v3 Chapter 987： The tiger father has no dogs?

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

Xia Yu met Song Bo several times on some occasions, so he immediately recognized him, and the middle-aged man next to him, he also looked at the photos in the profile, and knew it was Song Zhicheng, Song Bo's second son.

Song Bo has a three-bedroom wife, two children and one daughter with Longfang, one and two daughters with Erfang, and two daughters with Sanfang, with a total of eight children.

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, has over-studied and devoted himself to scientific research and academics. He is not interested in business at all. Although Song Bo is helpless, he is not particularly disappointed. After all, his desire for knowledge is not wrong, so he develops with his elder son.

The third son, Song Zhiming, is of mediocre ability, and because he has studied abroad, he has been contaminated with many bad habits abroad. After returning to Xiangjiang, he still can't change it. Therefore, there are many anecdotes in Xiangjiang, and Song Bo's favorite is the least.

Compared with these two sons, Song Zhi, the second son in front of him, is outstanding, at least he is interested in doing business.

It's just the news of Xia Yu that Song Zhicheng is only a middle-upper in the same generation, more than conservative, less aggressive.

As for whether the comments he heard are true or false, Xia Yu has not been in direct contact before, so it is not easy to comment.

But now this time, I can observe it.

"Father Song, I will bother you to greet you personally, sin!"

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

Song Bo smiled genially, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, and said cordially: "Mr. Xia's words are very bad. Your arrival has made the humble house flourish. This is a great fortune for my Song family!"

Xia Yu smiled and said, "Master, you are holding it. I am not as good as you. I came this time with the thought of being blessed by the Song family."

Song Bo felt at ease when he heard Xia Yu's words. He laughed and said: "Haha, Mr. Xia, your own blessing is the best in Xiangjiang. It should be my blessing."

After speaking, he introduced his son next to Song Bo: "Mr. Xia, this is Inuzi Zhicheng, not very successful, I hope you can give me some advice."

"Mr. Xia, hello!"

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

However, Xia Yu, who was very observant, still noticed that Song Zhicheng's smile was awkward. He obviously didn't agree with his father's words, and was a little unconvinced.

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

Xia Yu shook his head secretly in his heart, but did not show it on the surface, and said enthusiastically and modestly: "Father Tiger has no dogs, you are too modest, old man."

"I have heard of Brother Song's name a long time ago, but unfortunately I never saw it. It is a great blessing in life to have the honor to meet today!"

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

Song Zhicheng smiled more obviously this time, he said modestly: "Mr. Xia's achievements are far above me, I should learn more from you."

Song Bo suddenly patted his forehead lightly, and said with shame: "Look at me, people always have a bad memory. This joy, I forgot that the occasion is wrong, and it shouldn't be right to let the distinguished guest stand at the door."

"Mr. Xia, please come inside!"

Xia Yu faintly smiled and made a please gesture and said: "You can do whatever you want, old man, please please!"

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

...

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

The furnishings of the living room are neat and upright. The dark brown Bogu frame is symmetrically constructed. The desk cabinet is inlaid with brass, which faintly echoes the metal screen. The decorative paintings have flowers quiet and elegant, as if floating with dark fragrance, and naturally carved tea table. The tea fragrance is intertwined and interpreted. A huge plaque is hung on the central wall of the living room with the four words "Quiet and Far".

This layout is worthy of the characteristics of Song family scholarly heirlooms.

When he was making tea, Xia Yu said in admiration: "Master, your living room has a simple and elegant layout and a long charm. You have always spent a lot of effort! Living in this environment for a long time will naturally feel relaxed and happy, at least you can live more. Decades!"

Song Bo happily said: "I spent a lot of effort on the layout, but I also have limited ability, that is, I rely on a few years of antiques to upgrade the grade. It is no better than Mr. Xia. If you want to arrange it, you can definitely be more elegant than mine. Several times."

"You can build the Jiuding Cultural Museum in a big way. It doesn't make sense that you will be worse at home, haha..."

Xia Yu smiled and shook his head and denied: "Different, different..."

