He and Chen He would definitely not have a second child, "It's not a big problem."
Song Jingcheng said, "I plan to select three or four bright children from the side branches and train them personally. In the future, they will become my successor's think tank and assist my successor in managing the Soong Foundation."
Just like Ouyang Qing and the others.
Over the years, the think tank team led by Ouyang Qing has been working hard to assist Song Jingcheng and help Song Jingcheng share a lot of pressure.
"You're not wrong."
In short, the two little guys just have no interest in managing the company, which doesn’t mean they don’t have the ability to manage the company.
If you can manage capable subordinates well, why worry about not having anyone to help manage the business?
"Oh, right." Song Jingcheng remembered something and said, "I heard that when Melody was released from prison last year, you went to pick her up?"
Ouyang Qing: "...Yeah."
"Who are you to pick her up?" Song Jingcheng teased him: "One-night stand?"
"...Stop laughing at me, okay?" Ouyang Qing found himself laughing more and more. He said, "I happened to be free those few days, and I remembered that she was about to be released from prison, so I stopped by to pick her up."
"On the way..."
"It takes three hours to drive from your house to the women's prison. You have such a smooth route... In three hours, I could even fly to Kyoto."
Ouyang Qing simply pretended to be deaf and said nothing.
"What do you think?" Song Jingcheng stared at Ouyang Qing scrutinizingly. He said, "Ouyang, Melody is no longer the desperate woman she once was. She is now a daughter of the Jun family."
"The three Junlin brothers went to pick her up in person on the day she was released from prison."
"Three months ago, Elder Jun passed away. Melody lined up in the procession of descendants at his funeral. Song Yuwei's name was engraved on Elder Jun's tombstone, along with the three sons of the Jun family."
"Although the Jun family has not publicly acknowledged her identity, everyone knows that Song Yuwei is a daughter of the Jun family."
"If you're serious, then you should be prepared for this, and maybe this will work. If you're just treating her as a toy, then be careful and be prepared for disaster."
Ouyang Qing sneered, "What do you mean I'm playing with the world? It's clearly her who's playing with me!"
"Every time she came to Qing City, she slept with me, ate me, and then ran away."
"Once he ran away, he disappeared."
"The next time she appears, it will definitely be when she is lonely and needs someone to accompany her."
"I feel like I've become her male lover..."
Song Jingcheng: "...Is that so?"
He suddenly felt some sympathy for Ouyang Qing.
"Anyway, you don't plan to get married, you're quite satisfied with her, and she's willing to pamper you every now and then."
"If you want to be open-minded, just be her male concubine. There's nothing to lose anyway."
Ouyang Qing's face darkened immediately, "Get lost!"
*
Sumen Medical is growing bigger and bigger, and has become one of the top three giants in the domestic medical industry. Chen He has now become a well-known female entrepreneur in the country.
She is even busier than Song Jingcheng and has to go on business trips every now and then. Song Jingcheng, on the other hand, seems like an idle person.
But recently Tang Ji's health has begun to fail, and Chen He has reduced the frequency of business trips, trying to get off work earlier and spend more time with the old man.
Tang Ji is almost 87 years old.
Thanks to Su Jin's company over the years, he was in a good mood and was able to live until now. Otherwise, he would have passed away a few years earlier.
Tang Ji did not have cancer. He just had normal organ failure, commonly known as old age disease.
That autumn, the persimmon tree in Su Jin's yard was full of fruits.
The leaves have all fallen, and the trees full of golden persimmons are shining brightly under the setting sun, which is particularly beautiful.
Tang Ji sat on a recliner, covered with a blanket hand-woven by Su Jin, and felt a little drowsy.
Su Jin came back from outside with a basket in her hand. She said, "I'll make you some stewed lamb tonight. Have a bowl."
Tang Ji opened his eyes and looked at Su Jin's much older figure. He wanted to say don't bother, but he stopped himself when the words came to his lips.
"Sprinkle more chopped green onions."
"good."
Su Jin spent three hours cooking a large pot of stewed mutton. In the evening, he called Chen He and his wife over, as well as Xie Jin and his wife.
Everyone gathered around the table to eat stewed lamb.
Tang Ji could no longer eat meat, so he just drank a few sips of soup.
After finishing her meal, Su Jin glanced at the clock on the wall. She suddenly waved to Xie Baotao and Da Niu, "You two, come with me."
The big girl wiped the mutton soup from her mouth with a napkin, let Xie Baotao lead her, and followed Su Jin to Tang Ji's recliner.
Su Jin said to Xie Baotao, "Taotao, come and take the old man's pulse."
Xie Baotao looked hesitant.
Tang Ji smiled at her and said, "Come on, child."
Xie Baotao then sat on the small soft stool and quietly took Tang Ji's pulse. Her face became increasingly heavy.
In the end, Xie Baotao pursed his red lips and his eyes turned a little red.
After Xie Baotao finished taking his pulse, Su Jin put Da Niu on the stool again. "Dan Niu, you come to take Uncle Grandpa's pulse. You must be serious and feel carefully, understand?"
The big girl had learned how to take a pulse from Su Jin a long time ago, but she was not very proficient in it yet.
She followed the instructions of her great-grandmother and felt Tang Ji's pulse with her short, open hands. After a long while, the girl softly said, "Grandpa's pulse is very weak and hard. It's very strange. It's different from Daddy and Mommy's."
Su Jin squatted in front of the girl and explained seriously, "This kind of pulse feels like pressing on a steel knife. That's because your uncle's liver is very sick."
"This is called the liver...dead pulse!"
Hearing this, the room fell silent.
The girl understood what the dead pulse meant. She looked at her uncle's much thinner face with some sadness, "So, uncle is leaving us?"
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