728: Chapter 717 Convergence of Storms 728: Chapter 717 Convergence of Storms “Song Yun,” Mr.
Song’s voice came through the phone.
“Mm, Second Grandpa,” Song Yun’s face finally showed a bit of warmth; Mr.
Song could be counted as one of the few relatives Song Yun had.
“Have you really thought it through?” Mr.
Song’s voice sounded somewhat ethereal.
“I have thought it through,” Song Yun said.
“Then you…
just go ahead and do it without any hesitation,” Mr.
Song said, “Back when your father Ergou had his troubles, it was because I overthought things that led to Ergou being forced to leave the mainland.
I’ve regretted it ever since.
In the past, I was just like you; I always weighed the pros and cons very carefully before doing anything, and it was my hesitations that time that caused your father’s issues.
Song Yun, I’m just going to tell you one thing: as long as you’re a member of the Song family, whatever you do, as long as it doesn’t violate natural justice or annihilate one’s humanity, you can do as you wish.
Don’t think too much.
Those people in Beijing, if anyone dares to make a fuss with you, I, your Second Grandpa, wouldn’t mind slapping them a few times.”
“Thank you so much, Second Grandpa,” Song Yun finally showed a knowing smile on his face, “I’m always troubling you, Second Grandpa, I’m really sorry.”
“Hmph, what’s this talk of sorry among family?
But, Song Yun, you…
must come back alive.
I hope our family can be reunited for this year’s Spring Festival,” Mr.
Song instructed.
“I certainly will!” Song Yun nodded earnestly.
“Hmm, hand the phone to Xiao Xu,” Mr.
Song said.
Song Yun passed the phone to Xu Hongxing, then he heard Xu Hongxing nodding in agreement, saying, “Yes, yes,” on the other end.
After a while, a surprised look appeared on Xu Hongxing’s face as he said, “Mr.
Song, this…
is it really okay?”
Xu Hongxing had a wry smile on his face after whatever Mr.
Song had said to him on the other end of the line and responded, “Alright then, I’ll discuss it with Secretary Zhang.
I’m sure he knows what to do.”
After hanging up the phone, Xu Hongxing weirdly looked at Song Yun and said, “Are all the Song family members…
like you?”
“Heh, otherwise we wouldn’t deserve the Song surname,” Song Yun said, smiling as he stood up.
“Commander Xu, is there anything else?”
“Nothing else,” Xu Hongxing said, looking at Song Yun, “You…
must be careful.
Wang Billion isn’t as simple as you think.”
“I know.
Thank you for your concern, Commander Xu.”
Meanwhile, in Beijing.
After hanging up the phone, Mr.
Song lay in his rocking chair, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and said to his secretary, “Connect me to number one.”
“Yes!”
At the Li Family Headquarters in Beijing.
“Did Song Yun actually vow to make Wang Billion pay with blood?” Li Hanlin, the Li Family Patriarch, revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes.
“Yes!” Li Xu stood beneath Li Hanlin and said, “Last night, Wang Hu and all his people were wiped out by Wang Billion’s men.
Song Yun is now out for a tooth for a tooth.”
“Ha ha ha, Wang Billion, Wang Billion, what a tough bone to chew, and this time the Zhou family will have some fun, ha ha, we’ll just watch, just watch,” Li Hanlin said, narrowing his eyes in amusement.
And at the Zhou family.
At this moment, in the grand hall of the old Zhou family house, many people were standing, and two visitors were each sitting in the top seats.
These two appeared to be quite old, but even though they were aged, they carried the aura of those who held high positions.
These two were Elder Zhao and Old Zhou, the true powerholders of the Zhao and Zhou families.
“Song Yun, really is bold,” Mr.
Zhou said discontentedly, “wanting to wipe out a whole lineage, does he think everyone has the surname Song?”
“Old Zhou, don’t get angry,” Elder Zhao sitting beside Mr.
Zhou, said with a smile, “I’ve met that kid Wang Million, he has a tough fate, he’ll at least live to our age.
Song Yun after all is impetuous due to youth.
It’s just a death or two, and he’s making it known to everyone, truly, the Song family are all impulsive, like Song Ergou was in the past.
But Song Ergou managed to escape the mainland, I wonder whether Song Yun will be able to extricate himself from the Forbidden City this time.”
“Grandpa, should we…
do something?” Zhao Wangquan, bowing slightly, looked at Elder Zhao and asked.
“Let’s wait and see,” Elder Zhao glanced at Mr.
Zhou, and asked, “That Wang Million, was he one of your people, Old Zhou?
What are your plans?”
“What plans could I have?
They’re all shouting and fighting, naturally I can’t just watch,” Mr.
Zhou said with a smile, “I have to show some kind of stance.
Since Song Yun wants to grasp something on my Zhou family, I’m not afraid to tell him, Wang Billion is my man.”
“You…
still so impulsive, no different from your younger years.
Wangquan, take my words and instruct the doctors below, and also ask whether the RB research has any use.
Since the research has started, we ought to have some news,” said Elder Zhao.
“I got it, Grandpa, I’ll see to it right away,” Zhao Wangquan said, bowing slightly.
“Ghost King,” Mr.
Zhou called out gently.
The Ghost King, with a face the color of dark bruises, appeared silently beside Old Zhou, like a specter.
“Take your children to the Forbidden City, stay by the side of Wang Million and help me keep an eye on him a bit,” Old Zhou instructed.
“Understood, Mr.
Zhou,” Ghost King said with a smile, nodding, and then just like how he appeared before, he quietly disappeared without a trace.
“Ah, I wonder what those two old ghosts in the Forbidden City are thinking.
If they were willing to make a move, then this time Song Yun would certainly be doomed,” Mr.
Zhou sighed.
“Let those people be, always acting so enigmatic,” Elder Zhao’s face showed an unpleasant expression, “Taking the country’s subsidies and still daydreaming of being detached from the world, really nonsensical.”
“Let’s not talk about them.
Less talk of those people usually.
They’re all a bunch of nutcases.
I’ll go find Zhou Zhongguo, ask him to give some special attention over there at the Forbidden City.”
Zhou Zhongguo, the brightest star in the Zhou family’s system, occupying the position of a department head.
Just as Mr.
Zhou was preparing to call Zhou Zhongguo, his secretary walked in with a mobile phone.
“It’s a call from office number one.”
Office number one, by definition, was the highest level of office in Huaxia.
After Mr.
Zhou took the call, his expression turned somewhat ugly.
“What?” Elder Zhao asked.
“It seems, publicly, it’s not feasible.
That person from the Song family has spoken, telling us all to behave, and even the people behind the red walls have spoken up.
We must keep this incident within a certain scope,” Mr.
Zhou said discontentedly, “Hmph, if it’s not doable in the open, it means we can do it in secret.”
“Hehe, Old Zhou, go to bed early, I’m heading back,” Elder Zhao said, rising with a trembling body.
Zhao Wangquan hurriedly stepped forward to support Elder Sun, and then they left the courtyard.