As soon as Song Yiqing's figure appeared in the casino, someone took the initiative to greet her.

"Boss Song, you're here, please inside."

Someone took the initiative to take what she had in her hand, and she was flattered by this treatment.

Before she came, she was also very worried in her heart.

With such a big piece of fat in the casino, is Zhang Bingfeng really willing to hand it over to her?

Song Yiqing wasn't sure, so she came to test it today.

Zhang Bingfeng was resting in the private room, and when he heard Song Yiqing coming, he immediately sat up, and his mental state was much better.

His subordinates helped him out of bed: "Do you want to tell Boss Song that you are sick and ask her to come back to visit another day?" ”

"No, I'll see you today."

He cheered up his spirit and went to see Song Yiqing.

Yesterday's lights were too dim, and Song Yiqing didn't see Zhang Bingfeng's appearance clearly.

Today's sun is just right, and the tall and burly man in front of him has a resolute face, his hair is mixed with gray hair, and he is not smiling, but he has a graceful beauty.

Song Yiqing secretly guessed in his heart that he must have been a handsome guy who could charm thousands of girls back then.

"Hello, it's abrupt for us to come to visit you without saying hello."

Zhang Bingfeng sat down and smiled disappreciatively: "Say that, when you come, I am happy and welcome." ”

Those people put the things that Song Yiqing brought on the table.

"This is a little bit of my heart, please accept it."

Zhang Bingfeng's smile deepened: "Okay, good, it's hard for you to have this filial piety." ”

Song Yiqing put her hands in front of her knees, and in her bag was a plan that she had written overnight.

All the methods of rectifying the casino, she kept a record.

"I'm here today to discuss with you the reform plan for the casino."

Song Yiqing handed over the plan to Zhang Bingfeng.

Zhang Bingfeng flipped through it unhurriedly, word by word, and read it carefully.

The more he looked, the more soothing it became on his face.

The boy was smart, like his eldest brother.

Finally, he finished reading the last sentence: "These are all you think?" ”

"Yes."

Song Yiqing seemed to be a primary school student who was asked by the teacher, and replied respectfully.

"These ideas are very good, you can take this casino as a pilot, and if it is successful, it will be promoted to various industries in the province."

Zhang Bingfeng showed great trust in her.

Song Yiqing was flattered: "Don't you have anything you want to ask?" ”

"Nope."

Zhang Bingfeng shook his head with a smile, in fact, it was not only the casino, he wanted to put all the property into Song Yiqing's hands, and he was worried about scaring her.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"Suggestion......"

He looked at the plan again: "The high-end bureau and the low-end bureau should be separated, and they cannot be developed in the same store. ”

"What exactly do you want to verify when you talk about gambling money? Cash property or whatever? How to prove that these things are his, these need to be refined later. ”

"And if they owe money, let them go to work in their own factory, which is a good idea. It's just that we need to send more security personnel, after all, they are not diligent masters. ”

Zhang Bingfeng put forward several suggestions in a row, Song Yiqing thought about it seriously and felt that they were all reasonable.

He said so much in one breath that he couldn't help but cough violently.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth, and his body trembled back and forth.

Song Yiqing observed quietly, wondering if he should give him acupuncture, maybe then he would be more comfortable.

After hesitating, he had stopped coughing, and the red blood on his handkerchief stung her eyes.

"Are you sick?"

"Well, it's just a small problem."

Song Yiqing lowered her eyebrows and looked at the position of his handkerchief again.

The puddle of blood stains on the white handkerchief was particularly noticeable.

"A small problem doesn't cough up blood. I'm a doctor, can I take your pulse? ”

Zhang Bingfeng once followed Liu Mingli and secretly observed her sitting in the opposite teahouse.

Of course, I know that she is a doctor, and there are not a few people who come to her for treatment, and it seems that her medical skills are very good.

But his body he knew that he had reached the end of his crossbow, and he was barely sustained by medicine.

He wanted to retire, but Liu Mingli became a shopkeeper and slipped away first.

He has been keeping his illness a secret, afraid that he will be worried and sad.

Fortunately, he has now found a successor, and he is strong enough to hold on until Song Yiqing really takes over the casino.

Song Yiqing spoke up again: "Please believe me, I am a doctor, and I will not be shocking." You may be really sick. ”

Zhang Bingfeng nodded: "I know my body, people, sooner or later, there will be a death, it doesn't matter, don't bother with you." ”

Hearing him say this, it seems that he also knows his physical condition.

This strengthened Song Yiqing's determination to take his pulse.

"Don't be so pessimistic, maybe I can do it."

Before the trumpet, she didn't dare to make assertions.

Zhang Bingfeng smiled and put his hand on the table: "Since you want to see it, then let it be." ”

Song Yiqing caught his pulse, his condition was even more serious than she thought.

The pulse is weak, and the days are running out......

"This ......"

"Don't be surprised, I know it all."

It is very appropriate to describe his current condition as terminally ill.

"How can this be?"

"When I was young, I didn't know how to cherish it, so I hollowed out my body, and when I was old, I didn't know how to maintain it, so I became like this."

In fact, there are other reasons, he has been overworked for so many years, and he has put all his efforts into running the casino properly.

It was only after such hard work and exertion that his condition was finally created and could not be controlled.

"Does your family know about you?"

"Family......"

Zhang Bingfeng was a little stunned, as if he had touched on the memory he didn't want to mention.

During the years of the great famine, their family migrated from south to north in order to flee.

On the way, his family either died of illness or starvation, and he was the only one left.

Obviously, he was also going to starve to death, but at the most critical time, he met Liu Mingli.

Liu Mingli broke the only piece of dry food he had in half and gave it to him.

For him, Liu Mingli is his family.

Rounding off, Song Yiqing is also his family.

"No, they're all dead."

Song Yiqing looked at him in shock: "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous." ”

Zhang Bingfeng smiled indifferently: "When I was young, I patronized and did business, and I didn't know how to marry a wife and have children. Now that I'm older, it's too late to want to be alive. ”

Song Yiqing realized that he had no successor, so he was very kind when he saw her.

He didn't want to see pity in other people's eyes, and he said teasingly: "Your father is like my own brother, so aren't you my own niece?" ”