Reborn Global Godfather

That morning, Song Sanxi went to Nanshan Club alone.

The Spring Festival Cup, the final match, still had to be finished.

Easily won the championship.

The narrator and the live broadcast were full of praise and flattery.

Song Sanxi, in the live broadcast screen, calmly took the stage to accept the award.

The organizer also asked him what form the prize money should be distributed, whether it be check or cash, or transfer.

Song Sanxi thought for a while, took out a note, handed it over, and said, "Pay it to my wife's bank card, this is her account number."

All of a sudden, the scene was shocked.

The host chuckled, "It seems that Mr. Song really loves his wife! Your wife must be a happy woman!"

Song Sanxi smiled slightly, "I hope she can be happy forever. Money can't represent anything, but it can also explain something. Thank you to my family and friends for their tolerance and support. Thank you to everyone present for their attention and encouragement. thanks!"

He bowed calmly, and then left gracefully amid applause.

Su Youqing, who was watching the live broadcast at home, had moist eyes.

Sister, did you see, your husband has really changed now.

Money does not mean anything, but it can also explain something.

Song Sanxi is right.

Far away in the provincial capital, watching Su Yourong's live broadcast, his heart was touched.

This guy, did you really give me 200 million?

Oh, he said that his money is mine, has this been honored?

That's 200 million!

Su Yourong was a little excited.

Then, the phone call came.

"Song Sanxi, do you keep your word?"

"Speaking is nothing, is it a man?"

"I will really believe you when I receive the notification of the account."

"From now on, at any time, you can choose to believe me. I am trying to fulfill my promise..."

"You... Forget it, I'm busy."

Su Yourong remembered what he said, and really wanted to say that if he earned a billion, he would get a divorce, right?

But she didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

Could it be that he has no feelings at all other than guilt and compensation for me?

His heart has become hardened?

He, can he really endure his illness?

Su Yourong, I don't believe it!

Su Youqing also called to congratulate Song Sanxi for winning the championship.

"Sanxi, I'm very happy to see you being so tolerant. In the future, you two must live a good life. With so much money, you can live well. I hope you will always be like this, how wonderful!"

"Sister, I will only do better."

"In the future, wherever there is a golf competition, you can participate in it! I only know now that playing this competition can make you so much money! Hee hee..."

"If I go too far, I will feel homesick, so I don't want to go to the competition anymore. Money can be earned no matter what."

"Ah, you...there is an opportunity to make a lot of money, so you should seize it! Those who go abroad to work don't want to go home?"

"But I would miss someone's unborn son, my godson. Before I was born, I would think of him being safely conceived, right under my nose..."

"You... ugh..."

Su Youqing sighed with emotion, and said, "Then you should make more money, for the sake of being a son! You are not good to be a godfather!"

"It's not good, but it's worth it. Someone is sorry for me and has to buy me wine and meat..."

"Hehe!" Su Youqing smiled, "Are you coming back for lunch? I'll go shopping..."

"No, there's still something to do, take care of yourself..."

"Oh……"

After the call ended, a lot of reporters rushed over to take pictures and interviews.

There are also many merchants and manufacturers who gathered around and asked for endorsements.

Even the manager of Nanshan Club came over and begged for endorsement with a smile.

Song Sanxi dealt with it calmly, then went back to the car.

One phone call to Qian Yonghong to discuss the transfer of ownership of the villa.

Qian Yonghong panicked and 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 gamble and admit defeat.

In particular, Cui Yongnian, son of the Cui family, became an intermediate witness.

There is no benefit in procrastinating and cheating.

Qian Yonghong turned to call Huang Changyong, told him about the situation, and asked him, "Is everything ready?"

Huang Changyong sneered and said: "Don't worry, I don't have any way to do this, so it's just a waste of time."

"That's good. In the afternoon, Hui Shao and I will go to transfer the ownership and give him the things by the way."

"May this grandson be forever! There is no good end to defeating the old men, heh heh..."

Near noon, Song Sanxi arrived at Euro Brazil Restaurant.

Instead of sitting in a private room, go directly to the back kitchen.

He and Cui Yongnian cooked a simple Western-style meal together. The technique, fancy style, and aroma were all unique.

Then, the two drank high-end red wine and enjoyed this lunch together.

Cui Yongnian raised his glass and said that he watched the live broadcast of the final and played beautifully. Congratulations to Brother Sanxi for winning the championship and two villas.

Song Sanxi expressed his thanks, clinked a cup, and said, "In the afternoon, I'm going to transfer ownership. Villa, if you win, you earn money. Two sets, brother Cui, you choose one! Those who want Qian Yonghong, or Wang Hui's, whatever you want."

Cui Yongnian was startled, and laughed, "Forget it, Brother Sanxi, I'll take it, old Cui. The villa, please keep it well. Besides, is Cui Yongnian a person who lacks a house?"

"Brother Cui, you... make me very embarrassed!"

"Wherever you are, if you have time, let's learn more about cooking and go fishing or something. True brothers, let's enjoy life together and don't talk about money!"

"Well, Brother Cui is a cheerful person with a good temper. I respect you."

Happy lunch to all.

By the way, Su Youxin's transfer was easily negotiated.

Cui Yongnian said, it's just a matter of one sentence.

Afternoon, three o'clock.

Zhonghai Housing Management Bureau.

Qian Yonghong came alone.

Huang Changyong just made up the price difference between him and Wang Hui, so naturally he didn't come.

Wang Hui didn't have the face to come, so he called a private lawyer over.

An hour later, the two villas became properties under Song Sanxi's name.

All the keys were given to him.

However, Qian Yonghong was cheeky and laughed along with him, "Brother Sanxi, wait a minute, there is a small matter, can we discuss it?"

Song Sanxi nodded, "What's the matter?"

Qian Yonghong quickly took out two Zhonghua cigarettes from his new BMW 750.

Passed both hands to Song Sanxi, "Brother Sanxi, this is a specially made Zhonghua, most people can't smoke it. Wang Hui's father went to Yanjing for a meeting and visited an old man by the way. The old man gave it to him before leaving. Hehe, you can smoke it."

Song Sanxi took the cigarette, looked Qian Yonghong up and down, and said with a smile: "Such a good cigarette, why are you at ease?"

"Hehe, where is it..." Qian Yonghong is a thief, but his heart is not empty, and his expression is very natural, "Hui Shao and I still have some mahogany furniture in the villa, and we want to move some out. So, ask for favors with cigarettes, Sanxi brother."

"Oh, that's fine. Take a key for each person, and move if you want!"

"Okay, thank you Brother Sanxi, we will move in the afternoon. When it's done, leave the key to the doorman. This cigarette is easy to smoke. It's very exciting. You smoke it. Turn around, Hui Shao has it over there. I'll give it to you again." Get two."

"Okay, thanks."

Holding the key, Qian Yonghong was secretly excited and withdrew.

He thought in his heart, grandson, if you dare to smoke this cigarette, you are really doomed...