Perhaps out of his own apology for failing to keep Song Yong's identity secret, the speed at which Shencheng Auction Company settled the amount of this auction to Song Yong was an unusual pleasure.

Anyway, it was Song Yong himself, after refusing the auction company's farewell.

Alone, he walked into the lobby of the office building, and received a new message on his mobile phone.

This is a piece of information that made Song Yong read it, and the bones of his whole body were lighter in an instant, because the message was written like this:

Your tail number is 9876 card, and at 14:32 on September 29, you remitted 51,700,000 yuan to other banks, and the balance is 5,298,300 yuan (XX Bank).

At first, he looked around vigilantly, and found that no one was paying attention to him.

Song Yongcai counted the messages on his mobile phone, and the long list of 0s that made his head a little dizzy.

After counting six times, Song Yong took the calculator on the P30 mobile phone and calculated it twice again to make sure that the numbers on it were correct.

After deducting the 3% commission agreed by the parties in the contract.

In the final payment of the auction, the Shencheng Auction Bank also needs to pay 3% of the personal income tax on his behalf, and the final transaction price of 55 million yuan, after deducting 6%, is not 51.7 million yuan.

plus the more than one million business funds he has accumulated in recent times.

A few months ago, Song Yong, who had only one steel hammer left in his body, could be said to be just over 1,000 yuan, and his personal assets reached 53 million.

With a crisp sound of 'pop~', Song Yong gave himself a mouth without warning.

He wanted to use such a simple and crude way to prove whether he had a beautiful illusion because he was crazy about money?

The crisp voice, as well as the burning pain on the left side of his face, made Song Yong glad to confirm that all this was true.

The only small problem is that his self-harming behavior frightened the little security guard at the door of the office building.

Fortunately, Song Yong wore a set of good clothes to support the scene today.

Therefore, the little security guard who reacted did not treat this thing as a nervous disorder and pressed it on the spot, but asked carefully: "Sir, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay! I just had a big mosquito in my face. In Song Yong's mouth, he replied seriously.

Then, he unfurled his umbrella and stepped out into what seemed to be a rainstorm, leaving behind him a small security guard who was trying to keep his eyes wide open and looking around for mosquitoes......

In the strong wind and rain, the small folding umbrella in Song Yong's hand can play a very limited role.

Therefore, it was just on the sidewalk on the side of the road, and after walking a distance of less than a thousand meters, Song Yong's whole body was already wet.

Not only his pants and shoes, but he was wet with the rain that drifted in under the umbrella.

Even on his head and face, there was a lot of splashes blown by the strong wind, but Song Yong, who was in an indescribably complicated mood at the moment, didn't mind such a situation at all.

Yes, that's right! He's a little confused right now.

Even Song Yong himself didn't expect that after he had so much money, he would have such an indescribable complicated mind in his heart.

Relaxed, happy, ecstatic, similar to such positive emotions, that is naturally there.

Thinking that in the future, even if he doesn't have to do anything, even if the Song Ji food stall is yellow because of his own toss, he doesn't have to worry about the problem of not being able to live.

Song Yongcai felt that since he said goodbye to the state of Sanhe God, the kind of heavy pressure that pressed on his heart and shoulders was gone all of a sudden.

And what makes Song Yong a little puzzled is that in addition to the good emotions in his heart above.

At such a moment, he actually felt a little confused and empty for no reason, and he had no direction for the future.

Even, he had an inexplicable feeling of fear and unease.

He was worried that all this beautiful thing would suddenly disappear, and that he would become the unknown god who was in Sanhe again, as rotten as stinky meat.

Song Yong knows that this may be the legendary 'get-rich-quick syndrome'!

And at this time, Song Yong noticed the mobile phone in his pocket, and suddenly the ringtone rang.

After instinctively answering the phone, the stick shouted on the other end of the phone:

"Ayong, we've done almost everything we need to make before we open tonight, but it seems that the wind and rain outside are getting stronger and stronger, so will we continue to open tonight?"

Song Yong, who was holding the mobile phone, could not only hear the sound of the stick on the other end of the phone in his ears, but also the laughter of other people in the store.

You don't need to see it with your own eyes, Song Yong can have such a scene in his mind:

After all the work, everyone enjoyed the rare leisure time between hard work, even if it was just watching TV and chatting, they also felt quite happy.

In this breath of life, Song Yong suddenly realized:

Stupidly walking on the sidewalk, he must be pretentious like a slut!

How can there be so many hypocritical thoughts, as long as he lives and works hard, his life and everyone's life will only get better and better, no matter how rich and rich he is, as long as he works hard to carry out his ordinary life, it is also so moving.

"Hey~ Ah Yong, did you hear what I just said, everyone is still waiting for your decision. ”

When Song Yong fell into such a profound thinking about life, the stick on the other end of the phone shouted again, waking him up again.

Song Yong, who woke up, said like this:

"Now that the wind and rain are so strong, it will be even bigger at night, and it is estimated that those foodies will not come, so it is still closed today, so let everyone have a good rest for a day, it is the paid kind." ”

It is estimated that when the stick called him, the hands-free function was turned on.

When Song Yong finished saying this, he could immediately hear a burst of loud cheers from the other end of the phone.

However, the good news that Song Yong gave them was more than that, he continued: "I remember to send a notice to those foodie groups in WeChat to tell them that they will not be open tonight. ”

"Also, I remember that in the largest freezer in the kitchen, there was a pork rib that I had brought back, and you washed and chopped it first, and then washed some wild vegetables with big leaves, and then we had a hot pot dinner together in the evening. ”

In such stormy weather.

What could be more refreshing than closing the door of the store and a large group of people hiding in a small shop to eat hot pot? When he thought of this, Song Yong's heart was completely calm.

The only regret is that in such a bad weather today, he is not at ease to ask the female ticket to come over to eat hot pot together.

And at this time, a brake sound of 'creak~' sounded, and a familiar Wuling god car stopped on the side of the road.

Then, after rolling down the window, the Didi driver shouted loudly: "Brother, what's wrong with you, do you have no money to take a taxi back? Get in the car, I invited you this time." ”

With a wet water trail, Song Yong simply climbed onto the Wuling bread.

Then, under the roar of the engine of some years, a large puff of black smoke came out of the rear of the minivan and drove in the direction of Sanhe.

At this moment, Song Yong's heart warmed inexplicably, because it was the direction of his small home in this huge city.