Song Shan didn't know about the main table at this time, and suddenly a phone call came, if he took the mobile phone and answered the phone directly in front of so many people, most of the people would be watched.

At this time, in the northwest, most of the big brothers are novelties.

His digital mobile phone, which is a high-tech product, is definitely more eye-catching than his motorcycle, so he quietly hid on the hillside behind the ancestral hall to answer the phone.

"Mr. Song, that's the way it is!" This is the phone number of Song Jiang's assistant Mo Shaokang.

The connection between Mo Shaokang and Song Shan is secretive.

Mo Shaokang is Song Shan's side to Song Jiang, of course, it is not an eyeliner, but a help, Song Jiang's current ability is not enough to support the grain and oil of the country, once Song Shan withdraws, someone needs to escort Song Jiang.

Mo Shaokang came back from Song Shan's personal signboard, a highly educated talent, but because he did something wrong, he was blacklisted by many companies, whether it was Xijing or Huaguo, many large companies would not use him.

He also thought that this life would be like this.

But he met Song Shan.

Song Shan's appreciation of him is an affirmation, everyone thinks that he can't use it, but Song Shan's use of him, for him, is a charcoal in the snow, and when countless people don't trust him, someone gives him a hope.

Sending charcoal in the snow is always more memorable than icing on the cake.

And he, like a drowning man, was rescued with a rope, which is even more trusting.

"This is a good thing!" Song Shan held a straw in his mouth, squatted on the turf, and said: "The second-in-command of the provincial government, now he has taken the initiative to put down the olive branch, which is equivalent to being a backer for us in a good year, you must let Song Dong be ready for this meeting and talk!"

After Song Jiang appeared on Qinchuan Satellite TV, he quickly became popular.

There's no such thing as an internet celebrity right now.

Most people's entertainment is on TV, Qinchuan Satellite TV is on the star, it is the most eye-catching station in the entire Qinchuan, not only broadcast nationwide, but the ratings in Qinchuan are definitely the strongest.

As soon as he turned around, he had already become a pioneer in the economic development of Northwest China, which was not just a matter of a company, but would inevitably attract the attention of the political and business circles.

So it's only been a few days, and even the second-in-command of the provincial government has taken the initiative to invite talks.

The second-in-command of the provincial government, that is the executive deputy of the government.

It is this part of Qinchuan private enterprises that is responsible.

"But Song Dong doesn't seem to be a little confident!" Mo Shaokang said: "I'm afraid that the talks will collapse!"

Mo Shaokang has been following Song Jiang for a few days, and he knows Song Jiang's level very well, whether it is cultural level, economic awareness, or advanced times, he lacks it.

Jiangshan grain and oil has come to this day.

That's because of Song Shan.

Song Jiang is more of a puppet who has been pushed out.

"This is your responsibility!" Song Shan said in a deep voice: "Assistant Mo, I invite you back with a high salary, because I think that you can make him a qualified chairman, and you can let him deal with the situation that he can't handle!"

"Other things are okay, but Mr. Song, Ye Province's summons is extraordinary, and now many people in Xijing are staring, I'm not sure that Song Dong can impress Ye Province!"

Mo Shaokang took the initiative to say.

"Ye Changtian, this is an iron-fisted person, you don't have self-confidence, it's a normal thing, in this way, you let people go back, in my office, take out the second document in my drawer!" Song Shan thought for a while and said, "You let Song Dong read this document well!"

That's when he wrote a book about the future of the Northwest's economy.

That's not speculation.

It's his description of history.

There are a lot of cutting-edge ideas of the times, and these are very common information in later generations, but in this era, it is definitely golden information.

As long as Song Jiang can put these views out, he will definitely impress the provincial government, and maybe there will be an unexpected gain.

"Mr. Song, in fact, what Dong Song means is to let you go into battle in person, Director Zhong and Manager Wei all mean this!" Mo Shaokang heard this, and vaguely put forward his opinion: "This meeting is too important for our harvest year, and even for the entire country!"

Once you can get the approval of the provincial government, the road of grain and oil will inevitably go more smoothly.

In his opinion, only Song Shan can come forward.

"No wonder he called me so much!"

Song Shan said: "I don't answer his phone now, he can't find me, so he can only play in person, just like this time on TV!"

"What if he has stage fright?"

"Don't underestimate my eldest brother, his character is very tough!" Song Shan said: "You have to convince him of this matter, and he must face it himself!"

"Mr. Song, I don't understand it!"

Mo Shaokang said.

Tens of millions of companies, after this hurdle, if you want to break 100 million, it is not difficult, isn't that young boy not tempted at all, even if their brothers have a good relationship, they will not come to this point.

"Assistant Mo, I told you in advance, the future of the country's grain and oil, just his Song Jiang's grain and oil, some things, must be faced by him personally, you are a high-achieving student who stays in school, and has been up and down in the business world for many years, has done the right thing, has done the wrong thing, I think you are able to deal with the situation both in terms of ability and experience, I invite you to be an assistant, just a start, I hope you can let him learn how to manage a business!"

