Chapter 1130 Frankness
Just now, Hu Yaoqing heard the conversation between Song Yuanchao and Song Zijun, father and daughter, but did not say a word.
After watching Song Zijun and Qin Wenchang leave, Hu Yaoqing couldn't help but sigh, "Old Song, now I understand how you taught your children so well."
"Why? Are you jealous?"
"It's impossible not to be envious. If my two boys could have half as many as yours, I'd be satisfied..." Hu Yaoqing said with emotion. These words came from his heart.
Although Hu Yaoqing is rich, and his wealth already makes him one of the people standing at the top of the pyramid, plus Hu Yaoqing has set up a family fund for his family, even if his two sons do not achieve much when they grow up, at least they can be guaranteed to have no worries about food and clothing in their lives.
But as a father, which father doesn't want his children to have a promising future? Hu Yaoqing is not a saint, so he naturally thinks so. It's a pity that his two sons don't look like they will have a promising future. Compared with Song Yuanchao's children, the gap is too big.
Shaking his head, Hu Yaoqing was envious and regretful. He shouldn't have listened to his family's arrangement and married such a wife. Although the two families were well matched, his wife was really not that good. It was okay that she was vain, but more importantly, she didn't know how to teach her children. She spoiled them too much and did whatever she wanted, which made the two children become what they are now.
Looking at Song Yuanchao again, he was not much worse than Song Yuanchao, but the person he married was far inferior to Lin Yan. Hu Yaoqing knew Lin Yan, and had known her since childhood. Not only Lin Yan, but also the brothers Lin Jianhang and Lin Yuhang were also very familiar with her. Compared with the one in his family, Lin Yan was a qualified wife and mother. This person really could not be compared, and was far inferior.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Hu Yaoqing's mind. Since both accounts were ruined, why not open a new one? The family business he had worked so hard to build couldn't be left without an heir in the future, right? He certainly wouldn't hand it over to two prodigal sons, but he was unwilling to entrust it to outsiders. Why not take advantage of his good health and the opportunity to give it another try? If it succeeded, he would be satisfied in this life.
"What are you thinking about?" Suddenly, Hu Yaoqing beside him stopped talking. Song Yuanchao looked at him subconsciously, but saw that Hu Yaoqing's face was uncertain, frowning and relaxing, as if he was making up his mind. He asked curiously.
"Haha, nothing... nothing..." Hu Yaoqing came back to his senses and gave a dry laugh twice to cover up, then changed the subject by talking about other things.
Half an hour later, with the arrival of the guests and the time, the banquet officially began.
In addition to the guests who came today, there were also some reporters from the news industry, and the scene was very lively.
As an investor, Hu Yaoqing naturally had to go on stage to participate. After Hu Yaoqing went up, Song Chaoyuan continued to sit below as a spectator, watching the stage with a smile on his face.
Everything went smoothly. First, it was announced that Hu Yaoqing would be the investor in Song Zijun's company and invest in it. At the same time, a formal signing ceremony was held. When the valuation and investment amount were announced, many people on the scene exclaimed, especially some reporters, because many people did not expect that a small and medium-sized startup company that had been established for less than a year could get such a large investment. What was even more surprising was that the two founders of this company were so young, and one of them was a girl in her early twenties.
For a moment, flashbulbs kept flashing, and then many reporters rushed to ask Hu Yaoqing why he spent a lot of money to invest in such a company. They also asked Song Zijun and Qin Wenchang how they felt at this moment when they could get such an astonishing amount of investment for a company that had just started a business...
The excitement lasted for a while before it ended, and then it entered the normal process, which was nothing more than chatting together, having a bite to eat, getting to know some friends in the industry, and so on.
Song Chaoyuan did not join in the fun. After sitting at the main table for a while, he saw that there were many reporters coming, so he quietly changed direction and found a secluded corner.
After staying there for a while, when it was almost time, Song Chaoyuan stood up and walked towards Qin Wenchang.
Qin Wenchang was holding a glass of wine and talking to a few people with a cheerful face. Song Yuanchao did not approach him, but walked to a place not far from him, raised his hand to signal, and then turned and left.
After walking out of the banquet hall, Song Yuanchao came outside and waited for less than two minutes before Qin Wenchang hurriedly ran out.
"Uncle Song..."
"Wenchang, I have something to do and I have to leave first. Please talk to Zijun. Oh, and say hello to Lao Hu as well. I won't say goodbye to them directly."
"Uncle Song, why are you..."
"Haha, you are the protagonists today. Have you forgotten what I said before? The ceremony is over . There is no need for me to stay any longer. Besides, you know I am very busy. Go back, good boy, and do your best. Your uncle Song is waiting for you and Zijun to ring the bell that day. I will come to help you then." He patted Qin Wenchang's arm with a smile, and Qin Wenchang couldn't help but laugh.
