"Chief Ye, my surname is Song. If you don't know me, you must have heard of the name Zhao Yuzhen, right?"

Old Ye's expression changed slightly on the spot. He knew that Grandma Chen's name was Zhao Yuzhen, and there should be only a handful of people. He regretted being Jun Ye and answering the phone call.

Jun Ye buried his head in processing the document, and seemed to have not heard him speak.

Mr. Ye immediately made a decision to hang up the phone first, handed over the phone to the accompanying guard, and said, "Everyone said they are boring people, people who are asking for trouble, so you don't need to listen to such calls in the future."

"Oh." The other party quickly took the phone he handed over.

Mr. Ye next said to Jun Ye: "I have handed over my great-grandson to you, and I won't believe you."

"I'm fine if the old leader believes it or not. I'm just a civil servant who does things impartially." Jun Ye still spoke in a cold and out-of-fact tone.

Mr. Ye might have known Jun Ye’s answer that was like this, so he fought back and left with his sleeves.

The old man left the office door, and Jun Ye gently pressed the pen to the eyebrows on his forehead, stretched out his left hand and pressed the landline: "Where is Yao Ke?"

"I've gone to the laboratory." Xu Meilin replied.

Recently, Mr. Yao has to publish papers for the company and has been working in the laboratory every day.

"Is there anything wrong with the Marine Corps? Do you want me to call Yao Ke?" Xu Meilin asked.

Jun Ye pondered for a while and said, "It's okay. Please call Gao Dashang for me."

Gao Dashuai recovered after a second operation. Now he comes here every day to get physical therapy for functional rehabilitation.

Upon receiving the notice, Gao Dashuai walked over from the physiotherapy center.

"What are your instructions?" Gao Dashuai asked in surprise.

Jun Ye hooked his fingers at him, signaled him to approach, and whispered: "Help me find someone and check if Mr. Ye has seen anyone in the past two days."

Gao Dashen was shocked. How many lives would he have to follow Mr. Ye!

If Mr. Ye catches him directly, his skin will not be enough to peel it.

"Just just see where he goes, don't follow him." Jun Ye said.

"June, are you getting a tip?" Gao Dashuai was curious that he could get the tip from Ye Old Master Jun, who was so amazing.

"No, he answered the phone from me just now, sneaking. I looked something was wrong, as if something was deliberately hiding it from me." Jun Ye explained this and stared at Gao Dashang, "When did you talk so much nonsense? If you ask you to do something, just say it, if it doesn't work, I'll find someone else."

"Okay, okay." Gao Dashuai was afraid of being abandoned by his master, so he responded repeatedly, and almost made a move to suck his mouth.

"Your hand—" Seeing that he was about to leave, Jun Ye gave another reminder.

So my face is cold and hot inside. The tall and handsome guy smiled and touched the brim of his hat and replied: "It's okay, there's no problem with normal movements. If you are worried, I'll let someone do it for me and I'll just watch it."

"Driving, be careful about safety."

As the cold voice disappeared, Jun Ye buried his head again.

Gao Dashuai covered his mouth and smiled secretly, pulled him to the door and walked out. After leaving the door, he suddenly felt glad that Jun Ye had not heard the wind asking him about Witch Yan like Feng Yongzhuo, otherwise he wouldn't know how to deal with it.

To follow Mr. Ye, we have to start from the license plate of the car that Mr. Ye often uses. Mr. Ye’s car is a domestic sedan that is old. Therefore, Mr. Ye’s car is not difficult to find. Then, send more people to circle the main roads in the city. If you are lucky, you may encounter Mr. Ye’s car today. If you can’t, you can only stay on the only way out at the door of Mr. Ye’s house. By tomorrow, when Mr. Ye is in a good mood, you will go out with Mr. Ye’s car.

Or he must be lucky. Not long after, Gao Dashuai received a report saying that Mr. Ye had arrived on the road. He hurriedly asked someone to come to him and saw that Mr. Ye was pulling a huge red scroll on the place where he went in, which said that a business meeting of the fellow villagers' association in xxx was reminiscent of the hometown feelings.

Gao Dashuai thought for a while and really didn't know where Mr. Ye was. In Mr. Ye's resume that Mr. Ye had always published, his household registration seemed to be in Beijing, and no one could suspect Mr. Ye was a local.

