Rebirth 78 was replaced by a husband, the cold educated youth pulled the curtains every day

Mr. Song was very angry.

"Rebel!"

"Did you hear that? Our dad is scolding you for being a rebellious son!" The third brother looked at Song Hui and said in a deep voice.

But the next second, Mr. Song's crutch fell on Mr. Song.

With a loud bang, he was hit so hard that his teeth grimaced.

"He is the one who ruined our ancestors' foundation. Why are you hitting me?" Song Lao San, who was beaten, roared in dissatisfaction.

"I'll show you how disrespectful you are to your ancestors! I'll beat you up, you bastard!"

Old Master Song swung his cane at Old Third Song again, but he dodged it deftly.

"I've finally figured it out. The eldest son inheriting the business is just an excuse. You're just partial to the eldest son!"

After Song Laosan finished speaking, he looked at Song Hui with a cold gaze.

"I don't care if you bankrupt the shipping company. After all, the shipping company is all my hard work. If you can't find the money to release it from mortgage, I will never forgive you!"

After yelling this, Song Laosan looked at his father again, then turned around and left angrily.

"What a sin!"

Looking at the third brother who ran away, Old Man Song knocked his cane loudly.

"Dad, are you okay?" Seeing that the old man was very angry, Song Hui hurried to help him.

But the old man opened his palm.

"Boss, you disappoint me so much."

Hearing this, Song Hui finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and with red eyes he shouted, "Dad!"

The international oil crisis broke out, and all shipping companies in Hong Kong suffered an unprecedented crisis.

Even the four shipping giants are now in a precarious situation.

Some small shipping companies have even gone bankrupt.

Song Hui boasted that he had put all his efforts into ensuring the smooth shipping of Song's shipping, which enabled the Song family to survive until now.

Only he himself knows how it feels.

Song Hui didn't care what his second and third sons said, but he found it hard to accept his father's denial.

"Tell me, what is the situation now?" Old Master Song asked coldly.

"The company's funding chain has been completely cut off. The Shu family deliberately released that news to add fuel to the fire and make those shareholders panic even more so that they could take advantage of the opportunity to buy up Song's shares at a low price."

"Uncle Rong and Uncle Chang are still waiting and watching, while Uncle Bing and the others have already sold their shares to the Shu family."

"The most troublesome thing is several banks. If the overdue loans cannot be repaid, they will seal up the company's assets. Once the seals are affixed, the consequences..." Having said this, Song Hui really couldn't go on.

"You shouldn't be hiding it from me until now."

Old Master Song had never imagined that their Song family had reached this point.

"I......"

Thump...thump...thump....

Old Master Song returned to his chair and sat down, slowly raising the cane in his hand.

In front of Song Hui, Old Man Song gently stroked his cane.

"Since your great-grandfather's generation, our Song family has sailed across the ocean to come here, starting as coolies at the docks and eventually becoming sailors. After decades of development, we have finally built up the family business we have today."

Mr. Song said this.

His hand was gripping the neck of the crutch, and he held it in front of his eyes with great care, examining it carefully.

"Our Song family's ancestral motto is that the eldest son will lay the foundation for the family business. This is to prevent brothers from killing each other."

"I understand." Song Hui said in a deep voice.

The thing he heard most since he was a child was: take care of two younger brothers.

He did the same.

"In fact, there is another ancestral motto that only the head of each generation knows." Old Master Song revealed a huge secret that shocked Song Hui.

"Is there another ancestral precept?"

Ignoring the surprised eldest son.

Old Master Song stroked the crutch in his hand, pinched the handle with one hand, pressed the cane with the other hand, and then twisted it suddenly with force.

The locking turnbuckle suddenly loosened.

Old Master Song removed the handle of his cane.

Under Song Hui's surprised gaze, Old Master Song actually pulled out a scroll of paper from the hollow stick.

"Another ancestral motto is: Be prepared for danger in times of peace. No matter what happens, we must always leave a way out for the Song family."

Mr. Song gently unfolded the paper.

"This is a cashier's check from the Swiss Bank."

"It contains secret funds accumulated since your great-grandfather's generation."

Song Hui stepped forward.

His eyes were fixed on the promissory note.

The clear cross mark makes it recognizable at a glance.

A series of numbers, as many as 7 digits!

After this series of numbers, the dollar's unique currency symbol is marked.

It’s a total of 500 million US dollars!

Based on the current exchange rate between Hong Kong dollars and US dollars, this Swiss Bank promissory note can be exchanged for as much as 6500 million Hong Kong dollars!

Seeing so much money, Song Hui's heart couldn't help but start beating wildly.

He knew very well that with this money, the Song family could be revived!

"Dad!" Song Hui shouted excitedly.

"This is the last trump card of our Song family." Old Master Song held the promissory note in his hand, feeling deeply moved.

The secret fund accumulated by three generations from him to his predecessor has always been added to.

"Here's the money."

"Return the third brother's freight company to him first."

"From now on, let the second and third children do whatever they want."

"Okay, don't worry, Dad. The first thing I will do when I return to the company is to separate the second and third sons' companies." Song Hui agreed readily.

"Whether you can survive this disaster depends on your own luck." Old Master Song said weakly.

"Dad, with this money, our Song Group will definitely be able to revive. Not only revive, I will also take the opportunity to take back the shares in the hands of those fence-sitters. If the Shu family wants to get involved in our Song Group's shipping, forget it!" Song Hui said fiercely.

The Shu family took advantage of the situation and secretly attacked Song Shipping. Song Hui had long hated the Shu family.

I had no funds before and was passive in everything.

Song Hui had been holding a lot of anger in his heart for a long time.

Now that he has obtained such a large amount of funds, Song Hui is confident that he can give the Shu family a good fight!

But Mr. Song shook his head: "You underestimate the Shu family's background."

"For so many years, the Shu family has been able to maintain its position as a major grain merchant in Hong Kong, and it's not just luck."

"Their foundation will only be deeper than our Song family!"

"Don't think about fighting with the Shu family. If you can help the company get through this crisis safely, it will be worth it for me to entrust the last of the Song family's wealth to you."

The old man's words were like a bucket of cold water, which sobered up Song Hui, who was a little hot-headed.

He understood that his father was right.

"I see."

"Go."

Mr. Song waved his hand.

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely save the Song family!"

After saying this in a deep voice, Song Hui picked up the bank draft and quickly ran out of the villa.

Just looking at Old Master Song outside the door, he seemed to have lost most of his energy and blood. He sat in the armchair, looking very listless.