He nodded and wanted to send Song Yuanchao out, but Song Yuanchao refused. Song Yuanchao walked towards the hotel lobby, raised his hand and waved, and soon his figure disappeared.
After Song Yuanchao left, Qin Wenchang went back inside and found Song Zijun and Hu Yaoqing and whispered a few words to them.
Song Zijun was a little sad about Song Yuanchao's sudden and quiet departure, and couldn't help complaining about why her father ran away again? But thinking of what Song Yuanchao had said to her before, Song Zijun was relieved again. Song Yuanchao had this temper and personality. After being a father and daughter for more than 20 years, didn't she, a daughter, understand her father?
Hu Yaoqing didn't say anything, just nodded and said he understood, then turned around and continued chatting with the person he had just spoken to.
After chatting for a while, Hu Yaoqing found an excuse to excuse himself and then left the banquet hall.
When he got outside, Hu Yaoqing took out his phone and dialed a number. After saying a few words, he hung up. After leaving the hotel, he got into his car and the driver drove Hu Yaoqing away from the hotel.
Half an hour later, Hu Yaoqing arrived at a private club. This club was relatively secluded and there were no messy things. It was purely a high-end and elegant place.
When Hu Yaoqing got off the car, a waiter in a suit came up to him and asked if he was Mr. Hu. Hu Yaoqing nodded and said yes, and then he was taken into the club. After entering, he walked around for a while, and finally led him to a room.
After knocking on the door, the waiter said something and then pushed the door open, motioning Hu Yaoqing to come in. Hu Yaoqing thanked him and walked in.
The layout inside is a bit like a study, and also a bit like a place for holding a salon. The decoration has a European classical style, and it looks a bit like old Shanghai in the 1930s.
"This place looks good. Who opened this club?" As soon as Hu Yaoqing entered the room, he saw Song Yuanchao sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Hu Yaoqing did not consider himself an outsider. He walked over, looked around and asked.
"This is Luo Yang's territory. Don't you think this room looks familiar? A spy movie that was released last year was filmed here."
"No wonder, I thought so." Hu Yaoqing suddenly realized and sat down on the single sofa opposite Song Yuanchao.
The sofa was very large, and it was an old brown leather sofa. Even though Hu Yaoqing was a lot fatter and stronger than the average person, he still had plenty of space to sit on.
"What would you like to drink?" Song Chaoyuan pointed in front of him and said. There were several bottles of wine on the coffee table in front of him, including red wine and whiskey. Of course, Hu Yaoqing could also drink tea or coffee. There was everything here.
"Let's drink whiskey with ice but no water. This is the best drink for this place." Hu Yaoqing said with a smile.
Song Yuanchao didn't say anything. He reached out and opened it, then took two cups, put some ice cubes in the ice bucket beside him, poured two shallow cups, gently pushed one of the cups in front of Hu Yaoqing, and took the other one for himself.
He picked it up, shook the glass to allow the ice and wine to mix thoroughly, then put it to his lips and took a sip.
"The wine is good." Hu Yaoqing praised, put down his glass, took out a cigar from his pocket and gestured to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao waved his hand to let him do as he pleased and lit a cigarette for himself.
After fiddling with the cigar for a while, Hu Yaoqing cut it and lit it. He took a puff and exhaled the smoke.
"Old Song, a capital has emerged in the secondary market for Shi Lei's company's stock some time ago. Is this capital yours?"
"It's not mine." Song Yuanchao replied indifferently.
This answer made Hu Yaoqing stunned. His face suddenly looked a little ugly. He originally thought that he could have a frank talk with Song Yuanchao now, but he didn't expect to hit a snag in the first sentence. Did Song Yuanchao look down on him or treat him as a fool? Even at this point, he still said such a thing?
"It's really not mine." Song Chaoyuan said calmly, "Last time we talked, I rejected you. If I wanted to help, I wouldn't refuse. How could I do such a thing? But I can tell you that although this capital is not mine, it belongs to my friend, and I asked him to get involved."
"Your friend's? You asked him to intervene?" This answer surprised Hu Yaoqing. He was stunned for a moment, but his expression became much better than before.
Taking a puff of his cigar, Hu Yaoqing thought for a moment, "I understand a little bit. Although you rejected me, you still have some feelings for the Lu family and Zhang Liming... But because of your face, you didn't do anything in the end. Instead, you asked a friend to do this? Haha, Lao Song, Lao Song, don't you think this is a bit of a cover-up? Is it necessary?"
