Jiang Ci returned to Huacheng.

Zhang De became the only person Song Shaoyan trusted. He not only helped him manage the company, but also helped him with his daily life.

Song Shaoyan still has not returned to the Song residence. He lives in his own small villa and occasionally looks at the loquat tree in the courtyard in a daze.

In autumn, all the leaves of the trees have fallen off, leaving only the bare trunks without any sense of beauty.

The sun slanted down from the treetops, passing through the intertwined branches, forming a tangled landscape on the ground, with the unique desolation of this season in the mess.

After being hospitalized for two weeks, Song Shaoyan lost a lot of weight.

He has not returned to Huacheng during this period, nor has he gone to the Song Group. He likes to live alone in the villa without being affected by anyone, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him.

In fact, the upper class circles in the capital have long since forgotten him. He has become a legend, a legend that has come to an end.

Likewise, no one knows that he is still alive in this world.

He assumed the identity of Mo Xiu, and no one knew he was Song Shaoyan.

The wind blew gently across his neck, bringing with it a "swish" coolness and a little itchiness.

Sometimes he would sit alone in a wheelchair and look into the distance...

He didn't know what was in the distance.

Whether it is lively, noisy or prosperous in this world, he is like a spectator, outside it.

Being able to live these few years and avenge myself and the Song family is already a great gift.

He has long since stopped asking for too much.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song." Zhang De called him several times, holding a thin blanket in his hands, "It's a bit cold outside, I'll take you into the living room."

Song Shaoyan pulled back his thoughts: "I can do it myself."

"good."

Zhang De didn't say much and just followed Song Shaoyan cautiously.

Song Shaoyan only wore a thin gray-black sweater. There was no sun today and it seemed to be very cold.

He went into the living room, and Zhang De followed him.

"Mr. Song, these are the financial statements and statistical data of the Song Group. Take a look." There was a pile of documents on the coffee table.

"Just watch." Song Shaoyan didn't even raise his eyes, as if he wasn't interested in anything.

"Mr. Song, do you want to replace Song Lin's people?"

"There is no need to change. The company has changed its owners and they have their own rules."

"Yes, I understand."

"Have someone pack your things and go back to Huacheng tomorrow."

"Mr. Song, are you going back to the capital? Also, someone has to take care of the Song family's affairs. If you go back, there will be no leader, and I'm afraid there will be chaos."

"Song's projects have been integrated, and the unprofitable and labor-consuming traditional industries have been abandoned. After the integration of Song and Hengyuan, the jewelry business will be Song's main business. With the old brand Song, the newly integrated

The group will go further."

Zhang De lamented that Song Shaoyan thought far and far-sightedly: "But Mr. Song, don't you plan to take the initiative to manage the group's business?"

"I am no longer suitable for someone like me." Song Shaoyan's eyes were filled with sparkles, dim and powerless.

"How could it be possible? Mr. Song, you are rational, smart, courageous, and skillful. The Song family is called the Song family because of you. You are the soul of the entire group." Zhang Dedao, "Are you relieved to leave it to others? It's not easy for the Song family group.

Spring is here again.”

Zhang De also knew that the Song family had been in a state of decline in the past few years.

This year, the Song family continued to decline in the hands of Song Lin and almost went bankrupt.
Chapter completed!