What's going on?

Mr. Ye walked into the organizer's hall and did not move forward any further.

The people around him seemed to have never seen his expression like this. How could they say it was very heavy, serious, and severe, a gloomy circle of black shadows shrouded under Ye Laomei, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the prelude to the coming of a storm.

The people around him didn't dare to approach him when they saw his majestic outfit. They watched from afar and walked by. From time to time, people talked about where this person came from.

Mr. Ye’s low pressure prevented no one from getting close to him.

After he came in, he asked someone to notify the other party, which only took a few minutes.

Someone came out and came over to him.

Old Ye turned around and looked at the person, he narrowed his eyes: "I have admired President Song's name for a long time, but I have never seen it in person."

Song Yaozhi smiled and said, "I have heard of the reputation of the old leader for a long time, but I never knew that it was because I had some fate with me."

"Fate?" Old Ye didn't understand this. Why did she get involved with Grandma Shen?

How could she know the name of Zhao Yuzhen?

"Old leader, why not find a place to sit. I will introduce a few people to the old leader."

If he didn't understand this problem, Ye Lao could not feel at ease. It was precisely because he knew the name of Song Yaozhi, and he didn't think that Song Yaozhi mentioned Zhao Yuzhen on the phone, which was another person with the same name and surname, and had nothing to do with him. On the contrary, Song Yaozhi must have investigated and called him such a phone call. In this way, he would not be able to escape this relationship.

The enemy is in secret and himself is in a clear and clear way. Old Ye has never faced such a miserable situation. However, with his personality, he didn't answer Song Yaozhi's call but did not come. It was not his tough and upright style. Escape cannot solve the problem. He can escape for a while and investigate Song Yaozhi behind his back before making a decision, but he finally needs to face Song Yaozhi. Instead of wasting time for each other's suspicion, it is better to directly test the other party's purpose.

The so-called ginger is so spicy, because of this.

Song Yaozhi seemed to be sure that he would answer her phone call, would come over at her invitation, and would follow her step by step to make such a series of plans. With a calm and deep smile on the corner of her mouth, she led Mr. Ye into a small room in the chamber venue.

While walking, she introduced to Mr. Ye: "Today is a gathering held by the fellow villagers' association in Beijing. Some celebrities from hometown active in Beijing are present. Before, I never knew that the old leader was from our place. Otherwise, I would have sent an invitation letter to Mr. Ye early."

The entourage around Mr. Ye was surprised when he heard this: Is Mr. Ye Song Yaozhi's fellow villager?

I have never heard of Mr. Ye attending any fellow villagers' association. Instead, Mr. Ye attending many veterans, old classmates' associations, and Mr. Ye attending many veterans. Like Gao Dashuai, the people around Mr. Ye naturally think that Mr. Ye is a complete Beijinger.

"President Song, what you said really surprised me." Old Ye replied calmly, "My family and my parents work in Beijing."

"Didn't you say that there is an aunt who married us? It's been around before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is said that when you were a child, you lived at your aunt's house for a while."

Old Ye looked at Song Yaozhi with a deep sense: it seemed that the other party had investigated him thoroughly.

Walking to the door of the small room, signaling the people around you to wait at the door, Old Ye followed Song Yaozhi into the small living room alone.

Seeing inside, a middle-aged couple and a young man stood up from the red sofa chair sitting.

Song Yaozhi introduced one by one: "My son, my daughter-in-law, and my grandson."

Mr. Ye never expected that Song Yaozhi would introduce her family to him.

What abacus is Song Yaozhi in her belly?

Even the cunning Mr. Ye was a little confused at this moment.

When Song Yaozhi saw him standing, she knew his expression and continued with a smile: "My husband passed away young, everyone in the circle knows this. My son's surname is Song and his name is Song Yeming. My daughter-in-law's surname is Zhao and his name is Zhao Lingmin. My grandson's name is Song Yubin."

Song, Zhao, Song?

The Song family naturally looks like the Song family. It seems that the two men of the Song family have only inherited the grand forehead of their mother, grandmother Song Yaozhi. Their other facial features are not very similar to Song Yaozhi, but they may be like the dead Mr. Song.

Old Ye looked at Zhao Lingmin, who was standing among the two Song family members. He seemed to be able to find some traces from the other person's face that was slightly younger than Song Yaozhi. This shocked him slightly.

