Song family, at the dining table---

Song Zhichao never thought that his father Song Haiming would suddenly say such a sentence, especially looking at Song Haiming's eyes and looks, it is estimated that he really regarded his children as thieves.

Yes, if you think about it, it's no wonder that Song Haiming would guess like this. As an honest refrigeration factory worker, how big can his mind be--- especially in this era when the average monthly salary is only more than 100 yuan, the 100,000 yuan in front of him is definitely an astronomical amount for people like Song Haiming and such a working class.

Even if it is calculated at 200 yuan a month, 100,000 yuan will require him to work for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to earn so much money.

At the beginning, when Zhu Fugui mailed 1,000 yuan here according to Song Zhichao's wishes, Song Haiming and his wife Wang Jinfeng were already so shocked that they didn't want it. By the time Zhu Fugui mailed 2,000 yuan to the Song family for the second time, Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng had not digested the last 1,000 yuan.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Fugui mailed more and more money to the Song family, from three thousand to five thousand, from five thousand to eight thousand--- Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng were both numb in surprise.

To be precise, the money Song Zhichao sent home was already beyond their imagination.

For the first time, Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng were worried about money, and because of the money, they slowly became afraid.

They have also watched some Hong Kong movies, it seems that many mainlanders go to Hong Kong and like to rob gold shops--- for this reason, Song Haiming and his wife Wang Jinfeng also went to the video hall to watch "Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers" a few times, and the more they watched it, the more they felt that something was wrong, and they felt that their son was just like the big circle boy inside, and he also went there to do illegal things.

As soon as this idea was planted in their hearts, Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng became more and more convinced that the money was not clean.

But before they could call their son Song Zhichao to ask about it, Zhu Fugui mailed them more than 20,000 yuan at once.

This time the two of them were completely paralyzed.

20,000 quick money!

This amount can't even be earned by 10,000 households in the village in a month!

No, no, no, to be precise, it is estimated that there are not many people in the entire southern metropolis who can earn more than 20,000 yuan a month, right?

At this moment, Song Zhichao and his wife were not only afraid, but fearful--- afraid that their son was doing bad things outside, otherwise how could they make so much money--- even if the ancestral tomb of the old Song family was smoking, it would not be so rich.

With a weak heart, a stomach full of doubts, afraid that he would make a mistake, Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng and his wife had to convince themselves that these were all dreams, all fake, but when I counted the money in the second half of the night, I found that the money was more and more, and it did not become less at all.

In the blink of an eye, a year or two have passed, and finally, Song Haiming seized the opportunity to call Zhu Fugui and ask Song Zhichao what he was doing over there, why he didn't even call home, what was the matter with this money, how did he send more and more, and was there something going on over there......

Faced with the questioning of Song Haiming and his wife, Zhu Fugui could only shirk Song Zhichao's school and part-time work in Hong Kong, and he had no time to contact his family, as for the money--- Zhu Fugui was about to cry, mailing 10,000 or 20,000 was already considered a little, but Song Zhichao asked him to mail hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, he was afraid of scaring Song Haiming, so he only mailed 10,000 or 20,000.

There is no way, now Song Zhichao's pattern of making money is too big, it has risen to hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions, and the pattern of his father Song Haiming and mother Wang Jinfeng is still circling around one or two thousand--- if they really tell them that their son Song Zhichao is now a billionaire, it would be strange if they were not scared to death.

In this way, Song Haiming and his wife slowly spent three years in Zhu Fugui's "white lies", and now Song Zhichao has finally returned from Hong Kong, Song Haiming can't help it anymore, and takes out all the money that Song Zhichao has sent to his home over the years, and asks him face to face, where did the money come from, and is it clean? !

At this moment, looking at his father Song Haiming's eyes and the 100,000 yuan on the table, Song Zhichao almost knew everything.

To tell the truth, Song Zhichao has always wanted to have money to make up for his family relationship with the Song family--- he didn't dare to face Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng directly, so when he interacted with the Song family, he basically asked his cousin Zhu Fugui to do it for him.

It's a pity that Zhu Fugui doesn't know how to deal with this matter, to be precise, he was also frightened by Song Zhichao's ability to make money, at the beginning Song Zhichao started a business and made hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, which he could accept. But as Song Zhichao's business is getting bigger and bigger, from millions to tens of millions, and now to tens of billionaires, it has long exceeded Zhu Fugui's imagination--- even young men like Zhu Fugui are unbelievable, let alone Song Haiming, these "old people".

Therefore, Zhu Fugui made a very correct move, turning the hundreds of thousands or even millions of money that Song Zhichao asked to send home into one or two thousand, thirty or forty thousand mail.

But even so, the money that Zhu Fugui sent to the Song family still scared the Song couple a lot.

At this moment, looking at Song Haiming's inquiring eyes and nervous expression, Song Zhichao knew that if he told him his true identity now, he would definitely be regarded as a madman, or Song Haiming would be frightened crazy by his own words, in short, one of the two would go crazy.

Therefore, Song Zhichao made a decision, he pretended to look at the money indifferently, and then said to Song Haiming: "You don't have to be afraid, I didn't steal this money, I earned it from business." ”

Where would Song Haiming believe, "What kind of business can you do to make so much money?"

"Do foreign trade, as well as exports, for example, some of Pan Yu's toys, clothes, and some messy things are shipped to Hong Kong, and then sold to Russia, the United Kingdom and other places, the more goods I earn--- the more I earn, the more I earn--- for example, I earn a dime for a toy, I can earn 1,000 yuan for 10,000 pieces, and I earn 10,000 yuan for 1 million!" Song Zhichao said with very simple data, " And that's just the profit of one toy, there are other types of toys, as well as clothes, canned food, alcohol, etc., which add up to a lot more money!"

Although Song Zhichao didn't know whether his father Song Haiming understood the "small profits but quick turnover" in the principles of economics, he knew that Song Haiming would definitely be able to settle the account.

Sure enough, after listening to Song Zhichao's explanation, Song Haiming showed a look of "sudden realization" and said: "Oh, no wonder you can send so much money, according to what you said, you earn a lot a month--- do you have thirty or forty thousand?"

When he said the number "thirty or forty thousand", Song Haiming's mouth trembled--- after all, in this era, this number is definitely a very terrifying number for the working class like him.

Song Zhichao completely understood the "distress" of his cousin Zhu Fugui sending money home at this time, and it was not too much to say, nor was it too little, so he had to smile at Song Haiming and said, "Almost." ”

Song Haiming exhaled deeply--- you must know that these thirty or forty thousand are already his ultimate limit, and Song Zhichao can make him faint when he says a little bit bigger than this.

"Yes, that's good, that's good!" Song Haiming picked up his wine glass and secretly drank a glass of "Suppression Wine".

But how did he know that what his precious son said was "almost", but in fact there were four or five zeros behind.

Fortunately, at this time, my mother Wang Jinfeng spoke, "Don't drink either, come over and watch TV--- since you are going to survive the New Year, let's be together, why drink so much!"

According to custom, the Chinese New Year's Eve is to stay up for the New Year, and the family is reunited together--- for Song Zhichao, who was an orphan in his previous life, this may be his first and last time to stay up with his family for a New Year's reunion this year.