169: Chapter 168: Grandpa 2 169: Chapter 168: Grandpa 2 “Little one, I know not.
Please enlighten me.”
“I am Song Jian, the great steward of the Song Family since its founding.
Not sure if you’ve heard of me,” the old man said.
“You probably haven’t, since you left the Song Family when you were very young.
Tell me, do you harbor any resentment towards the Song Family?”
Now, Song Yun knew who the person before him was — a person from the Song Family.
He sneered and said, “Lying that I hold no grudges would be deceiving you.
How could I not, after battling in the outside world for so many years?”
“Having grievances is just right.” The old man stood up, patted Song Yun on the shoulder, and said, “You’ve got more courage than all those kids back at home.
What should the Song Family do now to clear your grievances?”
“…”
“There’s a fool who doesn’t take money,” Song Yun firmly believed in this saying.
Since the Song Family now wants to compensate him, why shouldn’t he ask for a hefty sum?
After pondering for a moment, Song Yun asked, “What can the Song Family give me?”
“Ha ha, you are quite the interesting child!” the old man laughed heartily, as if he had found an amusing toy.
“Inside the Song Family, only your Second Grandpa, Song Wenwu, dares to speak to me in such a tone.
You really are the first one.”
“What if I said that the Song Family could be handed over to you in the future?” the old man regained his composure and said.
“Holy shit,” Song Yun was so shocked inwardly that he was at a loss for words.
Was this some kind of joke?
What was the Song Family?
The Song Family was a top-tier, distinguished family in Huaxia, and the leading family among the five great families in Beijing.
How could it possibly be handed to him just because of this old man’s words?
“Senior, please don’t joke with the younger one,” Song Yun said with a bitter smile.
“Even if you gave it to me, I wouldn’t have the capacity to take it on.”
“You’ll know whether you have the appetite after you meet someone with me,” the old man stood up, patted Song Yun’s shoulder, and said, “Shall we take a trip?”
To be honest, Song Yun did not want to get involved in any family affairs now; firstly, he was enjoying his current freedom, and getting involved in family disputes could mean no rest ever.
Secondly, why should he return to the Song Family?
Years ago, Song Yun knew he was supposed to be the legitimate eldest son and the third successor of the Song Family, but for some reason, he ended up outside.
Although he was grateful for the training and the battles, goddammit, getting sliced with a knife hurt, and being shot could kill.
For these two reasons alone, Song Yun did not want to follow the old man.
But the old man seemed to see what Song Yun was thinking, grabbed his wrist with a chuckle, and said, “Just come along.
You’ll regret it later if you don’t, with no place to cry.”
The old man had used some unknown technique, and despite several attempts, Song Yun couldn’t break free.
It seemed he could only follow him after all.
Leaning against the car window, Song Yun said, “Senior, where are we going?
Who are we going to meet?
Can you give me some details?
You haven’t said a word since we got in the car, and it’s really making me nervous.”
The old man opened his eyes and said, “The young women in your courtyard are not bad, gather them if you can, our Song Family can afford it.”
Damn, I’m pretty sure I asked about who we’re meeting?
Why bring up the women in the courtyard?
Even if you don’t mention it, I know they’re all pretty good, beautiful and well-shaped, though a bit mischievous, they are caring at heart.
Seeing the old man uninterested in talking, Song Yun obediently shut his mouth and smoked his cigarette, watching the road ahead.
The car eventually stopped in the conference room of the Sunan Military Region.
Why exactly are we meeting someone inside the Sunan Military Region?
Could it be that the military region has a major project they want to collaborate on?
The old man led the way and took Song Yun to the meeting room door, saying, “You go in.
The person you’re suppose to meet is inside.”
“Aren’t you coming in with me?” Song Yun said, tugging at his teeth.
“No, I’ll stand guard outside for you two,” the old man waved his hand impatiently and pushed Song Yun inside.
As he entered, he saw a powerfully spirited old man spreading out a piece of rice paper on the table, writing calligraphically with a brush.
Song Yun didn’t dare to interrupt and just stood by the door watching.
After finishing the character, the old man looked up, saw Song Yun, and smiled, “Come over and see how my writing turned out?”
Song Yun obediently approached, seeing only the character “Endure” written on the entire rice paper.
It was well-written, but Song Yun felt it was quite uncomfortable to look at, though he couldn’t pinpoint why.
“The writing is done very well,” Song Yun truthfully replied; after all, he could never write like the old man.
“No follow up?” the old man wiped his hands with a towel he had prepared and said.
“It’s just that this character makes one feel a bit stifled.
Seeing it makes me feel uncomfortable all over.”
“That’s right, a heart with a knife over it, only by enduring can you keep the knife from your body, hence the shrinking nature of ‘endure’,” the old man explained with a smile.
“You’ve grown so much over the years.”
“Hmm,” Song Yun responded, having already recognized who the person before him was as soon as he’d entered.
After all, not just anyone could make the founding steward, Song Jian, stand guard.
Given that, the identity of the old man inside was clear.
“I actually wanted to come and see you before, but got delayed by some matters, only managing to come now,” the old man took a sip of tea and said.
“As soon as I came here, I saw you setting up a trap for someone, and I could only play the role of a paper tiger behind the scenes.”
“You’re hardly a paper tiger.
You accomplished in a moment something that would have taken several days,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“May I know your purpose for coming to Sunan City?”
“Don’t keep calling me ‘you.’ Call me Second Grandpa,” the old man said sternly.
“You are my older brother’s grandson.
It’s only right for you to call me Second Grandpa by our family hierarchy.”
Song Yun remained silent, and the old man sighed and said, “I know what you resent, but it’s all the result of the tides of the times.
I wanted to protect your parents back then, but the other families joined forces against me, and I was powerless.
The one who owes the most is you, grandson.”
“Where are my parents now?” Song Yun asked with a profound look.
“Unknown, but one thing is certain: your parents are still alive.
Before I came here, Ergou personally called me to say they would return soon,” the old man said with a smile.
“I can guarantee that within six months, your family will definitely be reunited.”
“Really?” Song Yun said excitedly.
“I haven’t heard from my parents in so many years, I thought they…”
“Thought they were dead?
You underestimate your dad and mom too much.
They are unbeatable when unified, so you don’t need to worry about them,” the old man said.
“Have you started to build your own forces here in Sunan?”
“Yes, I needed sources of information, so I initially established the Shura Alliance,” Song Yun replied obediently.
“You can expand, but don’t ever reach a point where you cause concern to those above.
You need to hide your capabilities moderately.
The bigger your influence here, the more favorable conditions you can create for your parents’ return,” the old man advised.
“I understand.
I have confidence in handling these matters,” Song Yun said seriously.
“Good, if you handle it well, it will indeed be helpful.
Your Second Grandpa is getting old, and the Song Family needs your young generation to lead in the future,” the old man sighed.
“Our Song Family is now facing external threats and internal strife.
They’re all thinking about tearing a piece from the Song Family after I’m gone in a hundred years, huh, do they really think the main line of the Song Family has no one left?”