Construction ceremony site—

Under the big stage.

Facing the reporters and cameras who interviewed him, Song Haiming felt very nervous, yes, so nervous that when the female reporter asked him the first question, he didn't hear what he was asking clearly.

Fortunately, his wife Wang Jinfeng reached out to pinch his waist and squeezed the pain. Song Haiming oh, woke up, and then asked the female reporter with a silence: "What are you asking?"

The female reporter has a good temper. To be precise, she has interviewed many similar people and is experienced. She smiled and asked her question again: "What do you think about investing so much money in the development and construction of Nandu?"

When Song Haiming understood, he shook his head violently, "No, the person who invested the money was not me, but my son."

The female reporter was stunned: "Your son?"

At first, the female reporter thought Song Haiming was the kind of pragmatic entrepreneur who "played with pigs and ate tigers". When she heard this, she understood that he was not a big shot, and there was someone else in the big shot.

Invest 5 million, 10 million, and 200 million!

This young man is by no means simple, at least he is one of the best super tycoons in Nandu City.

Stars appeared in the female reporter's eyes. After finally calming down, she became more interested in the "son" mentioned by Song Haiming in front of her and asked: "So what is your son's name and what company does he run?"

Song Haiming still shook his head violently: "I can't say this, he said he should keep a low profile. Besides, he has a lot of companies, and I don't know much about materials, logistics, and financial investments."

The female reporter was even more curious, and others around him were also very curious. He had seen such mysterious tycoons on TV before, but he didn't expect that there were also in reality.

The female reporter put the microphone to Song Haiming's mouth, got closer, and asked, "So can you briefly introduce some of your son's situation? Everyone is very curious."

Song Haiming felt that this posture was inappropriate. It was like he had washed cucumbers and wanted to chew on it, so he suggested that he take the microphone himself.

The female reporter handed him the microphone, and Song Haiming grabbed it tightly, fearing that he would lose money if he fell to the ground.

"He said, be low-key." Song Haiming glanced at the curious gazes around him, "But since you want to know, I will say three points. First, his name is Song Zhichao, and he is my son; second, he worked in the south and only came back soon; third, he has been to Hong Kong."

When Song Haiming said that Song Zhichao had worked in the south, the people around him didn't feel anything. After all, more mainlanders went to the south to work in this era, but most of them were workers, and there were not many developed ones. When they came back, they could only build houses and marry wives. However, they could become big bosses like Song Zhichao. This is incredible.

However, when Song Zhichao went to Hong Kong by the third point, everyone suddenly realized that no wonder they were able to succeed, they had been to Hong Kong!

Where is Hong Kong?

Gold everywhere!

It is much easier to make gold in Hong Kong than here.

For a moment, everyone's eyes became hot, and they wanted to have the opportunity to go to Hong Kong and pick up gold on the ground.

After all, the female reporter is just a knowledgeable and educated person. He knows that Hong Kong is not really full of gold, but an exaggerated metaphor. At this time, he roughly understood Song Zhichao's uniqueness and was jogging with confidence. So he asked: "So can you tell me more about the age of the mysterious Mr. Song Zhichao, whether he got married, whether he had a girlfriend, and what is his requirement for his favorite partner?"

Song Haiming: "Oh, my son is twenty-four years old this year, and he hasn't yet..." He came to his senses, "Hey, what are you asking about these things?"

Looking at the female reporter curiously.

The female reporter's cheeks were slightly red, and she was afraid that her selfishness would be seen through by the other party, so she smiled and concealed: "I am asking the vast majority of girls in Nandu. They all seemed to know if this young and promising Mr. Song Zhichao has a partner..."

Before Song Haiming could speak, Wang Jinfeng, who was Song Zhichao's mother, couldn't help but step forward, snatched the microphone from her husband Song Haiming's hand, and pushed Song Haiming aside with a "stolen nest", and smiled at the camera and said, "Girl, this question is good - I'm anxious about my son's lifelong affairs!"

Female reporter: "…"

A little confused and a little surprised.

Those who had girls at home, and those who were yellow-flowered daughters and big girls, all of them came over with their eyes lit up, their ears were raised, and their eyes were staring at Wang Jinfeng, afraid of missing something.

Wang Jinfeng glanced around and was very satisfied with the actions of the girls around her. When her family was poor, someone came to talk to the media. However, at that time, Song Zhichao worked in the south, and Tian Xiaoli was with her son, so Wang Jinfeng had never thought about finding a wife for her son.

But now it's different.

Tian Xiaoli was ignorant of treasures and begged for nothing to avoid a huge diamond, but she wanted to pick up a trash. Now that her son Song Zhichao is back in single, she certainly has to take on the heavy responsibility of helping her son find a wife.

The most important thing is that Wang Jinfeng is now eager to hold his grandson.

During the period when Song Zhichao came back, Wang Jinfeng had repeatedly criticized his son, telling him that he was very lonely now and felt that his arms were deserted and that something was missing.

But that baby son just didn't know what he was missing, why don't he buy you a pillow? If not, buy you a warm water treasure?

After hearing this, Wang Jinfeng was so angry that she was itchy.

So during a meal, Wang Jinfeng directly told Song Zhichao that I wanted to hold my grandson.

At this time, Wang Jinfeng could still remember her son's appearance at that time. Holding the rice bowl, she was so surprised that she almost sprayed out the rice in her mouth.

This child is having trouble outside and is worried. She still needs her mother to do the same thing as her family line.

...

In full view of everyone—

There are thousands of people around for free, and they stop singing on the stage when they are singing operas. They prick up their ears and listen to the next "marriage advertisement" of the "billionaire" mother.

The scene ranged from a girl in her sixteens and seventeen years old to an old aunt in her forties and fifties. They were all focused, widened their eyes, and cleaned up the things in their ears, ready to listen.

Who knows, maybe such a good thing will fall on me.

The little girl: "As long as you are young, you are young and healthy, and everyone loves it - let alone this super rich man?"

Old Aunt: "There are all kinds of strange people in the world. Maybe they will have heavy flavors. If you don't like young, you like old people like yourself! As the saying goes, if you eat too much tender corn, old corn will have a unique flavor."

Just as everyone was thinking about it, Wang Jinfeng spoke—

"The conditions are very simple. First, young; second, beautiful; third, you must be able to give birth!"

There was an uproar in the scene.

This condition is too low!

There were many girls at the scene, and they felt very excited at the first time.

However, Wang Jinfeng immediately said: "The fourth and most important thing is to make my son fall in love with him!"

Live audience: "…"
Chapter completed!