Chapter 73 Chapter 73 (Shura Field 5) Don’t give me face...

According to Sun Laoer, Song Yucong booked a private room at Lanjin, but he didn't tell him the room number. So after Zhao Jingqun went in with his briefcase, he had to wait for more than half an hour before the manager came.

"Mr. Zhao, right? The Second Young Master asked me to take you there."

Zhao Jingqun had a smile on his face. Even after standing there for half an hour, his serious face still had a casual smile. At first glance, people would think that he was a tall and good-tempered young man, but if Sun Laoer was there, he would probably be scared to the point of trembling gums.

Because when Zhao Jingqun pressed the unextinguished cigarette butt into the traitor's eyeball that day, the smile on his face was exactly the same as it is now.

"Oh, okay." Zhao Jingqun followed the manager to the door of the box with a smile. There were two bodyguards guarding outside. When they saw Zhao Jingqun, they started searching him without saying a word.

Zhao Jingqun continued to smile as he let them search and take away the military-style Para2 folding knife he was carrying. Only the faintly visible veins on his forehead revealed the violent anger and forbearance beneath his smiling face. After a while, when no other dangerous items were found except a few documents, the bodyguard pushed open the door of the box.

Dim light and women's bell-like laughter were heard in an instant. Several scantily clad women and men gathered around the sofa, but they were just kneeling or sitting around, surrounding the main seat, not daring to overstep their bounds, because the handsome man on the main seat had a cold face at the moment.

Hearing the noise at the door, Song Yucong drank the wine in one gulp, and his cold and contemptuous eyes were fixed on the man who came in like nails.

The visitor sat down without hesitation, crossed his legs, and said with a smile, "How are you, Second Young Master? I haven't had a proper chat and apologized to you since our last misunderstanding. But today, I see that your bruises are completely healed. I'm so ashamed. Next time, I will definitely come to apologize."

"Oh, by the way, I call Director Song Uncle, but according to seniority, the Second Young Master has to call me Brother Zhao."

How dare this shameless bastard bring up what happened last time? And how dare he ask me to call him brother?! Song Yucong's face instantly darkened, the rage in his eyes blazing like substance. He stood up in a flash, pointing at Zhao Jingqun's smiling face and cursing, "Is this the way you get someone to do something for you?! Zhao Jingqun, don't be so shameless!"

The smile on Zhao Jingqun's face gradually faded. He looked at Song Yucong with a look of scrutiny and a hint of subtle jealousy. He said coldly, "Did I say I was asking you to do something? The message I had someone convey is an equal exchange. Song Yucong, don't be shameless."

Song Yucong was furious, and his vicious and sinister gaze seemed to want to tear Zhao Jingqun into pieces. However, the latter remained as steady as a rock, and even lit a cigarette leisurely.

After a moment, Zhao Jingqun exhaled cold smoke and sneered, "I don't want to waste my breath with you. I know your situation in the Song family, and I know that you want to overshadow your brother and inherit the family business. Let me be frank with you. You are not unaware of my identity, and I, Zhao Jingqun, can mobilize all my current resources to help you ascend to the top, as long as you give me what I want."

Song Yucong narrowed his eyes. "The value of your resources lies elsewhere, and you are not the one in charge of the Zhao family now. Why should I trust you?"

Zhao Jingqun slammed several documents onto the table, causing the glass to vibrate. He sneered and said, "These are four applications for X Group's industrial projects to enter Haizhou, including several projects related to the Song family under my name. I will develop them along the coast in the next few years. If we cooperate, it will be a win-win for you. Whether I am the head of the Zhao family or not is irrelevant. The most important thing is that here are two share transfer agreements between the major shareholders of the Song Group. If you don't believe me, you can take a look for yourself. With the shares of these two people, do you, Young Master Song, still worry about not having a place in the group? However, the transferee of this agreement is now signed in my name."

Seeing the hesitation in Song Yucong's eyes, Zhao Jingqun knew he had taken the bait. Sure enough, after Song Yucong looked through the documents, his face was extremely ugly and a little surprised. "You actually have shares in those two old foxes..."

The Song Group, originally named Wu, had a vast business empire spanning Haizhou. Upon his maternal grandfather's death, he left him a vast fortune, but not shares in the group. Instead, he gave it to his mother, Wu Yue. Song Yucong couldn't fathom what his grandfather was thinking at the time; he probably wanted him to live a simple and happy life.

But living in a family full of power struggles, it is simply a pipe dream to want simple happiness. Later, Wu Yue transferred all her shares to Song Rongguo without hesitation, resulting in him holding 51% of the Wu's business empire and successfully changing Wu to Song, while the remaining shares were divided up by the former veterans of the Wu family.

Song Heng only has 3% of the shares, while the shares in these two transfer agreements add up to 5%. The transferors are actually the former Wu elders. These people are all foxes. If you want to take this piece of fat meat from them, you must have paid a bloody price. Add to that the other project books that are beneficial to Song Yucong, this sincerity is huge.

"As the saying goes, money makes the world go round," Zhao Jingqun said with a sarcastic laugh. "If it doesn't work, then it means you haven't paid enough. What do you think, Second Young Master Song? I think these things of mine are enough to convince you."

Song Yucong put down the agreement and said gloomily, "What do you want?"

Zhao Jingqun took out another document, which he had hidden in the innermost layer of his briefcase. When he took it out, his cold brows instantly became gentle and heavy. Unlike his casual and rude movements just now, he carefully opened the document protective cover and put it on the table.

"...I have a relative who is sick and needs a bone marrow transplant. You've donated bone marrow before, and it happens to be a good match for him, so I need you to provide him with bone marrow, and I'll help you establish roots in the Song family."

When Song Yucong heard the words "bone marrow" and "transplant", he immediately thought of Tao Ning. He had actually obtained the results of the last test a long time ago, but he had never found a suitable opportunity to tell Tao Ning.

His heartbeat quickened in vain. Song Yucong quickly picked up the document. When he saw the column for the patient's name, his eyes trembled slightly, because the patient's name was really "Tao Ning"!

It was clear that Zhao Jingqun had no intention of concealing this matter. He even secretly observed Song Yucong's expression when he received the documents. Seeing Song Yucong's undisguised panic and worry, his inner jealousy and suspicion instantly emerged. After learning that Tao Ning had aplastic anemia, Zhao Jingqun immediately had his bone marrow tested, but unfortunately, it was not a match for Tao Ning.

Director Wang told him that only Song Yucong could do it. Why?

Zhao Jingqun thought it was ridiculous. Song Yucong asked why he believed him. He also wanted to ask why your bone marrow, Song Yucong, could match Tao Ning, but his couldn't.

Whenever Zhao Jingqun thought about the future where Song Yucong's bone marrow would enter Tao Ning's blood vessels and the two would be entangled from then on, he became so jealous that he wanted to use the Para2 folding knife that was confiscated to cut Song Yucong's neck.

He stubbed out his cigarette with his bare hands and gave a dark smile: "Have you made up your mind, Second Young Master Song?"