Chapter 292： Really retribution?

Chapter 292 Really retribution?

Under the eaves of the corridor, strange laughter of young people sounded.

Fu Yanchi pulled out a bamboo chair, lay down beside the loquat tree, and waved the cattail fan, "Yanxi, don't provoke brother, or you will cry."

Yanxi is not afraid of such a threat, and she will no longer be furious at a disagreement like before.

He also pulled a bamboo chair over and laid it down next to Fu Yanchi.

The mountain village is quiet at night, and the singing of frogs and insects seems to accompany the gentle moonlight.

The sky is full of stars.

Lying under such a dark night, the impetuousness in people's hearts can be easily calmed down.

"Song Ziyu is going to be completely ruined this time, and Yanqin will inevitably be affected." Yanxi looked at the starlight above his head and said, "Now, half of his Dingfeng real estate belongs to Song Yueliang, right?"

"He has a little more shares in Dingfeng, and he controls the right to speak in the company. Yue Yue has no plans to take over that company, and only takes dividends."

"It's not easy to get dividends. I heard that his company hasn't had a good thing since it opened, and it hasn't opened yet."

"The fact that the company didn't open doesn't mean that Yanqin didn't make any money. Song Ziyu, a puppet, doesn't know what he usually does."

Wearing that Yanxi was curious, she turned sideways, "You mean you didn't wait until? Tell me?"

The man looked sideways, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You just made my brother unhappy, and my brother won't tell you."

"..." Fuck you uncle, brother you der!

Yanxi stopped lying down, got up and went back to the main room, and sent someone a blessing before leaving, "Fu Yanchi, you are a broken body, remember to avoid impatience and sex, and cultivate your body to cultivate your character to live a long life."

Fu Yanchi's palm-leaf fan couldn't move anymore. Turning around, the young man had slipped back into the main room.

"This **** is good at skills." The man laughed lowly, lay back on the chair, listened to the croaking of insects and frogs, and looked at the moonlight.

Calmness is naturally cool, alas.

In the room on the left side of the main room, the little baby quietly withdrew from the window.

Then he climbed onto the bed with hands and feet and rolled to his mother, "Mom, dad is so pitiful."

"Huh?" Song Yueliang had already lay down, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, when she heard her daughter's words, she opened her eyes.

"Dad looks like he was abandoned by us." Qiqi was a little distressed.

She wants her father to be happy, but she also wants him to live a long life.

"Mom, isn't there a way to make Dad happy and keep him healthy?"

Song Yueliang's eyes twinkled, and a suspicious blush appeared on the base of her ears. She stretched out her cold white fingertips and tapped her daughter's small nose, "Qiqi is so worried about Dad?"

Baby rolled on the quilt, eyes bent into crescents, a little embarrassed, "Qiqi loves mother, and Qiqi also loves father."

"Then mother come to think of a way?"

"Really?" Wa'er sat up straight, her big eyes sparkling, "Okay Mom! I'll tell Dad the good news, he will be happy!"

Song Yueliang hurriedly carried back the baby who was about to rush out, cleared her throat, "Mom thinks of a way, but Qiqi must keep it a secret."

Facing her daughter's puzzled gaze, Song Yueliang stretched out her hand to pull the wire and turn off the light.

lest I lose my composure in front of my daughter.

Broken mother's image.

Eleven o'clock in the evening, the night is already deep.

Hongfeng Mountain in the northern suburb of Huicheng.

The lights of the Song family villa are still on.

The people living in it haven't slept yet, or can't sleep at all.

Song Ziyu didn't care about working for others during the day, rushed all the way to Mashan, and didn't come back until nightfall.

During this period, he did a lot of things. He did not give up and asked the geological survey team to explore repeatedly, and asked the workers to dig up on the spot until there were any problems.

I saw with my own eyes the long and narrow ground fissures under the soft mud layer, which spread radially to the depths of the land he bought.

And according to the survey team's speculation, the ground fissure may continue to crack in the front.

Building on such land, the hidden dangers are unpredictable.

Once something happens, the consequences are not something he can afford.

His vision of a gourmet city could not be realized.

If he continues to invest in such a piece of land, he is not even sure of getting back his capital now.

In the living room of the villa, the bright crystal chandelier in the past also looks dim tonight, giving the villa a strange and deep feeling.

Song Ziyu, Song Chunsheng and his son were sitting on the sofa, both of them looked ashen and slumped.

"That piece of land may have to be shelved." Song Ziyu stared at the legs of the coffee table, and said dejectedly.

Song Chunsheng was silent for a long moment, but he still refused to accept the fact, "Isn't Boss Guan and Yanqin always on good terms? When the land was put up for auction, he said it himself. The piece we chose, he personally guaranteed that it was a good piece of land! Now that there is a problem with the land, he is not responsible for it?"

Song Ziyu smiled wryly, "Dad, both money and goods are settled. The sale has been completed. Even if we find something wrong with the land now, we can only bear the consequences. Buying and selling land is based on personal opinion. What's more, what he said at the beginning , It was told to us in private, even if you put the matter on the table and sue him for fraud, what about the evidence? Can you show it?"

Pause, Song Ziyu said again, "And after we bought the land, we hired a professional team to survey and inspect it. At that time, there was no soft mud layer at that place, and there were no ghostly seams!"

"But now it has been found out that there are ground fissures, or cracks in the earth's crust that cannot be formed after decades! How do you say this!"

"What can I say? I'd be damned!"

As the father and son talked, they almost quarreled.

After a while, the two suddenly looked up at each other.

Damn it, it was Song Ziyu who said it in a hurry, but now that I think about it, it really is a hell!

This thought caused both father and son to fight a cold war, and an inexplicable chill hit their hearts.

"Dad, tell me... Could it be that our family has done too many bad things and really suffered retribution?" Song Ziyu tremblingly said with purple lips.

Song Chunsheng slapped his face, his eyes were red and cold, "Shut up! What bad things have been done too much? Who did bad things? Are you blaming your father?! This is an accident, it is an accident!"

Song Chunsheng never believed in retribution. He didn't believe in it before, and he doesn't believe it now.

In a wealthy family, who dares to say that his home must be clean? Which family has no secrets, and which patriarch has not done some shady things and used shady methods?

Why did Song Chunsheng suffer retribution?

It's all fart!

What nonsense!

After a dispute, the father and son went back to their rooms, but neither of them could sleep peacefully. They sat in their respective rooms from dark to dawn.

Eggy slept soundly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Qiqi Food Factory paid its first salary, which earned it a full two energy balls.

The watermelons in Taoxi Village were transplanted, and they earned an energy ball here and there.

Now it is lying among eight colorful energy balls, sleeping on half a pool of energy liquid, a good dream all night.

Even it didn't expect that the black air that I and Xiao Zaier casually threw out that day would bring such unexpected effects.

Song Chunsheng and his son were so frightened that they saw a ghost.