Tang Xiaobao didn't take these words to heart and asked casually.

"Of course it's true. I'm a man of my word. Once I make a decision, I won't change it."

"But, he is your flesh and blood after all."

"Actually, he is not my son. The story is very complicated and I can't explain it." Song Zenan said with a headache.

Tang Xiaobao was ashamed.

He's not your son, and you're not trying to defend yourself?

This story is quite complicated.

Still, he didn't care.

"Since you've made up your mind, then let's do it. Oh, by the way, judging from your accent, you're from Sichuan?"

"No, but if you really want to talk about it, we are half fellow villagers."

Song Zenan smiled bitterly.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"No, I'm from Wanyuan, which is only more than an hour away from your hometown," said Song Zenan.

Tang Xiaobao was stunned.

Wanyuan?

Tang Xiaobao reacted immediately.

His hometown is close to Shaanxi, and Wanyuan is under the jurisdiction of Shaanxi Province, but it is only more than an hour's drive from Tang Xiaobao's home. It is a fortress for leaving Sichuan.

In an instant, Tang Xiaobao felt much closer to Song Zenan.

"Since we're all from the same hometown, I won't buy your shares. Let's just leave it at that."

Tang Xiaobao said.

Song Zenan's eyes widened: "Mr. Tang, you, you are not kidding, right?"

"Of course I'm not joking. I mean what I say. Well, today's events actually have nothing to do with you. Go ahead, I'm busy."

Tang Xiaobao laughed.

Song Zenan was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

But at this moment, the policeman who had just entered ran out in a hurry.

"Mr. Tang, something bad has happened."