The site of the preparatory ceremony---

Under the big stage.

Facing the reporter who interviewed him, as well as the camera, Song Haiming felt very nervous, yes, nervous to death. So much so that when the female reporter asked him the first question, he didn't hear what was being asked clearly.

Fortunately, his wife Wang Jinfeng reached out and pinched the flesh on his waist beside him, and the pain made Song Haiming sigh and wake up, and then asked the female reporter with a sullen head: "What are you asking?"

The female reporter has a good temper, to be precise, she has interviewed many similar people and has rich experience, so she smiled and asked her question again: "What do you think about investing so much money in the development and construction of Nandu?"

As soon as Song Haiming heard this, he shook his head violently, "No, no, the person who invested in the money is not me, it is my son." ”

The female reporter was stunned: "Your son?"

At first, the female reporter thought that Song Haiming was the kind of pragmatic entrepreneur who "pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger", but when she heard this, she understood, it turned out that he was not a big money, and there was someone else who had a big money.

Invest 5 million, 10 million, invest 200 million!

This young man is by no means simple, at least in Nandu, he is one of the best supertycoons.

Stars appeared in the eyes of the female reporter, and she finally calmed down, and became more interested in the "son" in Song Haiming's mouth in front of her, and asked: "Then what is your son's name and what kind of company is it?"

Song Haiming still shook his head violently: "I can't say this, he said to keep a low profile." Besides, he has a lot of companies, and there are many materials, logistics, and financial investments, which I don't understand. ”

The female reporter is even more curious, and other people around her are also curious, I have seen this kind of mysterious tycoon on TV before, but I didn't expect it to exist in reality.

The female reporter put the microphone to Song Haiming's mouth, got closer, and asked, "Then can you briefly introduce some of your son's situation, everyone is very curious." ”

Song Haiming felt that this posture was very inappropriate, a little like washing a cucumber and wanting to gnaw it, so he suggested that he take the microphone himself.

The female reporter handed him the microphone, and Song Haiming grabbed it tightly, for fear that he would lose money if he fell to the ground.

"He said that you should keep a low profile. Song Haiming glanced at the curious eyes around him, "But since everyone wants to know, I will say three points, first, his name is Song Zhichao, my son, second, he worked in the south and has only recently returned, and third, he has been to Hong Kong." ”

When Song Haiming said that Song Zhichao had worked in the south, the people around him didn't feel anything, after all, in this era, there are more mainlanders who go to the south to work, but most of them are working boys, and I haven't seen a few developed ones.

But when it came to the third point, after Song Zhichao went to Hong Kong, everyone suddenly realized, no wonder people can succeed and go to Hong Kong!

What is Hong Kong?

Gold everywhere!

It's much easier to pan for gold in Hong Kong than it is here.

For a while, everyone's eyes were hot, and they wished that they would have the opportunity to go to Hong Kong and pick up gold on the land of Hong Kong.

After all, the female reporter is just a knowledgeable and literate person, knowing that Hong Kong is not really full of gold, just an exaggerated metaphor, at this time I have roughly understood Song Zhichao's difference, a relieved fluffy jump, so I asked: "Then can you reveal more specifically, so the age of the mysterious Mr. Song Zhichao, is he married, does he have a girlfriend, and what are his requirements for the object of his choice?"

Song Haiming: "Oh, my son is twenty-four years old this year, and he hasn't ...... for the time being" relieved himself, "Hey, what are you asking for?"

Curiously looked at the female reporter.

The female reporter's cheeks were slightly red, and she was afraid that her selfishness would be seen through by the other party, so she smiled and covered it up: "I was asking for the majority of girls in Nandu, and they all seemed to know whether this young and promising Mr. Song Zhichao had a partner......

Song Haiming hadn't opened his mouth yet, at this time, Wang Jinfeng, who was Song Zhichao's mother, couldn't help but take a step forward, snatched the microphone from her husband Song Haiming's hand, pushed Song Haiming aside with a "dove occupying the magpie's nest", and said with a smile in front of the camera: "Girl, this question is a good question--- about my son's lifelong event, I am also anxious!"

Female Journalist: "......"

Some are confused, and some are surprised.

Those who have girls in the family, as well as those who are the big girls and big girls of Huanghua, at this moment, all came over with bright eyes, pricked up their ears, and stared at Wang Jinfeng with their eyes, for fear of missing something.

Wang Jinfeng glanced around, and was very satisfied with the actions of the girls around him, when his family was poor before, some people came to the matchmaker, but at that time, Song Zhichao was working in the south, and that Tian Xiaoli was with his son, so Wang Jinfeng never thought of finding a daughter-in-law for his son.

But now it's different.

That Tian Xiaoli has eyes and doesn't know treasures, and she has avoided a super-large diamond, but she just wants to pick up a dirt stump, and now that her son Song Zhichao is single again, of course she has to take on the responsibility of helping her son find a daughter-in-law.

The most important thing is that Wang Jinfeng is now in a hurry to hold his grandson.

During the time Song Zhichao came back, Wang Jinfeng knocked on his son several times, telling him that he was very lonely now, and he felt cold in his arms, and something was missing.

But that baby son just doesn't open his mind, saying what's missing, why don't I buy you a pillow?

Hearing this, Wang Jinfeng's teeth itched with hatred.

So during a meal, Wang Jinfeng directly told Song Zhichao that I wanted to hug my grandson.

At this time, Wang Jinfeng could still remember what his son looked like at that time, holding the rice bowl, and he was so surprised that even the rice in his mouth was about to squirt out.

This child is out in the wild, and she doesn't worry, like this kind of inheritance, she still needs her mother to Zhang Luo.

……

In full view---

Thousands of people around for free, singing on the stage stopped singing at the moment, and pricked up their ears to listen to the "billionaire" mother's next "marriage advertisement".

From the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl to the forty or fifty-year-old aunt, they were all engrossed, staring wide-eyed, cleaning the contents of their ears, and preparing to listen.

Who knows, if such a good thing falls on me.

Little girl: "As long as you are young, you will be young and fit, and everyone loves you--- let alone this super-rich man?"

Old aunt: "There are all kinds of strange people in the world, and if you don't like to be young, you like to be as old as yourself! ”

Just when everyone was thinking nonsense, Wang Jinfeng spoke---

"The conditions are very simple, first, young, second, beautiful, and third, to be able to give birth!"

The scene was in an uproar.

That's too low!

Many little girls at the scene felt that they were very compatible at the first time, and they were excited.

However, Wang Jinfeng then said: "Fourth, and most importantly, let my son look at it!"

Audience: "......"

Stunned--- question is, what is your son like and where is it?