The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 147 Master Fang is thoughtful

"Is that how you treat a little girl?"

At the entrance of Yongfeng Hotel, Lao Ge looked at Wen Qing's back as she walked away with the doorman, frowned and asked Song Jingshen.

Song Jingshen didn't say anything, took out a cigarette, lit it between his lips, and took a deep breath.

"If you really like her, then respect her thoughts." Old Ge's tone was a bit harsh, but his intention was good. "You treated her like that just now, and you didn't even avoid her. What would she think? You just think she has a good temper. If you were someone with a hot temper, you would have been slapped in the face by now."

"I'd like to see what she looks like when she gets anxious." Song Jingshen blew out a cloud of smoke and looked towards the hotel entrance.

Wen Qing's figure was slender and ethereal through the smoke, as if it would be blown away by the wind. Just now, she was still held in his arms and couldn't move. She looked at him with a pair of tearful eyes, looking pitiful and helpless, but there was an uncompromising spirit hidden in her eyes.

"How can you date like this?" Old Ge said helplessly, "Be careful that the girl can't stand you and runs away secretly."

"She dares." Song Jingshen sneered, his jawline tense, "She's playing tricks right under my nose, can't I teach her a lesson?"

"What kind of trick?" Old Ge's heart tightened, staring at him and asking, "Did someone ask her to do something to you?"

"Ever since the base project entered the negotiation phase, there have always been people making trouble behind the scenes. Someone knows that I'm interested in her, so there's no guarantee that they won't start with her."

"Are you too sensitive?" Old Ge said suspiciously, "She is a little girl with no resources or background, and she doesn't even have a complete family. How dare she offend you?"

"She looks like she has nothing, but she's actually wild at heart. She has no intention of staying with me for a long time." Song Jingshen put out his cigarette, exhaled the anger in his chest, and said word by word, "No matter how good you are to her, she's still an ungrateful person."

"I don't think so." Lao Ge thought for a moment and said seriously, "This girl is down-to-earth. She doesn't want your money or your fame. As long as you treat her steadily and treat her well no matter what happens, she will follow you wholeheartedly sooner or later."

"That's because you don't understand her. The fact that her aunt is Song Weiming's mistress is a thorn in her heart. It's impossible for her to be devoted to me. It's good enough that she doesn't have a bad conscience and harm me." Song Jingshen waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about her. She is a silly girl who doesn't know the current situation. It's not worth my attention. But how is your investigation of the incident at the Fourth Factory?"

Old Ge smiled and winked, saying, "You are just a tough guy. You say you don't care about her, but in fact, she is all in your mind. Wasn't the investigation of the Fourth Factory also for her?"

"That's impossible. I'm trying to eliminate safety risks in the base project to prevent anyone from making a fuss about it in the future. After all, it's related to the scandals the Song family has done. I can't just pretend it doesn't exist," said Song Jingshen.

"Okay, you can say whatever you want." Old Ge curled his lips and continued, "The affair between Song Weiming and Zhou Wen was indeed known to everyone, making the Zhou family unable to hold their heads up. The old lady of the Zhou family, Zhou Wen's mother, asked her son-in-law Wen Guoliang to go to the factory to find Song Weiming to argue with him."

"Has Song Weiming met Wen Guoliang?" Song Jingshen raised his head, his eyes sharp. "Besides Song Weiming, who else in the Song Group knows about this?"

"Probably not. At that time, Song Weiming was the only one in the Fourth Factory of the Song Corporation. He hid Zhou Wen very well. It is impossible for other people in the Song Corporation to know about it."

"What did Wen Guoliang say to Song Weiming?"

"The specific details are unknown. Song Weiming kicked everyone out of the office at the time. However, Wen Guoliang died six months later in a fire at the factory. When Song Weiming found out, he immediately took out a sum of money and asked the Fourth Factory to use it as a pension to help Wen Guoliang recover."

After hearing this, Song Jingshen remained silent for a moment. All kinds of speculations over a long period of time were quickly connected and constructed at this moment, forming a vortex of thought, gradually leading his thoughts to a clear direction.

"Did Wen Guoliang do anything unusual before he died?" He stared at Old Ge, his voice trembling, "For example, leaving North City."

"Yes, he bought a train ticket to Jiangcheng shortly after he argued with Song Weiming." Old Ge said as he walked towards the hotel entrance, trying to ease Song Jingshen's overly tense mood. "But he didn't make the trip because he was stopped by Zhou Wen's mother, the little girl's grandmother."

Then, Lao Ge raised his chin, pointed to the front and said, "Look, that's the little girl."

