In the room late at night, Song Yunhan and Song Zixuan chatted for a long time, and even forgot about the time.

This time, the two of them were obviously much more relaxed than the last time. Not only was they less embarrassed, but they often laughed a few times in the room.

"Zixuan, I'm really happy to see you like this. You have really grown up." Song Yunhan said.

Song Zixuan took a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, and said, "There is no way. The situation is forced to do what if I don't do this?"

Song Yunhan nodded: "You have suffered, my child, but I am really relieved that you are so outstanding now."

"I'm also relieved. At least I'm full now, my mother doesn't have to work anymore," said Song Zixuan, picking up his phone and looking at it. "It's already past twelve o'clock. Will I affect your rest?"

Song Yunhan smiled and shook his head: "You feel much more comfortable in my mood. Please sit for a while. I'll ask Zheng Yu to take you back."

Song Zixuan didn't say anything, as he was accusation.

"That yellow hair... Zixuan, what are you planning?" Song Yunhan said.

"Haha, you have to talk about anything with money. If I am richer than Huangfa, maybe anyone will take the No. 1 seat in the catering industry in Dumen City." Song Zixuan chuckled.

Song Yunhan smiled and nodded, looking at Song Zixuan's confidence, it seemed that he had seen himself during the development period, and seemed to take nothing seriously.

"It may not be that simple. Huang Fa's financial resources are not something you can imagine. In addition to money, you also need connections to gain a foothold in this world, which is the so-called relationship network. Zixuan, you have to build it."

"Relationship Network? What are you referring to the official relationship?" Song Zixuan asked.

"There are both official and private. He is very familiar with the health department, and the people from the catering association also give him face and private matters... His status in the underground world of Dumen is above Ke Saner and Cheng Ba, and when you were in Yanjing, I heard of his name."

Song Yunhan said, lit another cigarette, as if his son had arrived today and he had broken the precepts.

"This is...but now it is a society ruled by law, so how dare they do it?"

"Hahaha, you are still too young, but I tell you now that it is better than you will be in trouble in the future."

"Ah? Tell me, come on, tell me again." Song Zixuan said with a curious look on his face.

Although he did not admit it, the person on the other side was his own father after all. The innate impoliteness in this aspect was also reflected in Song Zixuan.

"If he really wants to do something, I think he can do it without leaving any trace. With his identity, even if something happens, someone will definitely carry the thunder for him."

Song Zixuan understood this sentence. In the underground world, if something really happens, I won’t take care of it? And sometimes the official will not investigate it even if he knows it. After all, the relationship network here is too complicated.

"So, in terms of personal affairs, there are people who can do things for him and those who carry thunder for him. To put it bluntly, he is my younger brother."

Song Zixuan nodded: "That's right, I understand this."

"As for official positions, he can find law enforcement officers in catering to check your hotel. It is found that you cannot open it. If there is a problem with his own store, he may be settled in a few words."

Song Zixuan couldn't help but frown: "Why? Officials are all fools? At his mercy? Or will he give gifts?"

Speaking of this, Song Zixuan showed some disdain. After all, he was a newborn calf and looked down on those behaviors of giving gifts and leaving the back door.

Song Yunhan could naturally see what Song Zixuan was thinking and smiled: "This is a social rule, and it is also a rule in the martial arts world. China has been like this since ancient times, so there is no need to disdain."

Although Song Zixuan was not convinced of the so-called rules and rules, he seemed to have nothing to say about reality, and finally nodded. "Zixuan, sometimes they have relationships that are not as simple as giving gifts, and you may have to learn in the future."

"study?"

"That's right, even if you don't want to be stronger, you have to protect yourself. Sometimes... some people can kill someone with just one word."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan's expression became serious: "What's happening in the underground world?"

"Not only that, the official is the same. If Huang Hai wants to mess with you and just need to make something to frame you, then you may lose your freedom in the next few years or even longer."

Song Yunhan's words were very simple and direct at this time. He understood that he had not had much time and some things should be taught to Song Zixuan in the most violent and easy-to-understand way.

"So I also have to build a network of relationships with both the officials and the private sectors, so that even if I don't attack, I will at least have a defensive ability." Song Zixuan said.

"You understand very well, but you also have to learn to use these networks. This is not only about giving gifts, but sometimes you have to help them, but also ask them to help you. This help... can you understand?" Song Yunhan said.

Song Zixuan nodded: "It is the value of the other party. You mean to use each other. If such a relationship lasts for a long time, you can't tell who owe more. If you use it again... you will have no scruples."

"Zixuan, you are smarter than I thought. I think if I could live for a long time, I would help you handle these things well, but...haha, in short, I believe you can do it very well."

Song Zixuan felt heavy again when he heard this. He exhaled: "It's nothing. It's already very useful to tell me these things. At least my attitude may change."

After chatting for a few more words, Song Zixuan got up and left. After all, Song Yunhan is weak now and it is impossible for him to endure it like this.

However, Song Zixuan inexplicably felt that he was still unsatisfied. At least in his experience, except for Mr. Fang who taught him some truths, this was the first time.

