That morning, Song Sanxi went to Nanshan Club alone.
The Spring Festival Cup, the final game, still has to be played.
Won the championship easily.
The commentators and live broadcasts were full of praise and flattery.
Song Sanxi, in the live broadcast, calmly went on stage to receive the award.
The organizer also asked him how he would choose to distribute the prize, whether by check, cash, or transfer.
Song Sanxi thought for a moment, took out a note, handed it over, and said, "Pay it to my wife's bank card. This is her account number."
At this moment, the scene was shocked.
The host laughed and said, "It seems that Mr. Song is really a man who loves his wife! Your wife must be a happy woman!"
Song Sanxi smiled slightly, "I hope she can be happy forever. Money can't mean anything, but it can also mean something. Thank you to my family and friends for their tolerance and support. Thank you to everyone present for their attention and encouragement to me.
Thanks!"
He bowed calmly and left gracefully amid applause.
Su Youqing, who was watching the live broadcast at home, had tears in her eyes.
Sister, have you seen that your husband has really changed now?
Money, indeed, cannot represent anything, but it can also explain something.
Song Sanxi, you are right.
Su Yourong, who was far away in the provincial capital, was deeply moved while watching the live broadcast.
This guy really gave me two million?
Oh, he said that his money is mine, and he still fulfilled it?
That’s two million!
Su Yourong was a little excited.
Then, the phone call came.
"Song Sanxi, do you keep your word?"
"You don't mean what you say, are you a man?"
"When I receive the payment notification, I will really believe you."
"From now on, you can choose to believe me at any time. I am working hard to fulfill my promise..."
"You... forget it, I'm busy."
Su Yourong remembered what he had said and wanted to say that she would get divorced if she made one billion, right?
But she didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
Could it be that, apart from feeling guilty and making amends for me, he has no feelings at all?
Has his heart become stone?
Can he really tolerate his illness?
Su Yourong, I don’t believe it!
Su Youqing also called to congratulate Song Sanxi on winning the championship.
"Sanxi, I'm very happy to see you so kind and tolerant. From now on, you two must live a good life. With so much money, you can live a good life. I hope you will always be like this, how wonderful!"
"Sister, I will only do better."
"From now on, wherever there is a golf competition, you should go and join it! Only now do I know how profitable it is to play in this competition! Hee hee..."
"If I go too far, I will miss home, so I won't go around to compete. Money can be earned no matter what."
"Ah, you... If you have an opportunity to make a lot of money, you should seize it! Those who go abroad to work don't miss home?"
"But I will miss someone's unborn son, my godson. Before he was born, I thought he was conceived safely, right under my nose..."
"You...sigh..."
Su Youqing sighed with emotion and said, "Then you should make more money, for the sake of being a godson! You are not a good godfather!"
"It's not easy, but it has to be. If someone feels sorry for me, he has to treat me to wine and meat..."
"Haha!" Su Youqing smiled, "Are you coming back for lunch? I'm going to buy groceries..."
"No, there's still something to do, take care of yourself..."
"oh……"
After the call ended, a large number of reporters came over to take photos, conduct interviews and so on.
There are also many businesses and manufacturers who come around and ask for endorsements and so on.
Even the manager of Nanshan Club came over and asked for endorsement with a smile.
Song Sanxi dealt with it calmly and then returned to the car.
A phone call to Qian Yonghong to discuss the transfer of the villa.
Qian Yonghong was so worried that he had no choice but to do anything.
He could only agree and didn't want to delay.
Zhonghai is a place that is willing to accept defeat.
In particular, Cui Yongnian, the son of the Cui family, served as an intermediary witness.
There is no benefit in procrastinating or cheating.
Qian Yonghong turned to call Huang Changyong, told him the situation, and asked him: "Are the things ready?"
Huang Changyong sneered and said: "Don't worry, I don't have any other options, so it's all in vain."
"That's good. In the afternoon, Hui Shao and I will go to the house and give him the things by the way."
"May this grandson be saved from all calamity! If you beat me, there will be no good end, huh..."
Near noon, Song Sanxi arrived at Euro Brazilian Restaurant.
Instead of sitting in a private room, go directly to the kitchen.
He and Cui Yongnian cooked a simple Western-style meal together. The technique, style, and aroma were all outstanding.
Then, the two drank high-end red wine and enjoyed lunch together.
Cui Yongnian raised the cup and said that he had watched the finals live and played well. He congratulated the Sanxi brothers for winning the championship and winning two villas.
Song Sanxi expressed her gratitude, clinked glasses and said: "In the afternoon, I am going to transfer the ownership of the villa. If you win the villa, you will make a profit. There are two sets, Brother Cui, you choose one! I want Qian Yonghong, or
Wang Hui’s, casual.”
Cui Yongnian was startled and laughed, "That's all, Brother Sanxi, I'll take it from you, Lao Cui. Keep the villa well. Besides, is Cui Yongnian someone who lacks a house to live in?"
"Brother Cui, you...make me so embarrassed!"
"Wherever, when we have time, let's compare our cooking skills and go fishing or something. Real brothers, let's enjoy life together and don't talk about money!"
"Well, Brother Cui is a happy person with good temperament. I respect you."
A lunch that everyone enjoyed.
By the way, Su Youxin's transfer was easily negotiated.
Cui Yongnian said that it was just a matter of one sentence.
Afternoon, three o'clock.
Zhonghai Housing Management Bureau.
Qian Yonghong came alone.
Huang Changyong just paid the price difference between him and Wang Hui, so naturally he wouldn't come.
Wang Hui was too embarrassed to come, so he called a private lawyer.
An hour later, both villas became properties under Song Sanxi's name.
All the keys were handed over to him.
However, Qian Yonghong was cheeky and laughed along, "Brother Sanxi, wait a minute, we have a small matter to discuss?"
Song Sanxi nodded, "What's the matter?"
Qian Yonghong quickly took out two Chinese cigarettes from his newly purchased BMW 750.
He handed it to Song Sanxi with both hands, "Brother Sanxi, this is a special Chinese drink that ordinary people can't smoke. Wang Hui's father went to Yanjing for a meeting and visited an old man. The old man gave it to him before he left. Haha, take it and smoke it."
Song Sanxi took the cigarette, looked Qian Yonghong up and down, and said with a smile: "Why are you worried about such a good cigarette?"
"Haha, where is it..." Qian Yonghong is a thief, but his heart is not empty, and his behavior is very natural, "Master Hui and I still have some mahogany furniture in the villa, and we want to move some out. So, use cigarettes to ask for a favor, Sanxi
brother."
"Oh, okay. Each of you can take a key and move if you want!"
"Okay, thank you Brother Sanxi, we will move in the afternoon. When we are done, leave the key with the doorman. This cigarette is very good to smoke. It is always very exciting. You smoke it. Come back, Mr. Hui has some over there. I will give you another
Get two."
"Okay, thanks."
Holding the key, Qian Yonghong was secretly excited and withdrew.
He thought to himself, grandson, if you dare to smoke this cigarette, you will really be doomed...