Today, the Song Clan's Presbyterian Church is destined to be very lively. Since the first Presbyterian Council was held, even during a great funeral, the Presbyterian Council has been held without fail.
The elders are noisy, and they are not all idiots who only talk and do nothing. They quarrel at the meeting and conspire at the meeting. Over the past few days, they have actually reached a lot of private discussions. Many secret discussions have also come to an end.
It was moved to the table and fixed in a consensus among the elders.
Among the ten issues that were discussed, eight were to carve up the interests of the Song clan's various industries. The main targets for carving up were the industries that used to be shared within the clan, and many of them were divided into various houses under various names.
Each family. And others are aimed at the eldest son of Song Zhongnian.
Song Zhongnian has been the head of the family for many years, and the eldest family will benefit more or less from this. In terms of industrial interests, it is still far superior to other families. Especially after Song Zhongcheng was removed from the position of chief elder, he was the only one who could compete with the eldest family.
The ones that fell gradually declined.
But once Mrs. Anguo left, the situation was different. On the matter of deposing Song Zhongnian from the position of head of the family, all families reached an astonishing consensus. Therefore, when it came time to discuss the matter, there were often only Song Zhongnian and a few
One of the elders of his own party objected, and the rest of the elders rose up in unison, with the majority overwhelming the minority, and the matter was settled.
Such things happened often, and Song Zhongnian was naturally very angry, and later he rarely went to the Presbyterian Church. As soon as he did not come forward, the elders naturally became more arrogant, and even took the initiative to focus on the long-fang's inherent property, shouting
The slogan is "equalize the rich and the poor".
They said confidently: "We are all descendants of the Song family, why does your eldest brother only have so much property?"
When talking about the total amount of this industry, the elders naturally never mention the number of people supported by the eldest brother, the family education, social interaction, support for distant relatives and other expenses that are maintained by the clan leader according to ancestral tradition.
This fallacy was taken seriously as truth. After all, Song Zhongnian was well-educated and wanted to save face. He couldn't be like a big kitchen going to the market to buy things.
Finally, he was so angry that he walked away.
Collegial discussions were reached one after another, and the elders seized all the time to allocate assets and arrange people. After some people got the rights they had been coveting for a long time, they did not care that the mourning period had not passed, and were even on their way to other places to take up posts.
Although the real divisions are basically public property within the clan, the direct line of the Song clan and many of its branches have lived together for generations. The internal and external expenses of public facilities such as roads and energy towers, as well as private armies and mercenaries, all depend on the public property.
The income of the family. As for the distribution of public property income, the family head has always decided the general direction. If the elders clearly divide the public property, it is equivalent to reducing Song Zhongnian's authority.
When Song Zining and Qianye walked into the conference hall, the elders were starting a new agenda for the day.
"There are thirty-two shops on the West Continent, and 60% of the annual income goes to Four Fangs, and the rest is divided equally between Three and Nine Fangs. The owners of the shops are from Four Fangs. Do you, the elders, have any objections to this proposal?
"Second."
"No objection."
"Fourth-bedroom apartment, should we treat you tonight?"
A chubby old man stood up, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "You should, you should! I'm the host tonight, and everyone is here! If you don't come, you're looking down on our four bedrooms!"
All the elders laughed and agreed one after another.
At this moment, a cold voice came from the door: "I just look down on the fourth room, so what can I do?"
The entire Presbyterian Church fell silent instantly. The fat elder had an angry look on his face. He looked towards the direction from which the sound came, but his expression suddenly changed and he said in a voiceless voice: "Zi Ning, why are you here?"
Song Zining has gained quite a reputation in recent years, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Although many elders still have an impression of him from the Song clan exam a few years ago, they have heard more or less about his deeds, and they also know that the Song clan is now
Among the younger generation, no one can compare.
The people around Song Zining looked familiar to many people. That face that was too beautiful to look like a human being was really impressive and unforgettable.
At that moment, an elder pointed at Qianye and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are..."
Qianye smiled and said: "My dear, Ye Qian, please don't make any mistakes."
Immediately, an elder looked angry and shouted: "You dare to come here, do you know what kind of place this is?"
Qianye said calmly: "Where is this place? It's not a dragon's pond or a tiger's den anyway, it's neither a bloody battlefield, nor a city that won't fall. I can come and leave when I want, so why should I care what kind of place this is?"
The elder was so angry that his whole body trembled, and said: "How arrogant! Aren't you afraid that I will send someone to take you down with my order?"
Qianye stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes like lightning, and he scanned around the room. He suddenly burst into laughter and said: "You don't even have a god general, but you want to take me down? I'm not telling you, just with the cultivation of everyone here,
On the battlefield, they are all rubbish."
"Arrogant!"
"Damn it!"
"Where are you from? Ignorant young man, why don't you get out of here!"
Amidst the scolding, Qianye remained unmoved and just stood at the door. The elders scolded each other, but no one dared to come within three meters of Qianye. They all hid in the crowd and scolded at a distance. The front row
He still wanted to shrink back, but later found that he couldn't squeeze into the crowd, so he turned pale and faced Qianye, but he didn't dare to say a word.
These few people were still cursing secretly in their hearts, but they were not scolding Qianye, but the people behind them. Just when they wanted to retreat, there were many hands behind them pushing and shoving them out.
Seeing this scene, Qianye thought thoughtfully and said to Song Zining: "It seems that my reputation is quite scary?"
Song Zining rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "What's so proud about this?"
Song Zining walked to the center of the conference room, slapped a stack of collegial documents on the table, and said solemnly: "These are the collegial discussions made by the Presbyterian Council in the past few days. In my opinion, let's burn them here."
