Back to 1985: Spicy Pretty Wife

Chapter 933

Song Langshan looked at him coldly, moved to others a little, and said coldly:

"Do you think we should give the property of the Song family if we want it? We are one of the three aristocratic families in China. What about our pride?"

The people he looked at could not help but lower their heads and remained silent.

Song Langshan looked at them with bitterness in his eyes.

Just then, someone muttered in a low voice:

"We used to be one of the three aristocratic families. We have pride, but we are not now. Several of our people have been intercepted by killers. Who knows if the next one will be myself. My life is at stake. What's the use of being proud?"

These words resonated with others, and everyone nodded and raised their heads:

"Yes, my Lord, it's not that we don't have pride. It's really... Our lives are dying. What's the use of our pride."

"It's not the time for us to say this now. What we should do now is to transfer the existing property as soon as possible. Since their own people want it, we'll just leave an empty shell for them."

"Yes, master, don't talk about what's missing. We'd better make a decision quickly. We may have nothing late."

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Facing these people's complaining chatter, song Langshan closed his eyes again and said tired:

"You go out first and let me think."

Others looked at him one after another, didn't say anything, and left in silence.

As soon as they went out, they took their own mobile phones, or went home to arrange, and were busy transferring all the property they could transfer.

In their opinion, the Song family is over. Whether song Langshan agrees or not, the Song family has no possibility to continue.

Now, they have no choice but to escape.

Listening to the noise outside, song Langshan smiled bitterly and struggled to get the property transfer document.

Suddenly, he tore these documents in half.

Then, four and a half, eight and a half, countless and a half

Until the scraps of paper scattered all over the bed.

"Hahaha..."

Song Langshan laughed, pretending to be crazy, smiling and smiling, with tears all over his face.

He covered his face and wept bitterly.

No, he is the owner of the Song family. The Song family can't transfer others in his hands.

It was beaten down by his ancestors. He can't die in his hands.

He doesn't want to be such a bad son.

He must not sign this thing.

Crying, he took the phone on the bedside table and dialed it with trembling hands:

"Find a way to transfer all your property, and then... Go, go..."

There was silence on the phone for a long time, and then a dry answer: "OK, master."

When the phone hung up, song Langshan sat on the edge of the bed and slid down a little. He sat on the ground and buried his head between his legs. The whole person cried silently.

Then until the evening, there was no one in the room, and everyone was busy.

The Song family had closely monitored the whole song family as soon as they entered the Song family.

The Song family is frantically transferring their property. Naturally, they know these trends, but these things don't matter to them.

The Song family may have a lot of property, but in the view of the Song family, it is the money to buy some clothes and eat a few meals.

Since they want to drive these people out of the Song family, in order to prevent them from fighting back, they are not stingy with the money for dinner.

What they want is only the Song family's industry. Even an empty shell doesn't matter. They can make the empty shell work immediately after they move in the Song family's industry.

What they want is to return to China and recognize their ancestors.

In fact, song Qianshan doesn't understand the matter of recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors at all.

He did not understand why they returned to China and why they were bound by these rules of China.

However, he was in a good mood when he saw that the collateral family who dared not listen to their own words was frightened in his hands.

Holding a cigar and spitting out a smoke ring, he listened to the report of his subordinates and said in a good mood:

"Never mind what they do. Just go to receive the Song family with me tomorrow morning."

The next morning, song Qianshan took people to song's house again.

At the moment, everyone in the Song family has left.

Just last night, song Lang Shan moved everyone away.

The meeting place was not in Song Langshan's room, but in his study.

When song Qianshan arrived, song Langshan was already waiting in his study.

Looking at Song Langshan sitting in the boss's chair with a calm face, song Qianshan was stunned for a moment and said, "it seems that Mr. Song has made a good decision, so sign it."

His voice fell, and the assistant behind him took out the transfer again and put it on the table.

Song Langshan glanced lightly, sneered, looked up at Song Qianshan and said slowly:

"I want to see my brother and my daughter safe first."

Song Qianshan looked at him, sneered, nodded and said, "yes..."

Soon, song Qingshan was brought.

It was safe and sound.

When he heard that song Qingshan had an accident and was sent to the hospital, he fainted directly. Later, he saw song Qianshan and said that he could see his brother as long as he signed the document. He guessed that song Qingshan should be all right.

Looking at his brother who appeared in front of him intact, song Langshan's eyes turned red for a moment and took the phone at the table: "come on, take him away."

Last night, he used his last strength to finish these arrangements and sat in his study waiting.

"Eldest brother! We can't sign, we can't. The Song family can't just be given away by our brothers. We can't be family sinners."

Song Qingshan shook his head with red eyes.

Song Langshan smiled bitterly, looked at Song Qingshan and said with a heavy face:

"You has the final say, not by the two brothers, but I am the owner of song house. I have the final say to give you a decision. And you... From now on, you will not be my song family, you go..."

Song Langshan's voice fell, and more than a dozen bodyguards in black appeared.

Song Langshan waved his hand and said, "send him away."

"You, brother, you can't do this... You can't do this..."

Song Qingshan shook his head and refused, but he was caught under house arrest by song Qianshan's people these days. He was physically and mentally tired. He didn't even eat a hot meal. Where was he still strong.

Soon he was dragged away by more than a dozen people in black.

At the moment song Qingshan was dragged away, song Langshan took back his sight. He looked at Song Qianshan and said, "and my daughter, where is she?"