Transmigrated into the Eighties: The Young Master is Pampered Daily by a Rough Man

Forbidden-desire, mad, villainous rough man VS Transmigrated lucky young master. Song Chi transmigrated into a book.

Good news, he became the son of a rich man. Bad news, he's an arrogant...

Chapter 581: Husband makes mistakes anytime and anywhere, Song Yan is angry

"Are those people crazy? They dare to discuss the heir of the Song family so loudly. Don't they know how protective the Song family's hot-tempered father and son are of their own?"

A beautiful woman sitting in the back row of the auction hall looked at the other upper-class people around her who were making fun of the Song family and sighed in disbelief.

The elder sister sitting next to her looked towards the first row and suddenly stopped talking. She looked at the four people, Song Chi and others, who seemed a little scary, from behind and said, "We don't know what their relationship is with the Song family yet, so don't get involved."

"I won't get involved. It's obvious that those four people are not ordinary people. I'd be stupid to discuss the Song family."

"The Song family's heir is gone, and you're still so scared. You're really cowardly."

A noblewoman sitting next to them, fanning herself to block the lower half of her face, mocked them and added, "The Song family didn't even show up for such an important auction today. Maybe they just want to stay out of sight."

"Those four people in front are obviously either rich or noble. How can the Song family compare to them?"

"Maybe now! They're already busy looking for a burial plot for their heir, and they have no time to take care of themselves."

The beautiful woman who was listening was furious and was about to retort, but was stopped by her sister next to her, "There's no need to pay attention to her."

"But she's going too far."

"Everyone knows that the Song family is kind and generous, and has donated to many poor students."

"They donate money to disaster relief every year and do all the good things. They're such a good family, but these people are crazy, constantly biting their heirs."

"It's because the Song family has been donating money and doing good deeds that they've attracted the attention and dissatisfaction of others."

"Wh…what do you mean?"

The beauty looked at her sister in confusion.

Her sister looked at the emcee who was placing the next lot on the auction table and replied, "The Song family used to be nouveau riche. They accidentally opened a hotel and it became a hit. Then they entered the restaurant industry and made a fortune."

"They suddenly became wealthy and wanted to give back to society, so they started doing good deeds."

"But the Song family is too rich, richer than those aristocratic families, and they donate money everywhere without blinking an eye."

"Compared to the Song family, those aristocratic families are very stingy with their donations, and they don't make donations as frequently as the Song family. Over time, ordinary people will compare them with the Song family. Do you think they will feel comfortable?"

"It's definitely uncomfortable."

The beauty can reply if she wants to.

But she still didn't understand and asked, "The Song family is just doing good things, and it hasn't harmed their interests!"

The elder sister knew her younger sister was too young to understand the intricacies of the situation, so she gave her an analogy: "There are two brands now. One brand often does good deeds and immediately supports the country in times of crisis. The other brand does not usually do good deeds and is not very responsive to calls for action. So when you buy something, which brand will you choose?"

"Of course, buy brands that often do good things! We must support people with good hearts."

"This is why other noble families hate the Song family." The elder sister told the truth and continued, "As long as you touch other people's interests, no matter whether you are doing good things or not, you will be isolated."

"The Song family is just businessmen, without the backing of other families. People who dislike them will naturally take advantage of their misfortunes when something happens to their heir."

"Then why don't the Song family find a backer for themselves?"

"The Song family father and son are notoriously bad-tempered. How could they be willing to depend on others?"

"Being dependent on another family isn't as easy as you think. Sometimes you'll be forced to do things you don't want to do, and you might even get your hands dirty."

"Huh? Is it that complicated?"

Her sister touched her head and said, "No family that has survived until now has had simple lives."

"I understand. The Song family chose to remain unscathed, so they were targeted."

"Yes, I have made progress."

Her sister touched her head again.

The beautiful woman was very happy to be praised, but she sighed the next second, "No wonder the Song family is so low-key. Apart from making donations, they rarely go out. Their old house is built halfway up the mountain, isolated from the world."

Sister, "Their family is just trying to protect themselves."

Suddenly my sister's body shook violently.

If something happens to the heir of the Song family, it means that there will be no one to inherit the Song family's assets in the future, and no one will dare to embarrass other families.

Was the poisoning of the Song family really done by only his uncle's family?

My sister was horrified when she thought about it.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so unhappy?"

"No, nothing."

My sister tried her best to hide the panic in her eyes.

If her guess was correct, then the poisoning of the Song family heir was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Are you scared? It's better to stay out of other people's business."

The noble lady beside her sneered and said, "Sister."

The annoyed beauty was about to start cursing, but her pale sister quickly stopped her and said in a low voice anxiously, "Forget it."

"Oh, okay!"

The beauty was very obedient, but she still glared at the lady.

The lady looked at him with disdain.

Her daughter beside her urged angrily, "Mom, why are you talking so much to these lowly people? Hurry up and take a picture of the jade bracelet that Madam Zhao needs."

"I know, I know, don't worry."

The lady raised her sign and shouted, "One hundred million."

The others who were still bidding were speechless when they heard this. How could they bid when he shouted out 100 million right away?

Many people put down their brands and no longer wanted to compete.

Seeing this, the lady raised the corners of her mouth proudly.

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