I, holding the script, kidnapped the male protagonist's benefactor

"Long time no see, Shenghe." Han Song walked over and greeted Yuan Shenghe, and called his name enthusiastically, as if the two had a special relationship.

"I heard that you returned to the capital a few days ago, and I was thinking about finding an opportunity to bring Shiming to visit your home."

During this period of time, Ji Yu heard many people calling Yuan Shenghe. Except for the Qu family, everyone else either called him Mr. Yuan or Mr. Yuan.

Yuan Shenghe obviously didn't have a close relationship with the Han family, but Han Song called him by his name directly, and others thought that the two families had a good relationship.

Adult men are just so scheming.

"Mr. Han, you're too polite. I'm not that familiar with your son." Compared to Han Song's enthusiasm, Yuan Shenghe's attitude was much colder, and the word "Mr. Han" widened the distance between them again.

Han Song remained calm and sighed, "I haven't seen your father for several years. We were just partners back then. You are so distant with us now, but you still hold a grudge against me for helping your father back then?"

Not only Ji Yu but also his son Han Shiming was surprised.

Did his father and Yuan Shenghe’s father have such a good relationship that they helped each other?

Almost everyone in the capital city knew that Yuan Jianghe was sent to prison by Yuan Shenghe himself.

Everyone knows how much Yuan Shenghe hates his father.

His father actually helped Yuan's father.

"Mr. Han, you're too polite. As adults, there is no true love except for interests." Yuan Shenghe sat on the chair with his legs crossed, just looking up at Han Song slightly with a half-smile on his face.

Han Song's heart sank slowly. After a few years, Yuan Shenghe had grown to a level that even he couldn't see through.

He still remembers the first time he met Yuan Shenghe.

Because the teenager was not liked by his parents, his personality became increasingly gloomy, which made Yuan Jianghe dislike him even more.

Yuan Jianghe has never concealed his disgust for his biological son. In order to fight for the family property, they have cooperated on some projects. Later, when he heard that Mr. Yuan was going to give all the shares to Yuan Shenghe, Yuan Jianghe went crazy and cursed Yuan Shenghe as a jinx who was born to snatch everything from him.

At that time, he was not optimistic about Yuan Shenghe. He knew a young man who was less than 20 years old, so how could he fight against Yuan Jianghe? In order to make Yuan Jianghe owe him a favor, he also helped him with some small favors.

Later, Yuan Jianghe and his people were defeated in the fight for the family property. Some died, some were imprisoned, and many were sent to Africa to farm. He was also worried that Yuan Shenghe would come to take revenge on the Han family.

He always thought that Yuan Shenghe didn't want to break off relations with their aristocratic families, so he just pretended nothing had happened.

"Mr. Han, you're not here just to reminisce about the past, right?" Han Song never comes to see me for no reason. In the past few years, Han Song hasn't taken the initiative to come to see him. Yuan Shenghe knew that he was just worried that he still remembered his cooperation with Yuan Jianghe.

He has suddenly come here now, so there must be something more important than what happened back then, which has driven him to come here in person.

"In that case, I won't beat around the bush."

If the thing was in someone else's hands, Han Song could still find another way to get it, but if it was in Yuan Shenghe's hands, this method would hardly work.

Han Song was also unwilling to fall out with Yuan Shenghe, as that would not be good for the Han family.

"Has Mr. Yuan ever bought an antique at a charity auction in Yunhai City?"

Here he finally changed his name.

Since playing the emotional card doesn't work, there's no need to be servile.

"I bought a lot of antiques in Yunhai City." Yuan Shenghe's eyes narrowed slightly. In fact, he almost immediately thought of the charity auction he and Ji Yu attended together.

"It's going to be in the second half of this year. It's a jade mountain carved with landscape paintings." Han Song said sincerely.

"To be honest, I'm sure Mr. Yuan has heard that my father once lost a batch of antiques. There are still seven pieces that have not been found. This landscape painting of Yushan is one of them. My father loved these antiques when he was alive. He was very sad after losing them, so he made a will and asked us to find them back."

"If this antique is really in Mr. Yuan's hands, I hope he will part with it. We are willing to add another 20 million to the original price to buy it back."

After saying that, Han Song stared at Yuan Shenghe.

After his son told him yesterday, he asked someone about it.

Yuan Shenghe spent 200 million to buy this antique at the auction, and the price of 200 million has exceeded the original value of the antique.

Even if he bought it back at the original price, Yuan Shenghe would still make a profit.

Now that he has added another 20 million, he believes that Yuan Shenghe should know that this is a very good deal.

Yuan Shenghe waited for him to finish before he spoke slowly: "Boss Han has found the wrong person. The antique is not in my hands."

Han Song's brows knitted together slightly, and a gloom rose in his heart. "This shouldn't be possible. I asked someone, and the person who took the picture of the landscape painting Yushan that day was Mr. Yuan. Mr. Yuan spent 200 million yuan to buy it. You should still remember it, right?"

No matter how rich Yuan Shenghe is, he can't spend 200 million without blinking an eye.

When he learned this morning that Yuan Shenghe had bought it at a high price, he felt that the price was too high.

He has spent a lot of money over the years to recover lost antiques, and can no longer easily take out 200 million in cash like before.

"Of course I remember, but I didn't say I didn't buy it. It's just that I gave this antique away."

Unexpectedly, Han Song was not worried but happy. Yuan Shenghe was not short of money, and he might not be able to buy it back from him. If it was someone else, there might be more room for negotiation with the other party.

"Mr. Yuan, who did you give the antique to?" Han Shiming asked impatiently.

"Sorry, I can't tell you this." Yuan Shenghe said sorry, but the indifferent look on his face did not show any apology at all.

Han Shiming bit his tongue and said, "Mr. Yuan, why don't you make a condition? What do you want us to do?"

Han Song frowned. Yuan Shenghe was not the kind of person who would fall for this. But if he didn't want to tell him, he had no choice but to try this method.

"This matter is really important to our Han family. It's related to my father's wishes. If you are worried that we will harass that person, I can guarantee that we will never do that."

Yuan Shenghe was about to refuse when Ji Yu on the opposite side suddenly winked at him.

Although he didn't say it, he knew what he wanted to say at a glance.

I felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and wanted to refuse. But after thinking about it, I thought that Han Song and his son would not dare to do so, so it would be okay to make Ji Yu happy.

"I can tell you that it depends on how much you are willing to pay."

Han Song said without hesitation: "I am willing to pay five million for this news."

Yuan Shenghe raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Han is indeed a straightforward person, then let's transfer the money first."

Han Song called his secretary on the spot and asked him to transfer five million to Yuan Shenghe's account.

"The five million has been transferred. Can Mr. Yuan tell us now?"

Yuan Shenghe raised the corner of his mouth, "Of course, but let him tell you himself."

Han Song and his son were stunned. Before Han Shiming could figure it out, Han Song suddenly turned around and looked at Ji Yu, whom they had ignored from beginning to end. The lines on his face suddenly tightened, as if he was forcibly suppressing the outburst of some emotion.

Ji Yu cleared his throat.

"It is me. You can talk to me. I am the one to whom he gave the antique."