However, military-fire is not as simple as fighting and killing. The party that comes into contact with people and things will become a more powerful party, so Wang Tiechuan, a layman, will hit a wall.
"Send me the information for the next company. You need to find the source first." Song Ye didn't criticize him too much. The first battle to open the channel was originally very difficult, and Song Ye had to support both companies.
The so-called one-handed support of two companies means taking over the source of goods and then connecting with the suppliers below to earn the middle price difference. This is the route Ye Bang took when he was not familiar with the channel in the early stages. Once he has figured out the operations between various departments, Ye Bang will personally take over the bulk of the next business.
After waiting for a minute, a message from Wang Tiechuan was sent. Song Ye opened it and saw a trace of surprise between his eyebrows.
Les Yu.
When they went upstairs and entered the private room, the food was already placed on the table. Gu Yitong was still telling the waiter the name of the dish, which made Wang Qianqian burst into laughter.
"Young Master Gu, I won't pay the bill later. You can take it easy and save money for your dad." Wang Qianqian pointed to a table of dishes and spread her hands to show her irresponsibility.
"Tch, I can still make you little girl pay the bill. It's a joke. If you order ten more tables, I can afford it." Gu Yitong looked arrogant, saying that the young master is very rich and can be manipulated by others.
The two live treasures bickered back and forth, which actually livened up the atmosphere.
"If there's anything else you want to eat, just order it." As soon as Song Ye took his seat, Meng Ziheng beside him handed over the menu in a gentlemanly manner.
Song Ye glanced at the table and shook his head, "No need." With this portion, several more people wouldn't be able to finish it.
"Oh, you're welcome. Come eat with us and don't be lenient." Le Mingyu on the other side started to look over again in a strange way, as if he couldn't see that Meng Ziheng was even remotely nice to Song Ye.
If he hadn't known that Meng Ziheng's sexual orientation was okay, Song Ye would have really suspected whether this guy had any plans for Meng Ziheng.
"Eat if you're hungry, no one wants you to talk." Fang Ye sat next to him, picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth.
Song Ye didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but then he thought about it and turned his eyes away, "Le Mingyu, why do you feel like you've been shot every time I see you?"
"Hmph, I grew up with guns, and I'm on guard against crooked people like you." Le Mingyu said so bluntly that he choked back on the spot.
With a snap, Fang Ye slapped the back of his head with a violent shudder, "Shut up."
"Damn, you're so aggressive. What did I say wrong?" Le Mingyu covered the back of his head and his hair immediately exploded.
Fang Ye was helpless and covered his face not wanting to speak. Over there, Gu Yitong laughed loudly and said, "You deserve it. You deserve to be kept silent. Song Ye, just ignore him. His eldest brother runs a shooting range. He eats too much from shooting small guns." Oh, just such a bad temper."
"Oh? Open a shooting range?" Song Ye raised his eyebrows when he heard this, confirming his thoughts, "Is the club on the third floor of the Sega Building in the city center opened by your brother?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Le Mingyu was stunned, but also Meng Ziheng beside him.
After a long while, Wang Qianqian exclaimed, "Ah, you are talking about the club we went to together last time. There are so many parts in the whole building, and they all seem to be owned by the same boss." Before the high school entrance examination last time, Song Ye Taking a group of brothers to the club to play, they happened to bump into Wang Qianqian and Hao Tian, and later they had a conflict with Bai Zhibin.
This incident is still fresh in Wang Qianqianâs memory.
Hearing such an incident, the suspicion in Le Mingyu's eyes retreated slightly, and he put on a proud face, "Huh, my brother is the owner of Sega Building. Next time you go, just tell me your name. "
The young master is very wealthy and Gu Yitong treats guests to dinner, but he is not far behind.
"Shooting. I've grown up and I haven't touched a gun yet." Xiang Qing, who had been silent all this time, finally reacted and looked longingly when he mentioned shooting.
"Haha, Xiang Qing, you are really pitiful. Your father is a police chief, but he doesn't allow you to touch a gun. Don't worry, go with Song Ye next time. She is a sharpshooter. You'll always hit the mark." Wang Qianqian patted her on the shoulder, carefree.
Everyone present was stunned. Although they had expected that the two class beauties in the first year of high school were of high status, they never thought that Xiang Qing was actually the daughter of the leader of the Shishi Police Department, and her status was one level higher than those of them who were engaged in business. .
Xiang Qing smiled warmly and nodded to everyone, "Sorry, I didn't explain it beforehand. My father is Xiang Wenqi."
Xiang Wenqi... turns out to be him.
Song Ye didn't associate the two together for a while, but now he came back to his senses when he heard about it.
The personalities of this father and daughter are quite similar.
After being stunned, the other people all smiled lightly and passed away. After all, they were all people with status, so they didn't feel much in their hearts.
On the contrary, Xiang Qing glanced at Song Ye one more time. Seeing that the other party's expression was always calm and calm, he felt a little contemptuous for some reason, and blurted out: "Song Ye used to be from Yuncheng, how could he go to Shishi to play shooting? Guns." You still play so well, have you practiced before?"
This can be said to be genetic. Having a father who is the chief of the police bureau, Xiang Qing's thinking and questioning are also sharp and sharp.
Song Ye picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and kept an expression on his face, "My friend invited us to play together. It's also my first time to learn shooting. It's quite interesting, but it's too expensive."
Pfft... Wang Qianqian almost spit out her tea. She always felt that Song Ye was joking when he said he had no money.
Xiang Qing was also stunned. She never thought that Song Ye, who was so noble, would admit his poverty on such an occasion.
She also always felt that Song Ye was quite good at pretending.
"If you want to go, let's go together this weekend." Meng Ziheng said calmly and took the initiative to help Song Ye.
Le Mingyu, who was on the opposite side, also responded positively, but mostly in a provocative way, "Yes, I'll go this weekend and let me see the reputation of a sharpshooter." Speaking of the sharpshooter, Le Mingyu deliberately emphasized his tone, with a few words. Quite ironic.
Song Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the meatball lying in the bowl, "Yeah, okay." It seemed that it should be hers and she couldn't run away.
After several people finished their meal, it was already 7:30 in the night, the lights were starting to turn on, and the school had a gate to prevent people from returning late. They didn't stay too long. After entering the school, they went back to their dormitories.
After a few people entered, Song Chengen received a call in the school communication room. Hearing that something happened at home, he ran out of the school in a hurry.
Before he reached the avenue, a van passed by him. The door opened instantly and he was dragged into the car.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? Let me get off the car. I want to call the police. Help!"
Unfortunately, no matter how much he called for help, no one came to rescue him.
The next day, Song Chengen did not come to school. At noon on the fourth day, the school received a call from Song's family to withdraw from school. of