"Ah, Song Wanhua? Remember, our master is Mr. Zhang. We must not talk about Mr. Zhang's affairs, even if he asks you about him. Do you understand?"
"Father, I'm not a child. I understand all this. Shh, I'll answer the phone!"
Rong Zhikang hushed his father, asking him to stop talking for the time being, and he began to answer Song Wanhua's call, but he heard that Song Wanhua's voice on the other end of the phone was a little breathless and a little anxious.
"Brother Rong, Brother Rong, I know that your Rong family has many connections, so I want to ask you a favor, okay? The last time you saw that young man, could you help me look for him all over the city? Once you find him, I will give you the house you have always wanted, for free. It will be a big favor to me, okay..."
Song Wanhua on the phone was now at his wit's end.
When Song encountered such a thing, others speculated that someone was behind it, but in fact only he himself knew the truth.
He became rich because he prayed to the God of Wealth at the Pawnshop.
That God of Wealth made him make money no matter what he did, unlike now when he not only lost money but also got into a lot of trouble.
He was about to declare bankruptcy.
If they want everything to go back to the way it was before and make a comeback, there is actually only one way, and that is to invite the God of Wealth back again. Only with that thing can the Song family come back to life.
Now all the difficulties are no longer a problem.
But the problem now is where is the young man who took away the God of Wealth hiding? He can't find him no matter how hard he tries in Jiangcheng or the whole world. This makes Song Wanhua very anxious.
I remembered that I was not the only one who saw that young man that day, but also Rong Zhikang and Old Man Rong.
He didn't think much of the Rong family before, but they are a steady and cautious family. They don't show off their abilities and don't reveal their secrets. They may seem unobtrusive, but they have strong connections and background, and they hide a lot of power in secret.
At this point, he had no other options but to ask the Rong family for help and ask if they could help him find the young man from that day. As long as he could find him, he would be willing to give him his house as a gift. This was the best thing he could offer.
"Oh, you're looking for that young man, who is that? I don't think I know him!"
Rong Zhikang is playing tricks on Song Wanhua at this time. He is trying to get Song Wanhua to talk. He wants to know how much Song Wanhua knows about Mr. Zhang?
"I don't know. I don't know his name, but I have the video. I can show it to you. Your Rong family has a lot of connections, so please help me. Brother Rong, as long as you find that person, I will reward you with my house. I will never break my promise!"
"Your house is probably worth tens of billions, just to find such a person, Brother Song, I don't think it's worth it, you might as well sell the house and use the money to deal with the current crisis..."
Rong Zhikang asked the question even though he knew the answer. He wanted to know how much Song Wanhua knew about Mr. Zhang.
He was also a little curious as to why, after Mr. Zhang's visit to the Song family, Song Wanhua seemed to be on the decline and suddenly became unsuccessful. Such a huge fortune was lost in an instant.
It all happened too fast.
"This, this, that, it's always these things, how come, I, I..."
For a moment, Song Wanhua hesitated on the phone and refused to say anything, but when Rong Zhikang heard this, he said that since he refused to say, he really couldn't help him at all.
No matter how nice his house is, he can't do anything about it.
After Rong Zhikang said this, Song Wanhua became anxious. He immediately said that he would come to Rong's house and hung up the phone in a hurry.
"Father, look, Song Wanhua is coming to our house. Should we give Mr. Zhang a call?"
"Not yet. Let's see what Song Wanhua has to say. Next time I go to see Mr. Zhang, I'll tell him about it and then I'll listen to Mr. Zhang's decision..."
At this time, Old Master Rong didn't know why Song Wanhua came to the Rong family, so he could only arrange for someone to go down. When Song Wanhua came, he was invited to the study directly, and no one else was allowed to get close to this place.
After all, no one knows what Song Wanhua will say in a while.
When Song Wanhua came, Rong Zhikang went out to greet him in person according to his previous habit. When he saw Song Wanhua, he was shocked.
Song Wanhua, who originally looked young, seemed to have aged thirty years overnight. His originally black hair had all turned white. That was not all. Song Wanhua looked much younger than Rong Zhikang before.
He now looks twenty years older than Rong Zhikang.
Song Wanhua's experiences these days have made him experience the warmth and coldness of life. Some people who used to curry favor with him are now kicking him when he's down, and his former best friends are now borrowing money out of fear of being dragged down.
Even avoid seeing.
Only the Rong family was the same as before. The head of the family, Rong Zhikang, came out in person to greet him and took him directly to the most secret study room of the Rong family. The servants were also very respectful.
Everything was the same as before, but Song Wanhua knew that he could never go back to the past.
The more the Rong family acted like this, the more Song Wanhua felt that he had not misjudged them, and that the Rong family was truly worthy of his trust.
So after a cup of tea, Song Wanhua decided to tell his past experiences.
"Brother Rong, you don't know how miserable I was 20 years ago. The money I had on me was stolen by someone, and I almost had to beg for food on a snowy day to get home. But I had a dream. In the dream, I went to a place called Tiandi Pawnshop, signed a contract with someone, and brought back a God of Wealth..."
Song Wanhua talked about some things in his dream and also mentioned the appearance of the God of Wealth.
It is slightly bigger than the palm of your hand. It is the God of Wealth sitting on a chair, holding a gold ingot in his smiling hand. It looks like a ceramic ornament, but it is not actually a ceramic product.
He still hasn't figured out what the product is.
"It all seems like a dream, Brother Rong, do you believe in ghosts and gods in this world? Do you believe that I am doing well just because of a figurine of the God of Wealth? Others buy trucks and are trembling with fear and can't make much money, but my business is so prosperous that I can even set up a fleet of trucks. Others buy land but dare not develop it, but soon after I buy land, I either find a gold mine or the land I buy becomes a prime location due to urban planning..."
"No matter what I do, even if there are people doing it with me, my business can be ten times better than others. Otherwise, I would have been in so many industries, doing everything to make money, and finally my company went public and made hundreds of billions a day..."
"My money came too easily, just like a flood rushing into my home. In fact, I know that everything is because of that dream, because of the God of Wealth I got in the dream. This is my secret..."
"But the God of Wealth was taken away by this young man not long ago!"
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