On the first floor, at the elevator door.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, why are you down here? I was just going to pick you up upstairs."

A young man in a suit and leather shoes, about thirty years old, greeted Song Wenbing and his family of three.

This young man is Song Furen, the son of Song Yifei and Sun Shangxiang.

Standing next to Song Furen was a beautiful woman, his girlfriend, who was also greeting Song Wenbing's family warmly.

As for Hong Yu's family, they were selectively ignored by Song Furen.

Because Song Wenbing was influenced by his mother, he had always looked down upon Hong Yu's rural relatives.

They are just a group of rural people, and they cannot bring any benefits to themselves in the future. There is no need to maintain the so-called family relationship.

"Fu Ren, didn't you see that your cousin Changshou and Xiulian are both here? You are not polite at all. Call someone quickly."

Song Wenbing was very dissatisfied with his grandson Song Furen's behavior of turning a blind eye when he saw his elders, and immediately educated him.

Song Furen still dared not disobey his grandfather.

"Oh, it turns out these two are cousin Changshou and cousin Xiulian. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so I didn't recognize them at first."

Song Furen deliberately pretended to be surprised, slapped his forehead and said, "Cousin Changshou, cousin Xiulian, I'm really sorry."

"fine."

Hong Changshou and Hong Xiulian waved and smiled, but didn't care.

"This must be Xiaoyu's cousin. I haven't seen him for many years. I heard that he was admitted to Jiangnan University. This is a key university in our province. It's amazing."

Song Furen pointed at Hong Yu and praised casually.

In fact, I didn't take Hong Yu seriously at all.

Students at Jiangnan University are nothing. They work part-time and can earn as much as ten thousand or twenty thousand a month.

Not so for him. In the past two years, relying on his father's connections, he opened a large-scale primary and secondary school training institution in Jiangling County, earning millions a year.

A sure winner in life.

What does Hong Yu compare with him?

Who was Hong Yu? He could tell at a glance that this distant cousin didn't mean what he said. He smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

His task today was to accompany his father to celebrate his uncle's seventieth birthday. He just had to eat. As long as the other party didn't go too far, he didn't bother to argue about anything else.

When Hong Changshou heard someone praising his son, he felt very proud and said with a smile: "Nephew Fu Ren, you are amazing. I heard from your grandfather that you started your own business and earned more than two million last year."

Song Furen smiled proudly, but pretended to be indifferent on the surface, waving his hands and smiling:

"More than two million is nothing. Compared with the real rich, this amount of money is not enough to live between their teeth."

"However, I have opened a large-scale training institution in Jiangzhou City this year. If I can do it, I can earn at least 10 million next year."

Hong Changshou praised: "Fu Jen, you are still capable. You are no better than us. You can only make money by relying on your strength."

Song Furen was a little overwhelmed by the praise, and then said: "Cousin Changshou, how old is Xiaoyu? If you have time during the winter and summer vacations, you can come to my institution as a teacher for a few days. I will give him a daily salary of one hundred a day."

Hong Changshou said: "I am already a senior in college and will graduate in a few months. I guess there will be no winter or summer vacations in the future."

"Yeah?"

Song Furen smiled and said: "Just in time, after graduation, he will come to my institution as a teacher. I will give him an internship salary of 3,000, which will increase every year. Within five years, I guarantee that he will earn over 10,000 per month."

Hong Changshou smiled and said: "Thank you Furen for your kindness, but you have to ask Xiaoyu what he wants in this matter. As a father, I can't be the master of this matter."

"Cousin Xiaoyu, why don't you think about it?"

Song Furen asked.

There is a shortage of teachers in his newly opened educational institution, especially teachers like Hong Yu who come from prestigious universities.

It costs three thousand yuan a month to recruit him. Not only can he be used as a teacher, but he can also be used as a sign to promote himself outside. He can attract many students, which is very cost-effective.

Hong Yu said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, cousin Fu Ren, but I don't really like being a teacher. Moreover, the major I studied in university is not a normal major."

After being rejected, Song Furen looked slightly unhappy. He felt that he was giving Hong Yu a chance, but in the end, this guy didn't know how to appreciate him.

But on the surface, he still forced a smile and said, "Cousin Xiaoyu, do you think the salary is low?"

"For the sake of my relatives, I gave you an extra five hundred. For everyone else, I gave you two thousand five."