This sentence immediately caused the elders to explode. It was their hard work for several days. How could they spit out the meat in their mouths? At that moment, several people jumped out regardless of Qianye's presence.
, pointing at Song Zining and yelling.
Song Zining ignored those people, used the force, and said calmly: "These discussions are all signed by the relevant elders. To put it mildly, it is called irrefutable proof. I said burning it is all for your own good."
His words were not loud, but they suppressed all the noisy sounds, allowing everyone to hear them clearly, as if the sound was transmitted to their ears. Many elders were startled and thought to themselves: "This Xiao Qi, what a cultivation level."
It’s already this high?!”
Song Zining has a sixteenth level of Force cultivation, which makes him a truly strong person wherever he is placed. Moreover, he is even more powerful in frontal combat on the battlefield. It can be said that he is almost invincible at the same level. He can definitely suppress him.
In other words, those terrifying super geniuses like Zhao Jundu and Qianye.
"This is the Presbyterian Church, not a place where you can run wild!" said an elder in the crowd, but his voice was not loud, and he shrank his neck and slowed down his tone. The elders echoed, and the arrogance actually subsided a lot.
Song Zining said: "My Gaoling Song family has family laws, and the clan has clan rules. These things that are divided in white and black in the collegial meeting are the public property of the clan that has been recorded. This is a blatant violation of the clan rules, let alone talking about it.
Not in the clan
How can we maintain so many private armies, tens of thousands of mercenaries, and over 100 strong men without public property? We are arrears with their salaries. Elders, do you want to experience what it means to kill people and set fires on a dark, windy night?"
"These are matters that have been decided upon by the elders of the clan, and you don't need to worry about it, Xiao Qi!"
"that is."
"You have nothing to do with the Presbyterian Church! How can a child with a dirty mouth have the right to speak here?"
The elders talked to each other, and the more they talked, the more energetic they became, and more and more people were brave, and gradually they gathered around the conference table.
The coldness in Song Zining's eyes gradually appeared, and he raised his voice and shouted: "You are obviously trying to separate the family by doing this! How can you have the face to meet your ancestors in the next hundred years!"
Some elders hesitated for a moment and looked guilty, while others did not change their expressions and did not care. The meat in their mouths tasted really good, so how could they be willing to spit it out? It would be more difficult to make them spit out the meat than to kill them.
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Song Xiuwen stood up and said angrily: "Xiao Qi! How do you, a junior, have the right to speak on such occasions? Several of those collegial meetings were signed by the head of your family. Do you want to acknowledge them too?"
The head of the eldest family and the head of the Song clan were both Song Zhongnian.
Song Zining flipped through several copies in succession, and sure enough, Song Zhongnian's name was in the signature column of several of them. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "No matter who signed these collegial agreements, would they still have the honor to enter the Song family ancestral hall?
The ancestors just left
, you are busy here dividing the family. There are so many outsiders in the garden! If nothing else, as long as these discussions are spread outside, the Song family will lose face! Do you think that your reputation can be
How good is it?"
Song Zining paused for a moment and said with some self-deprecation: "Now the Song clan has no face left. But since you are all in business, you should know the importance of reputation and credibility. If you are so dishonest and unrighteous, who will be willing to work with you in the future?
Doing business? How much wealth will you have, will it be ruined sooner or later?"
These words were reasonable. Some elders shrank back and felt even more ashamed, but most of them became angry with embarrassment.
Song Xiuwen had already made his mark, so he simply changed his mind and said harshly: "The failure of the family fortune is also in our hands. If we are willing to lose, what can we do? What is decided by the elders' meeting must be implemented! Don't take advantage of our ancestors to make laws.
Speaking of things, even when the laws of the Qin Dynasty were revised, the family laws and family rules were also made by people, and we elders can still change them through consultation!"
Song Zining never expected that he would say such words, and was stunned for a moment.
Qianye had been leaning at the door and looking at everyone, and suddenly said: "Zining, why haven't you seen your grandpa?"
Song Zining smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling a little discouraged, and said, "It's okay not to say anything."
How did the collegial discussions of the clans, which should have been well preserved in the Document Pavilion, end up in the hands of Song Zining? The reason cannot be explained in detail. At this time, Song Zhongnian still shrank and refused to come forward, obviously because he did not want to face the public.
Elder, I plan to throw all the pressure on Song Zining to avoid being such a bad person.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the current situation of the Song clan is a matter of life and death. Once the public property of the clan is divided up by each house, it is impossible for the Song clan to think about it. Under such circumstances, Song Zhongnian still refuses to stand up. It is no wonder that Song Zining is not the only one.
I don’t want to say any more words.
If Song Zhongnian had been tougher earlier, it would have been extremely difficult to keep the family from being downgraded due to his status as Duke of the Kingdom, Prince-in-law and Princess-in-law, but it would not lead to the current situation of falling apart.
When he said this, Qianye understood and said: "Your Song family has been in business for thousands of years, you are really talented!"
Over there, Song Xiuwen had already given up and was in full swing. He was not happy at the moment. He pointed at Qianye's nose and cursed: "Who do you think you are? You dare to make irresponsible remarks against me, the Song clan..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, and Qianye slapped him in the face with a big slap!
The slap was so severe that Song Xiuwen spat out his teeth and flew out in circles, hitting the wall hard. He passed out immediately. He also knocked down several elders on the way, and the conference hall
Suddenly it was a mess.
Several elders pointed at Qianye tremblingly and said: "Our Song family is a place of reason. You, how can you..."
Qianye slowly withdrew his hand, smiled brightly, and said: "I don't have a very good temper. When someone points at me and scolds me, I will usually be unreasonable if I can do it."