Urban Invincible Cultivation

Chapter 198 Purpose
Song Guolong frowned, his face a little ugly.

contempt.

Song Wuji's contempt for him is simply Chi Guoguo!

As an elder, he can't get close to Song Wuji, and it's still at his banquet, so it's simply not giving him face.

Lin Hao was a little surprised. It seemed that the situation of the Song family was much more complicated than what he knew in his previous life.

"What's the air?" Nangong Wan'er snorted coldly, she couldn't understand Song Wuji's proud appearance.

"Wan'er, don't be convinced. Although I don't like him very much, his status in the Song family is not low. He is the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Song family." Nangong Lin said with a smile.

"Outstanding, how outstanding is Lin Hao?" Nangong Wan'er rolled her eyes. In her opinion, Lin Hao is already outstanding.

Nan Gonglin shook his head slightly.

Lin Hao, no matter how you look at it, he is not as good as Song Wuji, but he didn't say it out loud, after all, he is considered a friend, and he can't dampen the confidence of young people.

Song Wuji was defiant, and walked straight into the hotel, watching and sizing up as he walked.

His bodyguards occupy every corner of the hotel, as well as the door.

People outside the door couldn't get in, while those inside the door were directly driven out by his bodyguards.

Song Guolong's face was extremely dark.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Song Wuji's gourd.

"Wuji, today is my birthday party. Do you want to let the guests come in first?" Song Guolong asked cautiously.

"Uncle Guolong, did you go to Binhai two days ago?" Song Wuji didn't answer Song Guolong's words, but found a chair and sat down.

Song Guolong wanted to sit down, but the chair under his feet was pulled away by the middle-aged man behind him.

Song Guolong frowned, very unhappy.

However, Song Wuji still didn't express anything, just smiled and stood against him.

It seemed that Song Guolong was not allowed to sit down in front of him.

"Wuji, no matter what I say, I am also your elder. If you are like this, if people outside see me, I will be laughed at in the future. It doesn't matter if I am laughed at, our Song family..."

"Uncle Guolong." Song Wuji interrupted him, "Didn't you hear my question?"

"Yes, I have been." Song Guolong replied angrily.

"Then do you know that just a few days ago, a major event happened in our Song family. The family's treasure...was lost." Song Wuji said slowly.

Song Guolong was startled.

A treasure?

His head was full of question marks.

"What treasure?"

"Uncle Guolong, stop joking, what else can be called a treasure by the Song family?" Song Wuji asked calmly.

All of a sudden, Song Guolong's face changed.

Something that can be called a treasure by the Song family.

Since his grandfather's generation, there has been only one.

cold front!

One of the Seven Spiritual Weapons of China!

"Wuji, what do you mean?" Song Guolong suddenly felt a conspiracy covering him, "You mean I stole it? How is it possible, Wuji, I have no chance to get close to it!"

The cold front is lost.

This is a big deal.

Big deal!

If it was really stolen by someone, the person who stole it is enough to die a thousand times, ten thousand times!

He can't bear this crime.

"Well, of course I know it's not you, you have no chance to approach him at all." Song Wuji said with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Guolong was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Song Wuji said, "The person who stole it is my grandfather's servant, Song Decai."

"Uncle Guolong, do you know him well?"

Suddenly, Song Guolong froze.

Hands began to tremble.

"A week ago, there was an extra 5000 million in Song Decai's bank card. Uncle Guolong is very clear about the source of this money, right?"

"I……"

"Uncle Guolong, although Song Decai has found it, the treasure in the family has not been recovered. Not only has the treasure not been recovered, Song Decai is dead." Song Wuji stared at Song Guolong meaningfully, "It doesn't matter if a person dies, the key is the treasure ah."

Song Guolong hastily explained: "Wuji, you trust me, it's definitely not me, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't dare to steal something from the house, the 5000 million, I just want him to say something nice to me in front of the owner, you know... ..."

"stop!"

Song Wuji interrupted Song Guolong again: "Uncle Guolong, grandpa has entrusted me with this matter. It doesn't matter whether you dare to steal it or not. It doesn't matter whether you stole it or not. The important thing is that I say you If it’s related to this matter, then it’s related, understand?”

Song Guolong was startled.

I just felt a light flash in my mind.

Immediately, he wanted to understand the key.

Song Decai is the grandfather of Song Wuji, who is also a big celebrity next to the current patriarch, and the Song family has many children who are not valued like Song Guolong.

Therefore, in recent years, Song Decai has made a lot of money because he is a big celebrity.

That guy is greedy.

Song Guolong must not be the only one who sent money to him within a week.

Song Wuji understood this point better, Song Guolong would never play Han Feng's idea.

However, the former just came to him.

"Alas..." Song Wuji sighed, "Uncle Guolong, you and I don't communicate much, but you know, my grandfather is the head of the family, and Han Feng lost, he is the most responsible, and even alarmed the ancestor."

"The ancestor almost beat my grandfather to death. This is not good. I have to clean up his grievances, you know?"

"Wuji, what exactly do you want?" The moment Song Guolong wanted to understand, he knew that Song Wuji had other purposes.

"Here is a contract, you should sign it. After you sign it, Han Feng will have nothing to do with you."

Behind him, the middle-aged man took out a contract from his briefcase. The contract was very thick, a full five centimeters in length.

Everything is under control, and as expected, Song Wuji smiled and said: "Just need to sign a few words, well, I won't disturb you, and you can continue to hold your banquet."

"Impossible." After taking over the contract and glancing at it, Song Guolong's face changed on the spot, turning red, as if he was drunk, and threw the contract on the table, "Song Wuji, you are driving me to my death force!"

"That's right." Song Wuji said indifferently, "I'm just forcing you to die, but if you don't sign, your whole family will die."

"Think about your eight-year-old son, hey, you don't think anyone knows he exists?"

As he spoke, Song Wuji waved his hand, and the middle-aged man behind him took out a mobile phone and clicked on a video.

"Come on, Qiuqiu, uncle will help you record a video, send it to your father, and share your happiness with him."

The voice of the person who recorded the video came out, and then the screen changed, and an eight-year-old boy appeared on the screen, and he said happily: "Daddy, this uncle brought me to Disney today. It's fun. I'll wait for you here. When are you coming together?"

The child in the picture is somewhat similar to Song Guolong. It looks lively and cute, with a pair of eyes that are also extremely agile.

But, just for a moment, the screen went black.

"How about it, Uncle Guolong, this is your only hidden child who is still studying abroad, but it took me a lot of effort to find it."

[There will be another chapter later, but it is a bit late, you can read it tomorrow]

(End of this chapter)