Song Siyun looked at the phone in confusion and rubbed his eyes hard.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... eighty-zero, one hundred million!"
Looking at the sender's number again, it was indeed from the official Agricultural Bank of China. One of the text messages also contained information about deductions for the purchase of a mobile phone that I had sent yesterday.
Song Siyun's heart stopped beating violently.
...Are you dreaming?
Any special hacking techniques?
With trembling hands, Song Siyun dialed the customer service number of the Agricultural Bank of China to confirm.
Job transfer services.
"Okay, how can I help you?"
The sweet voice of the customer service girl came from the other end of the phone.
Song Siyun swallowed and tried hard to appear nervous.
"... Then, I want to check Yi's account balance and account number..."
"Okay, please wait..."
Song Siyun waited nervously for the customer service girl's query results.
After ten seconds, I heard the customer service girl's report again.
The customer service girl was obviously flustered and her tone of voice changed.
"Hello, your account balance is... one, one hundred and three hundred and fifteen million yuan..."
"OK, thanks."
After hearing the result, Song Siyun calmed down. Since the money was real, then what he said just now was worth thinking about.
The customer service girl was obviously frightened. She hung up the phone in a hurry without even reminding Song Siyun to rate her service.
It was not until he hung up the phone that the customer service felt regretful. He should have talked more with the rich man with 100 million in savings. Maybe he could get his contact information and become his girlfriend, even if it was for three people.
After asking, Song Siyun immediately found the unfamiliar number and dialed it.
The call was connected immediately. Obviously the other party knew that Song Siyun would look for him again, so he kept staring at the phone and waiting.
"Master..."
Song Siyun said quickly: "Who is it? What's the matter with the money? Why do you call me Master?"
"Hello, Master!"
That respectful voice: "The general manager of the Song family stationed in Qinggang City - Song Yunyi!"
"Song Yunyi?" Song Siyun was stunned for a moment, as if the name sounded familiar to him.
"Yes, Master. From your lonely and helpless state, you can know your noble status. You are the direct descendant of the Song family, the blood of the patriarch!"
"What's the matter? The Song family is still very powerful?"
"More than powerful, the Song family is one of the controllers of the world's economic lifeline and one of the richest families!"
"And then, abandoning your wife for eighteen years? The Song family is awesome, really awesome!"
Ever since Song Siyun could remember, she had lived with her adoptive mother Chen Yanqing. Naturally, she felt resentful towards her father who suddenly discovered her life!
If he was so powerful, why did you abandon him in the first place? !
"Young Master, you must have misunderstood the Patriarch. After her husband left, the Patriarch never remarried, and now the Patriarch only has you as his child! If the Patriarch wanted to find his father, he would probably go against the tide and become the Patriarch of the Song Family!"
"If that's the case, why did you call in person?!"
Although Song Siyun almost guessed the result, he couldn't call him father politely.
"Master, the Patriarch, you can do what you want. I believe the Patriarch will contact us!"
Song Yunyi said softly, and then continued: "Young Master, now the head of the family has assigned all the forces in Qinggang City to your name. Are you going back to the city square now? Bring the heads of several regions to meet you!"
"Greetings?"
"Yes, please wait a moment, we are on the right track and will be there soon!"
Song Siyun hesitated for a while, then agreed. Perhaps he had many questions that needed to be answered in person.
So I walked to the entrance of the city square and found a flower bed to sit on.
There are also a few young people watching short videos next to them.
A young man suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck! Who is so arrogant?!"
"What's wrong?"
The companion asked curiously.
"Look," the young man handed over his phone, "some rich guy got a dozen Rolls-Royces to run red lights for fun."
"Really? Shit, it looks like it's heading towards us, let's take a look!"
As the two young men spoke, they stood up and stretched their necks to look into the distance.
"Got it!"
"That's awesome! One car is enough to support my life!"
"For a lifetime? You think highly of yourself!"
Song Siyun also looked in that direction, and saw more than a dozen luxury cars driving quickly from a distance, ignoring traffic lights all the way. Ordinary vehicles on the road were afraid of being scratched, so they hurriedly moved to the sides, creating a clear path on the crowded road!
The convoy of luxury cars drove into the city square and stopped, lining up in two rows in order.
Then the car doors opened, and each car was filled with some imposing black people.
"What?"
"Can you shoot short videos?"
"Even if we shoot a video, the cost is outrageous!"
A few people had already gathered at the entrance of the square, and many more were rushing to the side after hearing the news.
Everyone looked at the fleet of luxury cars and talked about it.
, the one from the luxury car frowned and looked around the group.
Not finding what he was looking for, Yu took out his cell phone and called: "Master, I'm here."
Song Siyun from the group received a call and went to squeeze in.
"What the hell, what the hell are you pushing for?!"
Those who were squeezed were complaining all over the floor.
Song Siyun had no choice but to apologize repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, please make way."
Finally squeezing to the edge, Song Siyun took a deep breath and walked towards the line of luxury cars.
The onlookers were a little confused as they watched the scene.
"Where are you from, beggar? Are you afraid of getting beaten if you leave?"
"Are you the one who confessed his love to the goddess in the square and was rejected? What do you want to do?"
"It's going to be a good show!"
Ignoring the discussions behind him, Song Siyun walked up to Song Yunyi.
Song Yunyi stared at Song Siyun deeply, then lowered his head and bowed.
"Greetings, Master!"
The people in black behind him also bowed in unison and made a deafening sound:
"Greetings, Master!"
The crowd suddenly fell silent!