After explaining the study situation to his father, Song Mengcheng decided to talk to his parents about starting a company.

It just so happens that Zhuang Lan is not there, it will be easy to express, and the rest of the work is naturally done by his father.

Song Mengcheng organized the language and said, "Dad, there is something I want you to talk to. ”

Song Chuwen didn't show any surprise, but said casually: "Is it something that can't let your mother know?"

Song Mengcheng said: "No, I just want to tell you first, and then you will do my mother's job." ”

Song Chuwen tasted a bite of the preserved fruit, raised his eyes to look at Song Mengcheng, and said, "Got the target?"

"The subject is disposed of, but that's not what I'm talking about. Song Mengcheng said with a smile.

"Oh, you name it. Song Chuwen expressed great interest.

Song Chuwen guessed that his son wanted to talk about his partner, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and Song Mengcheng didn't go home during the Spring Festival.

The parents speculated that Song Mengcheng might have had a girlfriend and didn't come back.

There is no need to interfere in this kind of thing at all, and this is the benefit of the intellectual family, and the degree of freedom is very high.

Song Mengcheng took out a bank card, handed it to Song Chuwen, and said, "Dad, I opened a company, and there are several companies. ”

"What are you talking about?" Song Chuwen was still shocked by the news, "Start a company, what type of company?"

Song Mengcheng continued: "There are 1 million in this bank card, and the password is the last six digits of my ID card. I ran a media company, a nature education company, and a magazine. ”

Song Mengcheng took out a copy of the "New Real Estate" magazine from his bag and handed it to Song Chuwen, "I made this magazine." ”

Song Chu'er obviously couldn't digest this information, took the bank card, flipped through the magazine, and didn't know how to ask.

"You have really grown up, how is the development of the company, how much money have you earned?" Song Chuwen calmed down and began to ask from the specific numbers, because this is the most intuitive way to judge the size of the company.

Song Mengcheng said: "There may be more than 80 people in several companies combined, and I have earned more than 4 million yuan this year. I spent more than 1 million yuan to buy a car, and gave Jiang Mengmeng 500,000 yuan, and just invested another 1 million yuan to make a security company, and I kept more than 1 million yuan as working capital, and this 1 million yuan is for you and my mother. ”

"Jiang Mengmeng?" Song Chuwen noticed this detail and asked.

"It's Jiang Honghua's daughter, last time I cooperated with the police to carry out work, but from my own point of view, I felt very guilty, and when Jiang Mengmeng went abroad, I gave her 500,000 yuan to help her solve her living expenses. ”

Song Chuwen patted Song Mengcheng on the shoulder and said, "Don't think so much about the past, it's not your fault." You want me to do your mother's job?"

"Well, I'll say it directly, I'm afraid that my mother will be worried, you give my mother a preventive shot in advance, and with you by your side to persuade me, my mother is easy to accept this matter. Song Mengcheng said with a smile.

Song Mengcheng didn't want to talk more about Jiang Mengmeng, so he followed Song Chuwen's topic, and Song Chuwen didn't have a deep understanding of this topic, like a tacit understanding between father and son.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to me, but I still have to remind you that you are young after all, and you have a lot of opportunities to make money in the future, so you still have to focus on your studies, especially if you don't make money, you can't be proud. Song Chuwen patiently persuaded.

"Well, I know, I can still study, although I am not in the top few, but it is no problem to be middle and upper in the class, this dad, you can rest assured, as for pride, there must be a little bit. Song Mengcheng said with a smile.

"Didn't I teach you before, Zeng Guofan said that many people in ancient and modern times have been defeated with a proud word. This kind of thinking is unacceptable. Song Chuwen directly threw out an example, leaving you with no way to refute it.

Song Mengcheng said with a smile: "I just said it casually, and I was not really proud. ”

After a while, Zhuang Lan came back from grocery shopping, and sure enough, she bought quick-frozen noodles and beans, pumpkin, eggplant and green peppers, and a bundle of eggs.

Basically, they are all Song Mengcheng's favorite dishes.

As soon as Zhuang Lan entered the house, Song Chuwen handed the bank card to Zhuang Lan.

Zhuang Lan was puzzled by the bank card and said, "Where did it come from?"

Song Chuwen said with a smile: "Our son is very rich, and he earned 1 million for you." ”

"1 million, there are 1 million on this card?" Zhuang Lan was obviously in disbelief, shaking the bank card and asked.

"Well, you can go to the bank to check later, your son said that there are 1 million, he won't joke about this, the password is your son's birthday six digits. Song Chuwen said with a smile.

"Son, didn't you do anything illegal?" Zhuang Lan asked worriedly.

Song Mengcheng gave Song Chuwen a look, and Song Chuwen decisively took over the conversation and said: "There is no crime, your son opened a company and made a lot of money this year, and the 1 million is less than half of what he earned." ”

"Really, son, what kind of company do you open?" The column ignored Song Chuwen, and instead asked Song Mengcheng the question.

Song Mengcheng could only patiently explain: "Mom, don't worry, this money is the right way to do the right thing, I have made a media company, a magazine, and an education company, all of which are currently profitable, and I have also invested in a security company, which is in operation, just starting, but it should not be able to lose." ”

Zhuang Lan stuffed the bank card into Song Mengcheng's hand and said: "Son, if you can make an interest, my mother will be very happy, you can keep this money for yourself, and buy more real estate, your father and I have salaries, and the money is enough to spend, so I can't use it." ”

"Mom, you can take it, it's only a quarter of the money I earned, I have enough working capital here, in case the business fails one day, you can lend it to me to start a new business." Song Mengcheng said with a smile.

"Okay, Mom will keep it for you first, and then take it out when you need it. Zhuang Lan put the bank card in the box and locked it, and then returned to the kitchen to cook with peace of mind.

Song Chuwen also went to the kitchen to help, and the two of them exchanged various things about their son by the way.

Song Mengcheng deliberately didn't bother, but turned on the TV and watched the TV.

For this meal at noon, Zhuang Lan made a sauce eggplant, a green pepper tea egg, and a potato stewed oil beans, and specially baked a few sugar cakes.

Song Mengcheng hadn't eaten his mother's food for too long, and he was a little wolfy.

"Son, slow down. Don't choke. Zhuang Lan persuaded on the side, she didn't care about eating by herself, and while persuading, she also put vegetables in Song Mengcheng's bowl.

"Mom's cooking is delicious. Song Mengcheng praised.

"Your problem of eating fast is too bad, you are prone to stomach problems, and you should chew slowly when eating. Zhuang Lan didn't forget to popularize science about Song Mengcheng.

After eating, Zhuang Lan took Song Chuwen to the bank and checked the bank card given by Song Mengcheng.

After counting a bunch of 0s repeatedly, it was determined that it was 1 million, Zhuang Lan said: "Our son is indeed very powerful." The two of us haven't saved 1 million after working for half our lives, and my son has only been out for a year and got it back. I don't know who this child inherited. ”

Song Chuwen said disappreciably: "That must be the excellent genes we both have inherited from him, otherwise son, can he be so good?"

After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled, and Zhuang Lan said, "What can I get my son to eat at night?"

"Whatever, your son is not a guest, why do you need special entertainment. Song Chuwen said.

Zhuang Lan suddenly looked unhappy, "He is also your son, you don't want him to gain weight?" You see that the child is black and thin now, I don't know how much he has suffered outside, and he will report good news and not bad news when he comes back. ”

The two of you ran to the vegetable market and bought a bunch of vegetables and came back.