Keke did not react much to the Tiancheng Group's acquisition of Yaoguang, which made Qin Yu breathe a sigh of relief. Because the relationship between the Yu family and Yaoguang Company was there, she was not very resistant, which means there was a chance.

However, there are many shows, but it is impossible for Boss Huang to give it to Qin Yu for free in such a large company, so the problem of the acquisition funds needs to be solved urgently.

Where does the money come from?

Qin Yu was a little worried. The railway project he had just started had started. In the future, he would need to advance a lot of money on it. So his current situation is that even if he treats his shorts, he will definitely not be able to make up the money.

Ma Laoer, Zhang Liang, the Japanese, it is possible that these people will help him get 8 million yuan, but if you make up such a large purchase, you will definitely not be able to do that.

Get a loan from a bank?

This is nothing more than a foolish dream. The major banks in District 9 are controlled by the party, government and college. If he does other things, he can borrow some money, but it is obvious that it is impossible for him to deal with him by using private armed forces to demolish the layout outside the district.

Qin Yu returned to his room, thought carefully for a while before calling Wu Di.

"Hey, why do you call me in the middle of the night every day?" Wu Di said speechlessly: "I've been scrambling around and finally become your secretary, right?"

"Xiao Di, my brother is very worried."

"Hurry up and speak." Wu Di urged impatiently.

"I can fight for the third house of the Wang family, but I have no way to do it in terms of money." Qin Yu pondered for a while: "If you want to continue working, you can only let the big guys here attract funds."

Wu Di thought for a moment: "Let's do this, you go to Fengbei with me tomorrow, and let's talk on the way."

"Okay." Qin Yu nodded.

"Don't harass me anymore. I've been scared by you recently and become impotent in the middle of the night." Wu Di threw down his sentence and hung up his phone.

...

Longcheng Wang Family.

Wang Zongxiao, the fourth son of the patriarch, had already arrived at home. After meeting some relatives in the living room, he immediately went upstairs to find his elder brother.

Among the sons of the patriarch, only the fourth son is not in charge of the family industry. He must first apply to the Army University of District 7, then enter the front-line army, and serve as the regiment-level chief of staff in the garrison brigade. From the administrative level, he is a little taller than the Chief of Police. Judging from his age, being able to get to this position in addition to being rich and related, also requires a certain degree of ability.

In the bedroom upstairs.

Wang Zonghan lay on the bed with a pale face and said in extreme depressed spirits: "Axiao, there is a big problem at home. As soon as my father left, the third room jumped out to cause trouble."

Wang Zongxiao was silent for a while: "Can you still talk?"

"Dad's death and Tiannan's death all have something to do with the Third Room." Wang Zonghan shook his head: "Before you came back, two hundred people went to Longcheng to control the Third Room, and dozens of them were killed by two rounds of cannon shooting... How can you talk about this situation?"

"That's going to fight?"

"Even if we don't want to fight, the Han family and the party and government will have to force us to eat the three rooms." Wang Zonghan turned his head and replied: "Han Fei is dead, Han Sanqian is already on the way to come."

Wang Zongxiao has a very quiet appearance, very white skin, delicate facial features, and a phoenix eye. He looks a bit like a man and a woman. He does not act like a mixed-armed army. He speaks softly, giving people a very crafty feeling.

"...A Xiao, when my dad is alive, you are the one who values ​​the most. If you have to go to the army, you will probably leave all the industries in your family to take care of." Wang Zonghan sighed and said, "Oh, he is gone now, I am in poor health, and the rest of the family can't bear the burden... If not, you quit the army's errands and come back to take charge of the overall situation."

Wang Zongxiao was stunned for a moment, and habitually reached out and held his glasses: "Brother, I still said that, I am not interested in the family's industry, what about you... don't have to be careful of me."

Wang Zonghan was confused by the words: "A Xiao, I don't...!"

"Brother, listen to me finish my words." Wang Zongxiao waved his hand and interrupted, "Whether you have that meaning or not, I have to make it clear. Dad is gone, and you can sit down in the position of the patriarch. I have no intention of fighting, and I will not agree to others fighting. This is one of them."

Wang Zonghan was silent.

"Secondly, regarding some of my shares in the family's property and the property that my father had agreed to give me before, I was too lazy to settle it myself, nor did I want to separate it... If I want to use it at home, I can hand it over all of it." Wang Zongxiao said with a plain expression: "In short, since the division of the Wang family is inevitable, then our little Wang family must think together and work together, and don't make any more temptations and small plots. If the parents are gone, we are the closest people."

Wang Zonghan felt a little ashamed when he heard this.

"If I want to fight, I will apply to the [520] army to resign for a while and help you at home." Wang Zongxiao slowly stood up, patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, cheer up as soon as possible. You are sick and have no energy under you."

"Yes." Wang Zonghan nodded.

"Okay, that's it, I'll go out first." Wang Zongxiao nodded at him, turned around and left.

Wang Zonghan looked at his back and sighed, "...ah, it's my fourth brother."

...

In the hall of the Wang family.

Because the old man was suddenly killed, many immediate relatives from the surrounding villages rushed back. Some of them were sad and sad, but many of them became uneasy.

Once the patriarch has not yet been granted, how can the industry be divided? Will the person in charge of each position change? Has the old man made a will?

This series of very realistic problems has made many people feel uneasy, especially those small households who have a low status at home and are also sparsely populated, who are even more worried that their interests will be violated.

Wang Zongxiao stood in the corner of the living room, drinking tea, watching all this coldly, without any expression.

After drinking a glass of water, Wang Zongxiao quietly left.

On the sofa, a middle-aged woman said in a low voice: "I saw it, the fourth brother is back."

"Yes, have you talked to?"

"No."

"Oh, this person is still the same as before, with a cold mentality." Another old lady shook her head: "Dad's body is in the front yard. When he went there, he didn't even cry... just had a cold face, just like he was fine."

"Yes, my dad likes him so much..." The middle-aged woman also shook her head.

In the hall ahead, the patriarch's body had been placed in the coffin, and the room was deserted. Apart from the butler who followed him during his lifetime, only a few juniors were left to guard the spirits.

"Uncle Fourth!"

"Uncle Fourth!"

“…!”

The children stood up one after another.

"If you are sleepy, go back to sleep. You don't have to stay here, it's useless." Wang Zongxiao waved his hand at the younger generation.

"It was Mr. Yin and Yang who asked us to keep our minds. He said this was the rule."

"Rules are just tormenting people, just have them in your heart." Wang Zongxiao waved his hand again: "Listen to me, go back to sleep."

When everyone heard the fourth uncle say this, they got up and moved their bodies and said hello to leave.

Wang Zongxiao looked at the old man's portrait and was silent for a long time before he walked to the coffin and murmured: "Oh, I'm late to come back. I'll kowtow to you, dad..."

When Wang Zongxiao came in, the housekeeper did not cry; when he talked to the children, he did not cry either; but when he saw him bent down and kowtow, he could not control his emotions: "Xiao Si, old man... he was wronged!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Wang Zongxiao bent down and kowtowed three times, and replied in a plain manner: "I have a grievance."

...

Early the next morning.

Wu Di drove away Qin Yu, frowned and asked at him, "What do you think?"
Chapter completed!