"Senior Ye probably doesn't know my maiden name yet," said Song Yaozhi.

Old Ye looked back at her, his eyes narrowed into slits: "Can you, President Song, your daughter-in-law, be a relative of you?"

Song Yaozhi nodded: "The old senior has a good vision and wisdom. My daughter-in-law was selected from the daughter of a good sister. They are all surnamed Zhao."

Close relatives get married?

Song Yaozhi asked Mr. Ye to sit down first, so the Song family all sat down around the two old men. As the youngest, Song Yubin poured tea for the other elders.

Song Yaozhi said to Mr. Ye: "I have a little granddaughter, young and in my twenties. Because I insisted on my job, I didn't let her come over to show her to the old seniors."

Since Mr. Ye heard that Zhao Lingmin was her relative, the question of his surname Zhao had already confused him. Although he had heard of it, some places were still used to getting married with cousins, which was to get married with relatives. But Song Yaozhi was not like a feudal superstitious person who was uncultured. He also heard that he had settled in the United States, and would not do such unscientific things to introduce relatives to his son as a marriage partner.

"Actually, this is the case. In the village where my ancestors were in the past, eighty or ninety percent of the people had the surname Zhao, and they were all relatives like ancestors. But from a scientific point of view, it cannot be said that the majority of people were close relatives. Of course, there were some people in that village who were indeed relatives of my ancestors."

Mr. Ye listened to Song Yaozhi's past history quietly. As for what he said about his aunt living in a certain village, it was of course nonsense. He had no aunt at all going to the countryside to marry far away.

Song Yaozhi suddenly told him this passage, which was not unsurprisingly, targeting the lie he had told to pursue Grandma Shen back then.

Now, I heard Song Yaozhi confess that she may have something to do with the ancestral home of Grandma Shen’s surname Zhao. It is impossible not to be suspicious that Grandma Shen and Song Yaozhi have something to do.

"Senior Ye." Seeing that Ye Lao Mo was silent, she should be waiting for her to reveal her purpose, Song Yaozhi calmly picked up the good tea she made from her grandson, took a sip, and said, "I'm going to hide it from you, I've heard of the old senior, including the old senior divorced a long time ago."

"I've been divorced once."

"But no, it's so easy to get married once because of the breakdown of the relationship?"

"What do you want?" Old Ye felt funny. This was an old account from many years ago. Moreover, he has retired now and broke up peacefully with Grandma Shen back then, and there is no responsibility to be held accountable.

"I want to invest in Shenjiazhuang's project. I wonder if Senior Ye is interested in joining forces with me? Haven't the old senior always wanted to compensate someone at one time?"

The look of Mr. Ye ejaculated at Song Yaozhi, and suddenly, he felt that her eyes were a little similar to Grandma Chen, which made him suddenly remember the unpleasant encounter with Grandma Shen in the hospital. It has been so many years since his concern for Grandma Chen has never weakened.

During the last negotiation, Grandma Chen repeatedly said that he was a loving and affectionate man, and he was completely disagreeable. He did not agree with it in his heart. He had never forgotten Grandma Chen. Otherwise, how could he have been having a fake act when sleeping in the same bed with his second wife for so many years, forcing the other party to adopt the child as his child and deceive society. That person hated Grandma Chen until he died, and he had to say that it was caused by him.

Since he met Grandma Chen again and had this fate, how could he not want to make up for Grandma Chen’s wishes for decades?

"I don't know much about you and your company." Old Ye said cautiously, "Please allow me to think about it for a few days."

"These are all small problems." Song Yaozhi said with a relaxed tone of discussion. "My son and daughter-in-law may be busy. After the fellow villagers' meeting here today, they will fly back to Vancouver to attend another meeting tomorrow. However, my grandson will stay with me here for the time being to deal with domestic affairs. If you have any questions, you can ask us at any time."

Old Ye held his head in his mouth.

If Song Yaozhi really wanted to help Grandma Chen, a fellow villager, take this move, would he have to refuse?

After seeing Mr. Ye away, several Song family members looked at Song Yaozhi.

Song Yaozhi said to her son and daughter-in-law: "You should do whatever you should do. It's enough for Yubin to stay here for the time being with me."
To be continued...