In the evening, the plane landed in Beijing. Song Shengsheng and Song Ming left the airport and searched for a long time before finding the car that came to pick them up. Song Ming, breathlessly, handed the two large boxes in his hands to the driver who kept apologizing. He stood aside with his hands on his hips and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay. The plane is delayed. It's not your fault."
"Mr. Song, I'm really sorry. I will definitely pick you up at the door in advance next time." The driver put away the suitcases and respectfully opened the car door for them.
Song Ming patted the driver's shoulder and said, "Hey, Lao Zhao, you've been with me for so many years, you should know that I hate to hear apologies. If apologies were useful, why would we need the police? Besides, if you made a mistake at work and want to make amends, just resign!"
"Ah?" The driver, Lao Zhao, was stunned, then looked embarrassed and looked at Song Shengsheng for help.
Song Shengsheng sighed helplessly and pushed Song Ming hard: "You are really bored. You are the only one who thinks this kind of rubbish joke about other people's work is funny. Stop talking nonsense and get in the car!"
Song Ming looked at Lao Zhao, smiled, and got into the car.
Song Shengsheng said to Lao Zhao, who was still helping her block the door frame, "My brother is like this, always likes to make silly jokes. This incident is not your fault, and no one blames you. Don't be angry at him for joking."
"Thank you, Miss Song." Old Zhao nodded.
After getting in the car, Lao Zhao asked them where they were going first.
Song Shengsheng replied to Jiang Yiyu's message while saying, "Send me back to Guanyuan Road first."
Song Ming reached out and pushed her head: "You little heartless girl, tell me yourself, how long has it been since you went home?"
Song Shengsheng stopped typing and turned to look at Song Ming: "How dare you say that to me? You didn't even know your parents weren't home recently."
"Mom and Dad are not at home, so where are grandparents?"
"Grandpa and grandma went to Jiangcheng to visit my aunt and cousin last month, and grandpa and grandma went to Beicheng to visit old comrades. How come you don't know anything?"
Song Ming was speechless for a moment. "I carry the burden of the entire Song Group on my shoulders. I'm so busy every day that I can't even get my feet off the ground. How can I have the time to know so much? And you, with the surname Song, don't care about the company's affairs at all."
Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "I'm not the heir, so why should I care so much?"
"If Jiang Yiyu really takes back the Jiang family's assets in the future, will you not care?"
"No matter what, the Jiang family is a mess. It's already troublesome enough if I manage it. I won't bear this kind of suffering. But when the time comes, I'm afraid you'll have to help more."
Song Ming sighed, resting his arm on the door frame, and tapping the glass with his fingers. After a moment of thought, he said, "I told him the other day that instead of being so obsessed with the Jiang family's little piece of land, he might as well turn his attention to the Li family.
Although the Li family is not as developed as before, they are a prominent family and their ancestors were powerful. A lean camel is bigger than a horse, and everyone in the world has to give them some respect.
And most importantly, the Li family is small, and he is the only legitimate descendant in this generation. Whether the family inheritance is given to him depends entirely on his uncle's words. This is no easier than snatching food from the Jiang family, that den of scoundrels!"
"I'm afraid it's not that easy..."
"Is it any harder to wade into the Jiang family's muddy waters? He took over the Li family's business, so why should he be afraid of not being able to take over the Jiang family? Jiang Yuan was able to grow his family business because he married Li Chu and got the support of the Li family.
Otherwise, why do you think Jiang Yuan and Li Chu had a broken relationship, had so many unhappy pasts, and Li Chu had been dead for so many years, that he still didn't agree with Jiang Yiyu to move Li Chu's grave out of the Jiang family cemetery? "
"He still wants to take advantage of the Li family's influence?"
Song Ming touched his nose and yawned. "With his current status and position, he doesn't need to rely on the Li family's influence anymore. What he fears more is being criticized and scolded!"
"But everyone knows what he did!"
"What can we do if we know? We are not involved. As long as the veil is not lifted, he can just say it's a rumor. Even if Jiang Yiyu knows more, he has no evidence. He still can't defeat Jiang Yuan and take over the Jiang family."
"But what if he has evidence?"
"What does it prove? Li Chu was pissed off to death by Jiang Yuan? You're kidding! Who else would care about this besides him?"
"What should we do then?"
"What can we do? He wants the Jiang family and wants to take his mother away. The best way is to start with the Li family, but he won't listen. There may be some reasons we don't know about. It's... very troublesome."
"Will you help him?"
Song Ming crossed his arms and frowned. "If it's in my personal name, I will help him. But if the Song family has to cover the whole thing, this muddy water..." He shook his head and looked at Song Shengsheng with a smile. "I can't get involved."
Song Shengsheng looked at the chat box on her phone, which was filled with messages from Jiang Yiyu, and whispered, "It's so annoying to hear them. It's better not to have him at all. It's fine for him to just be a big star."
"We think it's good, but that's because there are so many things he's hiding in his heart that we don't know about."
Song Shengsheng turned off his phone, turned his head to look out the window, and smiled: "Brother, it's rare to see you so serious."
"Well, your brother and I are talking about serious things. We are always very serious. Isn't it charming?"
Song Shengsheng couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Is being greasy considered attractive?"
"Of course! Why not? After all, not everyone can be so handsome and greasy." Song Ming also laughed: "But regardless of what we say or what we say, there is something I need to tell you."
"What?" Song Shengsheng turned around and looked at him. Song Ming waved at her: "Come closer, I want to talk to you in a low voice."
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