Song Shan said.

"I see!"

Mo Shaokang hung up the phone.

Song Shan put away his phone and walked out.

Syllable!

At this time, the ancestral hall banquet was still going on, but the main table had already begun to shoot the table.

Song Shan fixed his eyes and saw that it was actually him who was mad.

His son Song Jifang, on the prestige of generations, is not on the main table, the main table is all elders, except for the two old guys who are all Xingzi generations, they are all micro-character people, and there are no more than five people in the step-word generation, all of whom are people with heads and faces from all clans.

The old patriarch is mainly because of Song Jiang, Song Jiang is now a multimillionaire, and the Song family is the most promising, and he can't produce one in a hundred years, so he took the initiative to let Song Jiang's Laozi Song Jifang go to the main table, which is a kind of clan glory.

"What do you mean by Yanbian, borrowing the family tree, you want to rob the family tree!"

Song Jifang's temper is not good, he can usually endure it, but now he can't bear it, so he turned over: "When I am rich in the Song family, everyone is dead, the ancestral hall of the Song family is here, the family tree is here, you have a few stinky money!"

"Elders they speak, what is the matter with you, do you understand etiquette or not!"

The Song family in Yanbian, Song Jilong, the long cow is tall and big, with a gold chain and a gold ring, the eldest brother in his hand raised up, pointed at Song Jifang's nose, and said with a wealth of money: "You rich people don't take good care of your ancestors, our people from the Song family in Yanbian are rich, can carry the banner of the Song family, and can carry forward the Song family, why can't you be in charge of the family tree!"

"You have money, you can have money to live with our family!"

Song Jifang's life, now there is a son who can let him show off, the neighbors are too familiar with him and he is embarrassed to show off, but he really didn't expect to come to the door to find abuse, after all, it broke out: "Our prosperous Song family can't lack this money, if you are not willing to repair the ancestral tomb and the ancestral hall, we will come by ourselves, I put the words here, the male of our Song family has not died for a day, and this genealogy has to stay in the ancestral hall!"

"It's easy to talk big, if you have the ability, you can also take out 100,000 yuan to repair the ancestral tomb and the ancestral hall, this is what our Yanbian Song family has never said!"

Another middle-aged man in Yanbian said with disdain: "Poor farmer, I'll see how much money you can come up with!"

"One hundred thousand?"

Song Shan walked over, he couldn't see his father being wronged, his father was out of breath, he could only stand up: "Just the way you search, aren't you afraid of the ancestors' scolding?"

"What a big breath!" The middle-aged man of the Song family in Yanbian glanced at Song Shan coldly: "Huangkou child, the elders speak, you can also mix, get out!"

"Fuck shit with my son again, I'll let you out sideways!"

Song Jifang was furious.

"What's the matter, you jade are relying on too many people, and you want to bully people!" Several young men of the Song clan in Yanbian stood up and made a strong voice.

"It's a lot of people!"

Song Shan patted the table, signaled to his father, and then slapped the table unscrupulously: "The masters of the Song family in the jade capital, all squeak!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Song family members at the seventy or eighty tables stood up for the most part.

The momentum is fierce, as if in a group fight.

More than 100 people from the Song family in Yanbian were suddenly overwhelmed, and the faces of the people at the main table were ugly, especially the two old patriarchs, if this turned into a brawl and their own people beat the family, it would really become a scandal.

"Shanzi, the elders are here, don't be rude!"

The old patriarch spoke softly.

"Since the patriarch said so, then we don't bully people, everyone sit down, here in the ancestral hall, we don't want our ancestors to laugh!" Song Shan pressed his hand, everyone sat down, it was not that he had high prestige, it was that the Song family was originally united, and the most important thing was that everyone knew that the Song family had a multimillionaire and was willing to befriend the Song family.

"Brother, this thing is like this, brother, I don't force you, it's a fact that your Yudu Song clan can't look down on the ancestors, such a dilapidated ancestral hall, I'm afraid that the ancestors will be angry, cultivating the ancestral hall is a necessary thing, if you can come up with 100,000 yuan to repair the ancestral tomb, the genealogy matter will be stopped, when we didn't say it!"

Song Xinghe said calmly.

He is rich and rich, and he smashes people with money.

"100,000 yuan, too little, we are sorry for our ancestors, if you want to cultivate the ancestral hall, at least 500,000!"

Song Shan pressed the old patriarch, not to embarrass the old patriarch, the old patriarch opened his mouth and he spoke, it was a different effect, he was young, he could be forgiven for speaking, if the old patriarch spoke, it would be to tear his face directly.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, threw it on the table, then found a stool, stood up directly, and said loudly to everyone: "Today, I announce one thing, my Fengsheng Song family will pay 500,000 yuan to repair the tomb and repair the ancestral hall, and now all the people of the Song family are here to witness, if we can't do it, you Yanbian will take away the genealogy, and we will dismantle the ancestral hall ourselves!"