Liang Yinhuan said: "Lord Wei don't be impatient, after a while, you will naturally know!" ”

Wei Ming saw that King Rui was serious, so he did the same and waited patiently. After that, Liang Yinhuan never said a word, just drank the tea one by one casually, looking very leisurely, but only Liang Yinhuan himself knew best how unconfident he was at this moment.

After waiting for nearly half a pillar of incense, King Rui still didn't make any further moves, so Wei Ming began to look around the room boredly. The whole room can be described as 'unobstructed', with no decoration on the clean and white walls, and even the furnishings are extremely simple. Wei Ming sighed a little impatiently, and just wanted to ask again, when there was a sound of footsteps in his ears, and then the voices of several men came into his ears.

The voice came from the next room where Wei Ming was, and although it was not loud, it was very clear. Wei Mingzheng was puzzled that the sound insulation effect here was too poor, but he didn't expect the words of the man next door to make him instantly enlightened.

"Song Gongzi, long time no see. Tired of running all the way, right? ”

Liang Yinhuan also heard the man's voice, and successfully recognized it as Qiu Feng's voice. Liang Yinhuan secretly wondered in his heart: What is the Lingshan Gang going to do today, and who is the 'Song Gongzi' in Qiu Fengkou? However, Liang Yinhuan still looked calm and relaxed on his face, patiently listening to the words of the two people next door.

The man bowed elegantly and said, "Qiu Gongzi is polite, it's just a trip to the capital, it's not a trouble." What's more, if it wasn't for Qiu Gongzi who came forward to treat my child's strange illness a year ago, I'm afraid that my child would not have recovered so quickly. ”

Qiu Feng smiled disappreciatively and said, "It's not enough to worry about it." How is the little boy's body now? ”

"It's been restored as before, thank you for your concern." The man smiled calmly, his eyes full of fatherly love.

Qiu Feng lowered his head and lowered his eyes, suddenly changed his words, and said: "Actually, this time it is not as simple as letting Song Gongzi come all the way to the capital to catch up on the past. ”

Although the man was a little surprised by Qiu Feng's single-knife penetration, he had long expected that the Lingshan Gang must have other intentions to invite him to Beijing this time, but he didn't care, after all, Qiu Feng had saved his only son, and now it was nothing to ask for a little return. So the man was only slightly stunned, but he was not too surprised.

Ay... Recently, the imperial court has been turbulent, and it is not easy to do business with it, and this Yanyu Building is even more poorly managed, losing money year after year, and it is almost impossible to support it. However, although my Yanyu Building is a small place, it can be regarded as my hard work, and I don't want to resell it to others at will. Song Gongzi, you can be said to be a rich party in the northwest, it shouldn't be difficult to take over my small Qinglou, right? ”

Hearing this, the man had basically understood Qiu Feng's purpose for coming to him this time. The man pondered silently for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "I can't take over here, but I can make a sum of money, just as I inject capital, but the operation of the entire Yanyu Building is still in charge of your Lingshan Gang, I won't interfere, as long as I give me a dividend at the end of the year, what do you think, Qiu Gongzi?" ”

It can not only solve the shortage of funds but also keep the Qinglou, this deal is too cost-effective, if it is replaced by someone else, it will already be too happy, but Qiu Feng just looked at the man lightly, and there was no joy in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he said casually: "I didn't expect Song Gongzi to be so generous, how can you count this transaction as a loss?" ”

The man didn't seem to care about this little money, and said with a smile: "I'm not good at running the Qinglou, even if I buy it, I may not be better than Qiu Gongzi." Wouldn't it be better for me to sit back and enjoy the results? ”

Qiu Feng nodded in agreement, and said, "Song Gongzi is right. But..."Qiu Feng paused deliberately, glancing at the blank wall beside him with his spare eyes, he knew in his heart that behind this wall, Liang Yinhuan and Wei Ming were listening to their conversation. So Qiu Feng deliberately led his words to another topic, and asked meaningfully: "But I found that although you are the overlord in the northwest, you have never extended your business to the capital, and you have never set foot in all the money-making businesses in Beijing, so do you suffer losses?" Why don't you take this opportunity to open the door to the capital? ”

The man didn't seem to expect the other party to ask such a question, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, showing the embarrassment at the moment. There was a moment of embarrassment in the atmosphere, and finally the man simply replied: "There are too many restraints under the feet of the Son of Heaven, and it is not so simple to do business here." ”

Qiu Feng smiled evilly, seemingly satisfied with the other party's answer, and he continued to ask, "Oh? That's weird! Song Gongzi is the son of Dali Temple, and he has also served in Dali Temple for a period of time, whether it is your father's status in Beijing or your connections here, it will never be to the point of difficulty, right? ”

Every time Qiu Feng said a word, the man's face turned pale, he stood up, looked at Qiu Feng, who was laughing heartlessly on the other side, in horror, and asked, "You! How do you know this? Who are you and people?! ”

Looking at the other party's pale face and excited look, Qiu Feng smiled even deeper. The more impatient and flustered the other party was, the more calm and relaxed he became, so he unhurriedly changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and said slowly: "Is it wrong to say it in the next place?" Isn't Song Gongzi's father Song He, the temple secretary of Dali Temple? And Song Wei is not your real name, your real name is Song Xiaoyi, and you are Song He's only son! ”

The man named Song Xiaoyi was still standing in place like a sculpture, trying to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth, but in the end he choked in his throat, and he couldn't make the slightest sound, because he knew that what Qiu Feng had just said was a thing, and he couldn't refute it.

Qiu Feng saw that the other party didn't speak for a long time, and it seemed that he was greatly impacted, so Qiu Feng said again: "Back then, your Song family was infinitely beautiful!" It's a pity that providence makes people, but when the Song family was at its peak, Lord Song He was seriously ill and died after a long time. And Song Gongzi, you were also grief-stricken because of the death of your father, and resolutely resigned from the official position in the Dali Temple in despair, and left the capital soon after, and since then he has been incognito, changed his name to Song Wei, and made a living in business. ”

Speaking of this, Wei Ming and Liang Yinhuan, who were in the next room, had already understood the true identity of the man surnamed Song. And Wei Ming, who is a friend of Song He, is even more uneasy, he has never seen this nephew since Song He's death, but he didn't expect to see him again in this situation after many years. (To be continued.) )