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Chapter 115 The Sky Has Fallen for the Second Son of the Song Family

Song Qi nodded in agreement. Although he still had some doubts, since Tianpei had said so, the deal was probably going to go through.

Besides, the place has already been rented, so let's give it a try and see if it works out.

"When are you opening? I'd like to plan ahead," Song Qi asked.

Gu Tianpei looked at Song Youan, who quickly said, "Brother Tianpei said they are still recruiting. Everyone has their own expertise, and there aren't many people who understand luxury cars, so it's not easy to recruit them."

“Yes.” Gu Tianpei nodded in agreement. “Uncle, isn’t your auto repair shop supposed to last until National Day? I’ll let you know when I get any news. I’ll do it as soon as possible.”

"Alright, we're family, and you've already asked your uncle, so I'll come and help you. I was just worried about how hard it is to find a job."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tianpei and Song Youan exchanged a smile: "Thank you, Uncle. With you here, I can rest easy. I don't trust outsiders to manage things."

After settling things with her father, Song Youan had a rare period of leisure. She would visit Yuanbao and the others in Dazhao and chat with Zhu Ling.

Or he would go home to visit his father and have a meal with Mu Zi and Chi Yu.

Until this day, the sky fell for Song Feng, the second son of the Song family.

In a nearly 300-square-meter house in an upscale residential area, an old woman was sitting on the living room sofa, crying and wailing.

"What should we do, my son!"

"How could you fall for someone's tricks? You're so foolish! This is terrible!"

The screaming gave the old man a headache, and he couldn't help but scold in a low voice, "Stop howling! Now you realize you've been fooled? Where were you before?"

The old woman cried and said, "Why are you yelling at me? Your son was cheated out of so much money, you don't care but I do!"

"You're still upset?" the old man glared and said, "If you hadn't encouraged the third son to sell his house to give him the money, he would have lost less. It really proves what the eldest son said: you've ruined the third son and the second son!"

"Oh dear, it's all my fault, it's all my fault as a mother." The old lady kicked her legs and cried out again upon hearing this.

Song Feng sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another, while Guo Wanfang sat beside him with red and swollen eyes, having already cried all her tears last night.

"Stop crying, Mom. What's the use of crying?" Song Feng said impatiently. "You have to find a way to help me."

The old woman's voice stopped abruptly. She turned to her son and yelled, "You still want your mother's help? Haven't I helped you enough? I'm helping you get scammed!"

"You have to put in a good word for me when my older brother gets here." Song Feng looked miserable. "I've been swindled out of all my cash flow, and I've mortgaged my house. All I have left is my company. If I can't even keep the company, I'm doomed!"

Guo Wanfang pleaded, "Yes, Mom, you have to help our second son. As long as the company is still around, we have hope of turning things around. Please let our eldest brother give us money to help our second son get through this difficult time. We promise to listen to our eldest brother from now on and not cause any more trouble."

Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell rang. The old man sighed and got up to open the door.

Song Yan stood outside the door with a cold expression, followed by Song Huanyu, who had come to join in the fun.

"You've finally arrived, crying and wailing," the old man said to his eldest son.

Song Yan didn't reply, but put on his shoes and went into the house. The living room was filled with a strong smell of smoke. He immediately saw the group sitting on the sofa with their heads down.

"Should!"

Song Yan spoke with an air of having expected this all along: "I knew this day would come. Go ahead and cause trouble, cause as much trouble as you want!"

The old man patted Song Yan on the shoulder and shook his head: "Alright, stop scolding. Your brother is feeling bad too."

The old lady wiped away her tears and said, "Eldest son, what are we going to do? He's been swindled out of tens of millions! How is the second son supposed to live?" Although she said she wouldn't help, her tone was still subtly trying to get the eldest son to help his younger brother.

The leader snorted coldly: "If you have a plan, try it; if you don't, you're dead. What else can you do?"

Song Feng looked up with red eyes: "Big brother, are you really not going to help me? All the little I've accumulated over the years is gone, all I have left is the company. If you don't give me a hand, I really have no hope."

"Did you listen when I advised you?" Song Yan glared at his younger brother and scolded, "Why do you think you're in this situation today? It's all because I pointed you in the right direction. Do you really think you have that ability?"

Song Feng's lips trembled, as if he couldn't hold back his tears.

He was filled with regret. If he had asked his older brother for his opinion from the beginning, he certainly wouldn't have been fooled.

Song Yan cursed a couple of times but knew it was useless. Now that all the money had been swindled away, he still had to deal with the family matters.

His parents are getting old, and the family can only rely on him as the eldest brother.

"Did you call the police?"

Guo Wanfang nodded: "I reported it immediately, but the police said it was an overseas fraud. Although the amount is huge, the chances of recovering it are slim. They said sob sob sob..."

Guo Wanfang couldn't finish her sentence and covered her face, bursting into tears.

Song Yan took a deep breath after hearing this. Overseas scams are all the same old tricks. The second son actually managed to swindle all his family's assets in one go. He was incredibly stupid.

"You actually fell for such a low-level scam? What am I supposed to say to you? Huh?"

As he spoke, he glanced around the house and realized that his third brother hadn't come.

"Didn't you call the third brother? How could you not tell him about something so important?"

The old lady said, "Why tell him? When we asked for the house, he said he wouldn't come back and didn't recognize us as his family anymore."

Song Yan laughed in anger: "The third brother is smart. He didn't listen to you guys and take out a mortgage loan. Otherwise, with a debt of several million on his shoulders, how many cars would he have to repair to pay it off in the rest of his life?"

Song Feng looked up and glared at him: "Was the third brother doing this on purpose? He handed over the house to me so readily, just to watch me get scammed, wasn't he? He knew I was going to be scammed!"

"Shut up!" Song Yan grabbed a tissue box from the side and threw it, hitting Song Feng directly on the head. "He gave you his own house and got scammed? Do you think Lao San is as stupid as you?"

The old man nodded: "That's right, this can't be done."

Song Yan took out his phone and dialed Song Qi's number.

Song Qi was having a French meal with his daughter outside. Song You'an, who rarely had a moment of leisure, insisted on taking her father out for some fun. They had just finished watching a movie that afternoon and were ordering food at the restaurant.

Song Qi frowned as he looked at the caller ID, then said to his daughter, "Your uncle."

Song Youan was taken aback, wondering if her uncle would tell her father that she had tens of millions.

"Give it to me, I'll take it."

Song Youan snatched the phone and swiped right to answer before her father could speak: "Hello."

Hearing a woman's voice, Song Yan was startled and tentatively asked, "Who are you? Where is Song Qi?"

“I am his daughter.” Song Youan asked calmly, “What does my uncle want with my father?”