Chapter 142: The past of the four

Song Lianqiao's current place is not far from Chenguang Building. It belongs to a low-end community, which is naturally different from the place where she lived before.
But here is better than remote and quiet, and most people may not be able to find it if they want to find it.
After more than half an hour, Liu Cheng parked the car on the roadside outside the community. The community didn't even have a parking lot. Basically, they parked randomly downstairs. He simply parked outside.
After he parked the car, Liu Cheng was about to go in. He suddenly noticed that many people were looking at him from time to time. He and I looked back for a moment, subconsciously looked back, and suddenly saw his car, and suddenly understood why.
A multi-million-dollar car suddenly stopped outside a low-end community. Anyone would look at it more. Even in the city, there were some people who gave pointers, but there are not so many here.
If he changed to the former Liu Cheng, he would definitely be proud, but after practicing "Shu Zang", his fame and fortune would have faded a lot.
Liu Cheng shook his head, quickly stepped into the community, and went straight up according to the address given by Song Lianqiao.
On the first floor of the innermost building, it is very convenient to go up and down, presumably for Song Zhaocheng to move around.
"Boom boom boom..." Liu Cheng knocked on the door, and the original voice inside suddenly fell silent.
After a while, Liu Cheng called out, "It's me!"
At this time, footsteps came from inside, the door opened, and Song Lianqiao walked out in a house suit.
"You can count it!" Song Lianqiao looked at him and said, "I was so scared that I thought it was someone else!"
"Hey, don't worry, I came all the way and I didn't find anyone following!" Liu Cheng said, "It's you, so beautiful, even if you live here, I'm afraid it will cause some mad bees and butterflies!"
"Fuck you!" Song Lianqiao groaned.
At this time, there was a coughing sound inside.
"Who's here!" Song Zhaocheng's voice sounded, still so vain, "Is it Xiao Liu?"
Song Lianqiao said quickly: "Yes, Dad, it is Liu Cheng who is here!"
"Let Xiao Liu come in!" Song Zhaocheng said hurriedly, followed by footsteps.
"Don't come in soon!" Song Lianqiao didn't have such a good attitude, so he pulled Liu Cheng into it.
As soon as the two entered, they saw Song Zhaocheng.
The old man walked out tremblingly, leaning on a cane, his hair was white and his face was pale, and he showed a weak sense of aging.
"Uncle Song, how are you feeling now?" Liu Cheng stepped forward and supported him and asked.
Song Zhaocheng patted Liu Cheng's hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you're old, that's it!"
Liu Cheng smiled, "You are less than seventy, you are not old!"
"Hey, people muttered, after living to a certain age, they understand everything, most of their body is in the soil, and why are they not old?" Song Zhaocheng had a clear expression.
Liu Cheng helped Song Zhaocheng to sit on the sofa, and sat next to him. At this time, Song Lianqiao brought the tea to him, handed it to him, and gave him a secret look.
Song Zhaocheng smiled at Liu Cheng and said: "Little Liu, I was so focused on doing business that Qiao Qiao’s mother died early and seriously ill. I didn’t care about it. Now I have been dreaming for more than ten years. I figured it out, this girl is my lifeblood. As long as she can live a happy and healthy life, my old man doesn't care about anything!"
When Song Lianqiao heard his father say this, he couldn't help but think of his father's vigorous expression when he was young, "Dad, don't say it!"
"Hey, Xiao Liu is not an outsider, there is nothing I can't say!" Song Zhaocheng smiled, "You say yes, Xiao Liu!"
Liu Cheng nodded quickly. He knew that old people like to remember. Anyway, he was not in a hurry, so he simply listened to him to continue.
"Hey, Xiao Liu understands me!" Song Zhaocheng stretched out his hand and patted the back of Liu Cheng's hand, and then began to talk about the previous things, many of which were embarrassing about Song Lianqiao.
However, Liu Cheng heard the changes in the pattern of Linjiang City over the past ten years.
More than ten years ago, several emerging forces in Linjiang City began to rise. They were four middle-aged people of different ages, one surnamed Feng, one surnamed Song, one surnamed Jin, and one surnamed Xu.
The surname Feng is Feng Xing's father, Feng Shicheng.
The surname Jin is the father of Jin Kun whom Liu Chenggang has known recently.
The surname Xu is Xu Ze’s father, and the surname Song is the old man in front of him, Song Zhaocheng.
Some of these four middle-aged people started from scratch, some came from other places, and some inherited their father’s business. It was the emergence of these four that stirred up the entire Linjiang City market. In those years, no one did nothing. The four were shocked.
In just over ten years, they have the power to shake those old brands.
But at this time, Song Zhaocheng, the Song family who made a fortune with antiques, fell ill unexpectedly. The Song family, which was led by Song Zhaocheng, has since been devastated because of Song Zhaocheng's serious illness.
At this time, the heir of the Xu family proposed to marry Song Lianqiao, who had just turned sixteen at the time.
The Song family had different opinions on this. After all, Song Lianqiao was only sixteen years old at the time and was still too young.
The Xu family proposed to take over Song Lianqiao first, make a marriage appointment, and wait until the age of eighteen before the wedding.
Therefore, the Song family's opinions were unified, and Song Lianqiao was sent to the Xu family.
The Song family's business also began to decline more and more, not before.
After several disturbances, the Feng family, Xu family, and Jin family jointly cleaned the market in Linjiang City, and the Song family was completely annexed.
"That is, after that, before our Song family is gone again!" Song Zhaocheng sighed, "The foundation I laid down in the past is completely gone!"
"So it was the Feng family, the Jin family, and the Xu family who poisoned Uncle Song at the beginning!" Liu Cheng asked in a serious manner.
Song Zhaocheng nodded, "When I first woke up, I always suspected it was the Feng family, because Feng Shicheng had old grudges with me back then!"
"Feng Shicheng?" Liu Cheng was taken aback, "I have dealt with old Mr. Feng Shicheng, this person is not the kind of person who strikes behind!"
"Hey, Xiao Liu, you are not a business person and you don't understand the rules of our industry," Song Zhaocheng laughed, "As long as there is such a chance to hit the other party, no one will give up, and others will do what they want. There are simply too many examples of this kind!"
"What about the others? Didn't Uncle Song ever doubt the Jin and Xu people?" Liu Cheng asked rhetorically.
Song Zhaocheng raised his eyebrows, "The old guy from the Xu family heard that I died within a few years after I was sick. His eldest son has been fighting, hehe, he just supported the Xu family for several years!"
Liu Cheng frowned slightly and said nothing.
Song Zhaocheng didn't notice Liu Cheng's look, and continued: "As for the Jin family, the Jin family was a jewelry maker. Back then, it was the weakest of the four. Now it's close to the Feng family and Xu family."
After a pause, Song Zhaocheng said: "At that time, Feng Shicheng was a construction company, and later entered the real estate industry. Back then, he was the most powerful among us. Xu's family was in the hotel industry. Now Qinwen accounts for one-tenth of the country. This asset is also good. The Jin family makes jewellery and I make antiques. No matter how we continue to do these two lines, they are not comparable to the real estate and hotel industries."
Liu Cheng's heart moved and he was about to ask, but Song Zhaocheng interrupted him aloud.
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