Jiang Ci returned to Huacheng.

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

Song Shaoyan still did not return to Song's house. He lived in his small villa and occasionally stared at the loquat trees in the courtyard.

The leaves of autumn fall all fall, leaving only bare trunks without any beauty.

The sunlight falls from the tips obliquely, and through the interlaced branches, it forms a chaotic landscape painting on the ground, bringing the unique bleakness of this season in the mess.

After two weeks of hospitalization, Song Shaoyan lost weight.

He has not returned to Huacheng or Song Group for this period. He likes to live alone in a villa and not influenced by anyone, as if nothing in the world has nothing to do with him.

In fact, the upper-class circles in the capital have long been unable to remember him. He has become a legend, a legend of the curtain call.

Similarly, no one knew that he was still living in this world.

He was tempted by Mo Xiu's identity, and no one knew that he was Song Shaoyan.

The wind gently blew across his neck, with a "swoosh" coolness and a little itchy.

Sometimes he just sat alone in a wheelchair and looked into the distance...

He didn't know what was in the distance.

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

It is a great gift to be able to live in the past few years and to avenge the revenge between himself and the Song family.

He has long since asked for too much.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song." Zhang De called him several times, holding a thin blanket in his hand, "It's a little 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, just followed Song Shaoyan carefully.

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

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

"Mr. Song, this is the financial statements and statistical data of the Song Group, take a look." There was a stack of documents on the coffee table.

"Just look." Song Shaoyan didn't even raise his eyelids, as if he was not excited about anything.

"Mr. Song, are those people from Song Lin going to replace them?"

"No need to change it. If the company changes its owner, they have their own compliant."

"Yes, I get it."

"Please let someone clean up and go back to Huacheng tomorrow."

"Mr. Song, then are you going back to the capital? There is also someone who needs to take care of the matter on the Song family. If you go back, there will be no leader in the group, you will be in chaos."

"Song's project has been integrated, and all traditional industries that are not profitable and labor-intensive are abandoned. After the integration of Song and Hengyuan, the jewelry business will be Song's main business. With the old brand of Song, the newly integrated group will go further."

Zhang De lamented that Song Shaoyan was thinking far and far-sighted: "But, Mr. Song, aren't you going to take the initiative to manage the group business?"

"A person like me is no longer suitable." Song Shaoyan's eyes were filled with gloss, dull and powerless.

"How could it be? Mr. Song, you are rational, smart, courageous, and skillful. Only when Song's family has you is called Song. You are the soul of the entire group." Zhang Dedao, "Don't you feel at ease when you leave it to others? The Song family group finally ushered in spring again."

Zhang De also knew that the Song family was in a slump a few years ago.

This year, Song's family has been going downhill in Song Lin's hands and almost went bankrupt.

Only Song Shaoyan can save the Song family.
Chapter completed!