"Also, don't think that if you work outside after graduation, the salary will be very high. There are too many college students now, and the involution is very serious. Most of them earn salaries of three to five thousand."

"If you follow my cousin, can I treat you badly?"

"Don't look at the three thousand now. As long as you have the skills, it might be thirty thousand in the future. Our organization has only been established for three years, and the salary of some old employees is more than twenty thousand."

At the end of the conversation, Song Furen began to draw the pie.

In fact, the maximum salary of teachers in his institution does not exceed 10,000.

But how did Song Furen know that the big cake drawn in his mouth was not enough for Hong Yu to stuff between his teeth?

Hong Yu has tens of millions of funds in hand, but he can still care about a salary of 30,000 yuan. Even if he puts it in the bank and earns interest, it is more than 30,000 yuan a month.

Hong Yu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Cousin Furen, it's not about money. I still like to do something of my own."

After being rejected again, Song Furen's face became a little uneasy, and he said angrily:

"In that case, I won't force my cousin Xiaoyu to do anything. I'll just graduate and be unable to find a job, but I won't ask him to come to our house."

"Don't worry, cousin Furen, it won't happen." Hong Yu smiled lightly.

"Haha, cousin Xiaoyu is still very ambitious!" Song Furen said with a fake smile.

Listening to the atmosphere of the conversation becoming more and more uncomfortable, the old man Song Wenbing said:

"Okay, don't say anything anymore. Let's go to the hotel quickly. Otherwise, when the guests arrive, we, as hosts, will not be present. That would be bad."

"Yes, grandpa, let's go now."

Song Furen nodded.

Afterwards, the group of people walked out of the corridor.

Walking out of the unit building, there was a black Mercedes-Benz C-class AMG parked at the door.

Song Furen took out the key and pressed the unlock button, making a beeping sound.

"Grandpa, dad, mom, get in the car."

Song Furen said with his head held high.

He just bought this car yesterday, and it cost a total of more than 700,000 to cover the road. Although he only paid a down payment of 300,000, he felt much more confident and walked with confidence.

"Fu Jen, is this Mercedes-Benz yours?"

Song Wenbing asked in surprise.

Song Furen nodded: "Yes, Grandpa."

When Song Yifei and Sun Shangfei heard that the car belonged to their son, they both looked at their son and asked a series of questions: "Fu Ren, when did you buy this car? Why didn't you tell us? How much did it cost? It's not cheap, right?

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Song Furen shrugged and said with a smile: "I just bought it yesterday. It doesn't cost much, only about 700,000 yuan."

When he said this, he glanced at Hong Yu deliberately, "This car is something you will never be able to afford in your life."

"More than seven hundred thousand, isn't that much?"

Sun Shangxiang opened his mouth in shock.

Song Furen smiled and said: "Mom, you are making too much fuss. It is more than one million yuan expensive. This is a mid-range car for me. When I make money in the future, I plan to change it to a better one."

Sun Shangxiang curled his lips, "I don't know much about cars. Anyway, I think more than seven hundred thousand is very expensive."

"Cousin Changshou, cousin Xiulian, do you think so?"

Sun Shangxiang deliberately asked Hong Changshou and Hong Xiulian, and there was an element of showing off in his words. Look, my son is so awesome that he can buy a car worth more than 700,000 yuan.

Hong Changshou smiled and said: "It is indeed quite expensive. We ordinary people can drive a car worth 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, which is pretty good."

Song Furen smiled and said: "Cousin Changshou, please don't say that. Your Xiaoyu is a famous college student and has great ambitions. He doesn't even look at a salary of several thousand yuan. In the future, he may be able to drive a car like me."

car."

After hearing this, Hong Yu only felt funny in his heart.

The Mercedes-Benz S-Class AMG I drive now costs more than 3 million. It is a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz and is countless times better than Song Furen's car.

But he didn't bother to show off anything.

In the final analysis, he and Song Furen were not on the same level at all.

Have you ever seen a doctoral student who is better at math than a primary school student?

If there is a real comparison, it only shows that the IQ of this doctoral student is not that high.

Hong Changshou was about to say that my Xiaoyu also bought a Mercedes-Benz, but the price might not be very high.

Because last time he asked Hong Yu the price, Hong Yu just said more than three hundred thousand.
To be continued...