The green camphor tree has a deep view

On the other end of the cell phone signal, Song Jingshen, whose call was hung up, had a gloomy face, in sharp contrast to Lao Ge who was sitting opposite him.

"I told you long ago that if the other person doesn't want to answer, don't rush to call." Ge Zhaomin smiled, looking relaxed as if he was watching a good show. "So, did the other person hang up on you?"

Song Jingshen called again, and after a while, a cold female voice came from the microphone: "The user you dialed has been turned off..."

Old Ge laughed out loud. Song Jingshen hung up the phone, threw it on the table, and said nothing.

"I never thought that I would be able to see you, Young Master Song, being humiliated by a woman in my lifetime. This trip was really worth it!" Ge Zhaomin laughed, "What does that girl look like? If you have a photo of her, please show it to me. I'm really curious now."

"Yes, yes." Song Jingshen picked up the phone, opened the photo album and fiddled with it, but he could only find a photo of Wen Qing and Gu Huaiyuan, which was taken secretly.

He wanted Ge Zhaomin to meet Wen Qing, but since she didn't come, he could just look at her photo. So he clicked on the photo of Wen Qing wearing Gu Huaiyuan's suit jacket, deleted Gu Huaiyuan who was in the way, saved a new photo, and showed it to Old Ge.

Ge Zhaomin took out his reading glasses from his coat and put them on, then took the phone, looked carefully at the girl in the photo, and did not speak for a long time.

"How is it?" Song Jingshen asked, with a slightly uneasy tone.

Ge Zhaomin tilted his head, as if thinking about something, and made a hissing sound: "This girl looks familiar."

Song Jingshen didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue. But Lao Ge didn't say anything else, instead he took off his reading glasses and looked closely at his phone, frowning more and more.

At this moment, there were two knocks on the door.

Song Jingshen was treating guests today, and he had his back to the door, but he knew who was knocking as soon as he heard it.

Without even turning his head, he said, "Fang Lao Er, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't play tricks on me."

"With so many distinguished guests here, how could I possibly play tricks?" Fang Ziming walked into the private room with a smile on his face, sat down at the eight-immortal table with a familiar manner, and said, "It seems that you think highly of my place, coming here again and again, and bringing different people with you."

Seeing Lao Ge's puzzled face, Fang Ziming hurriedly stood up and introduced himself: "Hello, uncle! I am Jing Shen's childhood friend and also the boss here. My surname is Fang, and I hope you will take care of me in the future." As he said that, he stretched out his hands to shake Lao Ge's hand as a sign of respect.

Old Ge quickly put down his phone, shook Fang Ziming's hand, and said, "Boss Fang, you're welcome."

The phone was lying on the table, the screen went from bright to dark. Fang Ziming glanced at the screen and smiled nonchalantly. He raised his hand to call the waiter and handed him the menu: "If you want to eat anything, just order it. If it's not on the menu, we can make it."

Lao Ge agreed with a smile, took the menu, and started ordering dishes while looking through his reading glasses.

Song Jingshen glanced at Fang Ziming and asked slowly, "Why do I always run into you every time I come here?"

"You are a young talent, unlike me, who is an idle person. You opened two stores like this, and you have to look after them all year round, right?"

"Aren't you going to Fu Guang? Won't those sisters come to see you?" Fu Guang Bar was also opened by Fang Ziming.

When Song Jingshen mentioned Fu Se, his eyes darkened. He saw Wen Qing being embraced by Qi Fan and sent a WeChat message to question her, but was blocked by Wen Qing. He lost control of his emotions and went to Fu Se to get drunk, and Fang Ziming advised him not to mess with women from small families.

Last time, I blocked her on WeChat, this time I just turned off her phone. Song Jingshen smiled bitterly, not knowing whether this little woman was timid or brave. If she was timid, she took on the hard work of taking care of Zhou Wen and her son, and she kept saying that she didn't want anyone's money. If she was brave, she would run away faster than a rabbit when she encountered anything related to love.

Is it because she doesn't know how to handle this relationship?

Or was it because she was afraid of developing feelings for him?

If she continues to be so afraid, how can he make her accept him?

"All my sisters have been arranged long ago. Those who need to entertain guests do so, and those who need to go to work go to work." Fang Ziming said carelessly, but his eyes quickly swept across Song Jingshen's face and found that he had a frown on his face and looked serious, as if he was thinking about a very tricky thing.

"What's wrong with you? Are you thinking about bringing down someone again?" Fang Ziming joked, "You've taken over the Song family, who's next?"

Song Jingshen came back to his senses, took a sip of tea, relaxed his brows, and said lightly: "What do you think? Whose turn is it?"

Fang Ziming's expression froze, then he turned to Lao Ge and said with a smile: "Uncle, look at him, he always loves to make fun of me. How can I know who he is going to take in?"

"Boss Fang, your question just now was not quite right. Jing Shen's attitude towards Song's...it's not called taking over, it's called taking over." Ge Zhaomin smiled slightly, his face full of wrinkles filled with smiles, but in Fang Ziming's eyes, it looked a little cold.

"Oh, yes, it's taking over. After all, it's the Song family's business, and it will be taken over sooner or later." Fang Ziming agreed repeatedly, looking at Lao Ge quickly, and re-evaluating his relationship with Song Jingshen in his heart.

"The Song family is doing so well now, Mr. Song must be very satisfied. We are all family, even if there are some conflicts, we outsiders cannot comment, don't you think?" Old Ge said a few more words, and this time his tone was even more obvious, as if he wanted to drive him away.

Fang Ziming felt regretful. He had wanted to use this uncle to indirectly find out Song Jingshen's next move, but he didn't expect that his plan would fail and instead arouse the other party's vigilance.

However, he had already seen that the old man was not ordinary, and after several conversations, he didn't even know the old man's last name. And Song Jingshen had no intention of introducing the old man to him.

It seems that this old man has a special relationship with Song Jingshen. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a secret weapon.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziming's scalp suddenly went numb. He suddenly felt that he shouldn't be here today and had discovered Song Jingshen's secret. With Song Jingshen's deep thoughts, he might have suspected his purpose.

Fang Ziming no longer wanted to stay any longer. Just as he saw the waiter coming in to serve the dishes, he stood up and said goodbye with a smile: "Uncle, enjoy your meal. If there is anything that is not good enough for us, please let me know."

Old Ge smiled and said, "Boss Fang, you are too polite. I came here to cook this old dish from the countryside just to broaden your horizons."

Fang Ziming laughed, waved to Lao Ge, patted Song Jingshen on the shoulder, turned and left the box.

"You're too polite to him." Song Jingshen filled Old Ge's cup of tea, pointed at the phone next to Old Ge, and said, "Fang's interruption delayed our business."

"Your main business is this girl?" Old Ge couldn't help laughing. He picked up the teacup beside him and sniffed it, saying, "Good tea! This boss Fang has some real skills."

"The Fang family has been doing private equity for many years and has some foundation. However," Song Jingshen put down the teapot and pondered for a moment, "in recent years, they have also started the brokerage business, and the road is getting narrower and narrower."

Old Ge nodded: "Once you get involved in something shameful, it will be difficult to get out of it!" He took a sip of the tea, savored it for a while, and said slowly, "What a pity for this good tea!"