Moreover... Song Yunhan's words were more specific and targeted, which made Song Zixuan, who was already curious about this world, even more motivated.

Walking out of the elevator, Song Zixuan walked towards the hotel gate, but after walking a few steps, he heard a sound coming from behind him.

"Song Zixuan!"

Song Zixuan turned his head and looked at it, and Zhou Peng was trotting and following him.

This surprised him a little. He didn't expect to meet Zhou Peng at this Kaiwo Hotel.

"What a coincidence, I can meet you here, Song Zixuan, why are you here?" Zhou Peng said with a smile.

But by chance, only he himself knew that he had been waiting here for nearly two hours. He had actually wanted to give up when he was tired. Who would have thought that Song Zixuan would come out of the elevator at this time?

"Nothing, what's wrong? What are you doing?" Song Zixuan said casually and continued to walk outside.

"I... I came to meet a friend just now, haha, where are you?" Zhou Peng said to Song Zixuan.

"Me too."

Zhou Peng followed two steps and said, "Haha, that's a coincidence. This Kaiwo is a five-star rating. Your friend must be not simple, right? Are you here to discuss business today?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan stopped: "What do you want to say?"

"Ah? No, nothing, just ask casually. How many days have you left Dashidai? Is it okay recently?"

"Yeah, make do."

Zhou Peng was so angry that he thought to himself, and he thought, "What awesome are you? Don't you know how to make fried rice?"

Standing there and thinking for a while, Zhou Peng said, "Oh, by the way, I heard you know someone named He Yankai?"

The reason why Zhou Peng said this was to make more words with Song Zixuan and wanted to see what this kid had done with Dashidai.

After all, after Song Zixuan left, Zhou Peng really did a lot of work. Although Dashi Dai posted the emperor fried rice removed from the shelves, there were still people coming to order every day, and some even quarreled in the store.

However, when Song Zixuan heard this, he ignored it. Zheng Yu also walked to the door and said, "Mr. Song, here."

"My friend is here and gone."

After saying that, Song Zixuan walked out of the hotel and got into Zheng Yu's car directly.

Watching the black Mercedes-Benz sedan leave, Zhou Peng took a breath: "Okay, you're riding in Mercedes-Benz, haha, no wonder you're so arrogant when you speak. You're waiting, sooner or later, there's time for you to get diarrhea!"

When she got home that night, Song Zixuan took a few bites and then fell asleep. Although she didn't stir-fry many portions of rice on that day, she was really tired.

The words Song Yunhan said to him alone were enough for him to digest for a while.

The next morning, Song Zixuan went to Facai Hotel. Just like before in Dashidai, he went very early, after all, he never liked to be late.

Just like the day before, the business of Facai Hotel was very average, until one pm, only a few tables of guests.

Moreover, if the Emperor Fried Rice was not sold today, the flow of water seemed even less.

However, Song Zixuan was not in a hurry. After all, Facai Hotel has only opened for a while, so it is impossible to become popular all of a sudden. Moreover, the importance of dinner is greater than that of lunch.

Facai Hotel is not fast food, so it is normal for the traffic at noon to be large. However, at night, people living nearby may have some family gatherings, and the traffic should increase.

Just as he was sitting at the table, he heard the waiter Yang Gang say, "Old beggars, who asked you to come in? Go out!"

"Brother, I want to buy some wine."

Song Zixuan turned around and saw an old man in tattered clothes standing in front of the door.

The old man's hair was completely white and messy, and his body was covered with oil stains and there were more than a dozen cracks on his cotton jacket. It was probably that the cotton inside was almost gone.

The brown cotton pants looked extremely bulky on the legs, and the earthy color and mud marks on it almost changed the color of the pants.

"Buy wine? Which kind of wine do you buy? Don't come in, I'll take it for you."

"Thank you, brother, I'll just buy cheap ones." The old man's face was very kind as he spoke, but he looked a bit desolate.

Yang Gang walked to the counter, pointed to the wine jar and said, "This is the cheapest one, three dollars a cup."

The old man nodded: "Okay, just let it..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Gang handed over the wine: "Three pieces!"

"That... brother, can you owe it? I just bought a sesame cake when I was hungry and it was gone in my pocket."

"I, Cao? Are you playing with me? I'll beat you..."

As he said that, Yang Gang swung his fist, which scared the old man so much that he quickly bent his body and placed his hands in front of him to cover it.

The waiters on the side laughed when they saw this.

However, the fist was clenched by one hand before it was swung down. Yang Gang turned his head and saw that it was Song Zixuan.

"Second Master, he..." Because Lei Zi called Er Master, the people in the Facai Hotel shouted like this.

Song Zixuan nodded, then waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, go."

After saying that, Song Zixuan squatted down until he looked straight with the old man, and said, "Old man, our store cannot be on credit."

The old man said with a shame: "I...I can't do anything about it either. I just spent the money, but the wine bug in my stomach started to scream."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll make an example for you, you can take it first."
Chapter completed!