Song Jingshen raised his head when he heard that and saw Wen Qing standing at the door of the hotel, looking over here with her shoulders hunched.

As night fell, the temperature in the North City dropped sharply. The wind was so cold on her face that the tip of her nose had turned red from the cold.

Seeing him standing with Lao Ge, Wen Qing seemed relieved and waved at him. Before he could respond, she turned around and went back to the hotel lobby.

"You little ungrateful bastard, are you afraid that I'll die and that's why you don't pay her room fee?" Song Jingshen said with a smile, biting his back teeth.

"This girl is like her grandmother. She is clear-headed and efficient, but she is a little arrogant and easily suffers losses." Lao Ge commented.

"She is not only arrogant, but also stubborn. No matter how much she suffers, she can't be pulled back." Song Jingshen shook his head helplessly and whispered, "I will arrange a place for her to live first. Let's talk about the topic just now after dinner."

After saying that, he strode towards the hotel, leaving Lao Ge alone and disheveled in the wind.

"Hey, are you leaving just like that? Where are we going to chat after dinner?" Lao Ge asked anxiously.

"The coffee shop on the first floor of the hotel. Wait for my call." Song Jingshen walked into the hotel without even turning his head.

"Hmph, who was it that said you didn't care or weren't paying attention? As soon as she showed her face, you rushed over to her... You're really something!" While complaining, Lao Ge locked the car and walked slowly towards the coffee shop.

It was still early, and since Song Jingshen didn't need him to accompany him for dinner, he could have a Western meal and drink some wine by himself, wouldn't that be wonderful.

Thinking of this, he also had to thank the little girl named Wen. If it weren't for her, Song Jingshen would never have left him alone to enjoy his leisure time at this moment, and would have dragged him to a dinner to discuss work.

However, the girl was indeed pretty and had a pure temperament, but she looked too cold and didn't seem like someone from Song Jingshen's circle.

I didn't expect that a man like Song Jingshen, who had been involved in sensual pleasures, would like such a noble girl. At least when the two of them stood together, they didn't seem to be a match in any other way except that they were pleasing to the eye.

This man's temperament is really hard to describe.

Old Ge smiled faintly and shook his head. While thinking aimlessly, he pushed the door and walked into the dimly lit coffee shop.

"Uncle Ge, long time no see!" A familiar voice came into Old Ge's ears from the front. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a fair face with a calm expression under the dim light.

"Young Master Fang. Why are you here?" Old Ge was surprised and bowed slightly to respond to the man.

"I'm here to have fun. I heard the snow scenery in the north city is nice." Fang Ziming smiled warmly, pointed to the chair opposite, and motioned Lao Ge to sit at the same table with him.

It was hard to refuse Fang Ziming's kindness, and Lao Ge didn't want to refuse him, so he sighed secretly, mourning the leisure time he had lost, and then walked over and sat down.

"The end of the year is the time to settle accounts. Doesn't the family need you to be here to look after them?" After the greetings, Lao Ge asked politely.

"Those things are arranged by the family. No one relies on such an idle person." Fang Ziming stretched his arms on the back of the chair, leisurely, "But Uncle Ge, why are you traveling back and forth between the north and the south at the end of the year?"

"Haha, I'm just busy. I can't sit idle all year round. The performance of the Fourth Factory is not good, and we are short of money. I'm afraid I will have to bother you, Young Master Fang, next year. Please take care of me then." Old Ge smiled so hard that his eyebrows were not visible.

"You were introduced by Jingshen, so you should be taken care of. You are too modest. When Jingshen Technology's projects are implemented next year, your four factories will become a golden opportunity. By then, I'm afraid that institutions seeking financing from you will be lining up at your door. Our Fang family will still rely on your cooperation." Fang Ziming said slowly.

"No, no, Fang invested money in our start-up phase, and we are grateful to him. The agreement is for five years, so how could we give up halfway?"

"Yes, we should be prepared for the worst. I'm afraid that the implementation of the base project will not be as smooth as the rumors outside, and the details can only be obtained from insiders like you. I know you have a confidentiality responsibility, but please tell me something about what happened at the key nodes to avoid problems with the project funds."

Fang Ziming made his point clear, glanced at Old Ge's solemn expression, smiled slightly, reached out to call the waiter, and skillfully ordered a few dishes. After the waiter left, he turned sideways and said to Old Ge, "These are all your favorites. I've always remembered your taste."

"Master Fang is thoughtful." Old Ge curled his lips and showed an impeccable smile. "Whatever you want to know, you can ask me now. As long as it does not violate the confidentiality principle, I will tell you everything I know."