Song Jinyan nodded, then said mysteriously to Song Yuan, "It's actually quite simple to resolve this matter. Let's go find the old man first and pay back the 600,000 yuan."
"Are you crazy?" The smile that Song Yuan had managed to muster vanished completely. "You know perfectly well that the 600,000 yuan is all with that brat Song Mian, yet you still willingly give it to her?!"
"The current situation is that even the police don't know the truth. Only you and I know what happened. So, we can only regain our freedom first, and then look for an opportunity to get back at Song Mian for all the losses we suffered before."
Song Yuan still looked serious, clearly disagreeing: "We've already been ripped off like this, and instead of learning from our mistakes, we're still provoking others. What if next time it's not just about getting ripped off?"
"They say you learn from your mistakes, can't we learn to be a little smarter?" Seeing that Song Yuan was just looking at him, Song Jinyan quickly said, "Brother, are you scared?"
Song Jinyan was unwilling to accept it no matter what he said; it turned out that he only said those words to provoke Song Yuan.
Unexpectedly, Song Yuan nodded very seriously at Song Jinyan: "You've been brought all this way, and seen so many ghosts, aren't you scared?"
Song Jinyan's heart leaped into his throat, and for a moment he was speechless.
What Song Yuan said wasn't entirely without merit.
But seeing Song Yuan staring intently at him, Song Jinyan's eyes also showed a hint of resentment: "Although Song Mian tricked us this time, we didn't come away completely empty-handed. Brother, we can at least be sure of one thing now: Song Mian is really rich!"
Seeing the excitement in Song Jinyan's eyes as he finished speaking, Song Yuan slowly nodded: "What you said is indeed true. Song Mian is not as easy to deal with as before. She can indeed make money from ghosts."
"Why is the Qi family's kid helping Song Mian? It's all for profit. You, me, and Song Mian are all members of the Song family. You can see from Chen Shubin's case that we can also see ghosts. Since that's the case, as long as we figure out how Song Mian makes money from those ghosts, we can take Song Mian's place."
Song Jinyan became more and more excited as he spoke, raising an eyebrow at Song Yuan and saying, "Do you remember what Song Mian was like before? Although she was a good student, she didn't go to a good university because of her grandfather's influence, and she always faced setbacks when looking for a job, so she always struggled to make ends meet. But ever since Song Mian inherited the funeral clothing shop left by my parents, her whole demeanor has changed!"
Song Yuan thought about it carefully and nodded thoughtfully: "What you said does make sense... However, we don't have any evidence to prove that what you said is correct."
"So our top priority is to leave here and regain our freedom. Only then can we investigate Song Mianjian!" Seeing the deep struggle in Song Yuan's eyes, Song Jinyan quickly pressed his advantage, "Brother, although you're not my parents' child, we've always had the best relationship since childhood. I need your help; we can make money together then!"
Song Yuan's previously restless heart immediately stirred. He looked at Song Jinyan with drooping eyelids and slowly asked, "So, how exactly do you intend for me to help you?"
"Didn't your ex-wife Qian Xingyue always want to divorce you? Here's what you do: ask her for a few hundred thousand yuan in divorce settlement, and then give that money to Song Mian first..." Before Song Jinyan could even finish his sentence, he saw Song Yuan glare at him fiercely.
"Song Jinyan, are you taking me for a fool?!"
"What do you mean by 'sucker'? We're brothers, how can brothers talk to each other like that? Brother, believe me, if I say I'll do it, I will." Song Jinyan was still trying his best to say nice things to Song Yuan, and his beaming appearance made people feel his joy just by looking at him.
He genuinely felt that his idea was excellent, and that Song Yuan should be very happy to agree.
But Song Yuan looked uneasy, staring at Song Jinyan with an extremely complicated expression.
Song Jinyan's matter-of-fact attitude left Song Yuan speechless!
“Brother, we’re in the same boat now. We should help each other out, otherwise how are we going to deal with that little bitch Song Mian?” Seeing that Song Yuan still wouldn’t talk to him, Song Jinyan decided to drop the bombshell: “Brother, to be honest, if I ask Grandpa, I can raise the 600,000. The reason I wanted to cooperate with Nie is because we’re brothers. I wanted to take you with me no matter what I did. But I really didn’t expect that you wouldn’t understand my intentions at all… Fine, since you’re not willing, I won’t force you.”
"Wait a minute!" After hesitating for a moment, Song Yuan still managed to force a smile at Song Jinyan: "My good brother, why are you joking? I was just teasing you. Actually, you're the one I trust the most at home. I'm sure you wouldn't lie to me! I'll do as you say, but Song Mian has a ghost helping her. Can we beat that little bitch?"
“Ordinary methods definitely won’t work on Song Mian. But Song Mian always has weaknesses. As long as we can find something to hold against that woman, I guarantee she’ll obey us.” Giving Song Yuan a wink, Song Jinyan lowered his voice and began to discuss the whole plan with Song Yuan.
………………
The next morning.
As agreed, Song Mian told Qi Yefeng the location of Chief Ling Jiao's residence.
Chief Ling Jiao lives in a small alley in the city center. Most of the houses here are traditional courtyard houses that have been built over time. They look simple, but in reality, unless you are an older generation who lived in the city center, it is very difficult for ordinary people to buy property here, even if they have the money.
Upon arriving at Chief Ling Jiao's door and knocking, Song Mian quickly heard a response coming from inside the ancient vermilion gate.
"They've arrived." An old woman came to the door, her smile kind. She paused slightly when she saw Song Mian.
As Song Mian was pondering how to introduce herself, she saw the old woman give her a bright smile.
"Are you Song Mian, Miss Song?" The old woman asked, her eyes filled with joy as she looked Song Mian up and down.
Looking at the old woman's kind face, Song Mian subconsciously thought of her own grandmother.
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