot of tea.

Since the people who come and go here are rich and powerful, the security of the villa is very good.

Without the master's permission, outsiders can't get in at all.

There is not even a dog hole in this place.

Even though Song Yueliang has been a frequent visitor to the villa for several years, every time he comes over, he still has to go through the security check at the gate.

Parked the car in front of the iron gate of the mountain villa, opened the trunk of the car, and while waiting for the security check, Song Yueliang's eyes stopped for a moment on the Lingxiao flower wall at the right corner of the iron gate, and then retracted.

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

In late autumn and November, there was heavy rain, and the rain was bone-chillingly cold.

"Miss Song, you can go in."

The car window was knocked, Song Yueliang nodded to thank the security guard, and drove the car into the slowly opened iron gate.

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

The tea room is located in the east garden of the villa, with rockery and strange rocks, planted with asparagus bamboos, and flowing water from the mountains as streams, quiet and elegant, full of interest.

Old Tang likes to entertain guests here.

Walking into Dongyuan, Tang Zheng, the old assistant, was waiting at the door of the tea room.

Aged in her forties, tall and tall, wearing a black suit, her hair combed meticulously, with no expression on her face for many years, and reticent.

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

"Uncle Zheng." Approaching, Song Yueliang greeted.

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

Indoor, the fragrance of tea overflows.

A red lacquer low table with a red clay stove on it. There is the sound of boiling water and steam curling up from the purple clay pot.

The old man in front of the low table was wearing a long-lived Tang suit, with gorgeous hair, sitting on the futon with a kind smile, but it was hard to hide the light in his eyes.

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

Self-made, no children and no daughters, standard businessman, only talk about profit when interacting with others.

Although sophistication, sophistication must be clear.

This is why Song Yueliang approached him in the first place.

"The cool moon is coming? Come here and try my newly brewed tea." Elder Tang beckoned.

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

"You and I are still so polite." Elder Tang smiled and shook his head, "Four years in a blink of an eye, I still clearly remember the first time I saw you. Although I was down and out at that time, there was a desperate determination in my body. Now it’s starting to hold back.”

Song Yueliang lowered her eyes, "At that time, I had nowhere to go, so I could only put all my eggs in one basket. I have always been grateful to Mr. Tang for his help."

"Girl, you are wrong, I am not helping." Twisting the lid of the cup and lightly frothing the tea, Old Tang smiled lightly.

"I'm a businessman, and a businessman seeks profit. To be more precise, between you and me, I choose to invest in you, and you repay me multiple times. For example, I bought Taifeng Real Estate that was on the verge of bankruptcy four years ago, and you , Revitalize Taifeng Real Estate and put it on the market, and return it to me."

Song Yueliang raised her eyes, waiting for the next sentence.

Elder Tang glanced at her appreciatively, "You have proved your ability and my vision in four years. So today, I choose to invest in you again and send you into the Song family. Girl, you will not let Am I disappointed?"

"Please wait and see Mr. Tang."

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

Song Yueliang parted her red lips lightly, and said, "Holdings."

"Didn'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 disappointed enough with the Song family and his son, the change of dynasty will be a matter of course. It doesn't matter if they trust me or not, as long as they trust money."

Tang Laolang smiled, pointed at Song Yueliang, "I'm waiting for you to get the Song family."

Then the subject changed, "Your mother is about to be released from prison."

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

"Well, when you find me, your mother's matter is a foregone conclusion. I can't obstruct justice, but it's okay to keep her 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.