177 No concept of investment
Song Xuan stared at her and said, ” he said that you have the courage and courage. You said that he has the vision and the brain. Why? ” Hit it off?”
Song ran nodded. sis, you have to know that if money is left in the bank for ten or twenty years, it will not produce any money. Instead, it will depreciate. After twenty years, the 50000 Yuan will not be worth mentioning at all. Only when money is alive will it have unlimited possibilities. Do you understand? ”
Song Xuan shook her head. She felt that her sister had been bewitched by yang Haitao, who was good at talking.
She was only an 18-year-old girl. If it wasn’t for yang Haitao’s teachings, how could she have understood?
They stopped completely in front of the song family’s house. The two got out of the car and song Xuan said, ” that’s enough. Obviously, we can’t get back the 20000 Yuan for the time being. That’s it. You’re not allowed to give him any more money, understand? ”
Song ran nodded her head vigorously. of course. Of course. I’m not a fool.
Song Xuan thought for a moment. no, I don’t feel at ease. Transfer the remaining 30000 Yuan to my account.
Song ran’s heart sank and the smile on her face froze. She quickly changed the topic and said, ” “Has Shen mengfang been going out to play mahjong every day recently?”
Song Xuan was not as quick-witted as song ran. She was easily led away by song ran. When they went upstairs, she whispered, ” “Indeed, old song was touched by her Pillow Talk. Recently, he didn’t care much about her and went to Zhao jiabang road every few days.”
Old song, if you don’t control her a little more, this woman and Zhao Mingyi are really going to conspire with you for your family’s wealth.
However, there was no evidence to his words. Even if he said it, someone had to believe him.
Therefore, he had to pay more attention to Shen mengfang and Zhao Mingyi’s every move. However, Zhao Mingyi was too cunning and cunning. He would not meet Shen mengfang face to face. Perhaps they would use the phone number of Shen mengfang’s good friend, Chen Jingui, on the way to Zhao jiabang.
Song ran couldn’t just lie under Chen jigui’s bed and eavesdrop on Shen mengfang’s phone conversation.
Even if she managed to sneak into Chen jigui’s house and hear about Shen mengfang and Zhao Mingyi’s collusion, she couldn’t tell old song and make him believe her.
Song ran laid on the bed and planned in her mind. Maybe she should send someone to Chen jigui’s house on Zhaojiabang Road to keep an eye on Shen mengfang. She did not believe that Shen mengfang and her lover, Zhao Mingyi, could live the life of a Cowherd and a Weaver Girl and not meet each other.
Those who did evil would always leave behind some clues. Perhaps, she could get some real evidence from them that would help her bring down Shen mengfang.
The next day, a middle-aged man led ding guoying out of the Haicheng train station.
The man led her to the train station and waved for a taxi. Ding guoying was very reserved. It was her first time in Haicheng, a big city. There were many people and cars here, and they were all dressed like vixens. Even in such cold weather, people still wore skirts. Few people wore cloth shoes, but many people permed their hair.
It was ding guoying’s first time in a car, and she didn’t know how to open the door. Her eyes were full of sizing and caution. Was that Vixen living a god-like life in such a big city with electric lights and phones?
She clenched her fists. This Vixen really knew how to enjoy life. She had already enjoyed so much, but she still had her brother jinghang and refused to let go. Were there no men in the city? She even insisted on snatching her brother jinghang.
She wouldn’t let her have an easy time.
The middle-aged man took her to a small hostel, paid the money, and led her upstairs. He instructed, ” I’ve paid for two weeks ‘rent. You can stay here for now. I’ll come and pick you up when I need you. Don’t run around alone, understand? ”