At this moment, the tea was brewed, and Song Bo made a gesture of please and said, "Mr. Xia, please use tea and **** Biluochun. This is a new tea produced this year, which was brought back from Suzhou. One of the top quality!"

"Then I have to taste it."

Xia Yu smiled, picked up the tea cup and sniffed deeply, and directly praised: "Scent!"

Then he took a sip of the fine tasting, and said in full praise: "The fragrance is terrifying, 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 really knowledgeable and has a deep understanding of Biluochun. Compared with you, my kid is much worse."

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

Song Bo glared at him, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why, do you still feel unconvinced? Just say this Biluochun, I have been drinking for so many years, you haven't got a deep understanding of it, Mr. Xia pointed out the essence and allusions of Biluochun in one sentence. ."

"Biluochun was originally named Dongting tea, also known as Dongting Biluochun because it was produced in the area of ​​Dongting Mountain in Suzhou. However, it is also called Scaring Sharenxiang in the local people. According to legend, there was a nun who went up the mountain to travel in spring and picked a few pieces of tea. It was tangy, and blurted out, "The fragrance is so frightening," and the locals called this tea "The fragrance of the scare." In the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, the Emperor Kangxi tasted this green and curly soup during the inspection. The famous tea was much appreciated, but I felt that the name "Frightening Sharenxiang" was indecent, so I named it "Biluochun", which has only been passed down since then."

"Mr. Xia said, "The fragrance is so frightening..."

Seeing Song Bo's performance and Song Zhicheng's performance, Xia Yu secretly smiled 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 subtle and cautiously laying the groundwork, guarding against Xia Yu in secret, leaving himself a way to talk, and at the same time, he is constantly drawing closer to Xia Yu. it is good.

I won't talk about it before entering the house. For example, I will seize the opportunity to comment on this tea, combining the social art of "devaluing oneself and respecting others, showing one's ugliness, and drawing relatives" to try to narrow the distance between the two parties again.

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

Judging from the wisdom and the city that Song Zhicheng has shown now, Yu Xiayu cannot be finalized for the time being, but he does not seem to be a pioneering and enterprising generation.

Compared with him, the son-in-law Wu Guangzheng of Bao Yugang, the son of Huo Yingdong, and the sons of Li Jiacheng, Li Zhaoji, Zheng Yu and others whom Xia Yu has met are quite outstanding.

Seeing his son's embarrassed expression, he seemed to be disappointed with his son Song Zhicheng's performance. Song Bo simply ignored him and started chatting with Xia Yu.

Xia Yu's long sleeves are good at dancing, and there is a lot of flattery in his words. Song Bo, who is in a bad mood, laughs from time to time, and the atmosphere becomes warm again.

Seeing Song Bo's delay in asking his intentions, Xia Yu secretly cried out an old fox, and then found an opportunity. After Song Bo smiled, his face became straight and he immediately said: "Master Song I'm here to disturb you this time. I have something to discuss, and I would like to ask you to help me."

Song Bo's heart stunned, put down the teacup he had just picked up, looked at Xia Yu calmly, and asked: "If you dare not be a supporter, Mr. Xia might as well say what it is. If I can do it, I'm naturally willing to help."

Having said that, he added another sentence 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 not to hear the latter sentence, and said with a faint smile: "Master Song, things are not difficult. I heard that the Song family holds 16% of the shares in Cathay Pacific. I hope you can do me a favor. Selling to me, in terms of price, I will definitely not let you suffer!"

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

But Song Bo is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. His expression was stagnant, his face was embarrassed, and he seemed to mutter to himself: "This... um... how can I put it?"

Xia Yu leaned forward slightly, keeping a smile, and further said, "Master, this shouldn't be an embarrassment. After all, as far as I know, the Song family is not interested in aviation, even if it holds 16% of Cathay Pacific. , It just dispatched a director and supervised the finances in a regular manner. It seems that I don’t care about the company’s operations."

"In that case, it's better to do me a favor and sell the equity to me. You always concentrate resources to develop other core businesses."

"Ten birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand, right?"

ps: I worked overtime until 11 o'clock and I came back at 3 o'clock within a few minutes after writing this chapter. There is no way. I have to get up to work at 7 o'clock in the morning...

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