Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"How's the situation handled?"

Song's uncle looked at his son curiously and asked.

Song Jisheng was still in a dazed state as he slowly nodded his head, finally reacting, "Dad, did you already know that Yun was a director of Mountains and Waters Corporation?"

"Mountains and Waters Corporation? Isn't he the chairman of Hua Chuang Private Hospital?"

Now, Song's uncle was also dumbfounded, what's going on, why did his nephew hold so many positions?

Song Jisheng's mind was not very nimble to begin with, and now he was even more bewildered.

Song Yunkai drove the hospital's administrative car, bringing the two bewildered relatives back to the hospital.

Seeing that his mother had been arranged in the VIP ward, Song Jisheng finally felt a sense of relief.

"Yun, how many properties do you actually have?"

Inside the chairman's office, Song Jisheng asked Song Yun curiously.

"Hehe, quite a lot, if you want me to give you examples, I really need to think about it."

"Does your father know?" Song's uncle asked.

"He took my mom on a global tour, I haven't told him either, I'll wait until he comes back to talk about it."

Song Yun could explain to everyone else, make up lies, but when facing his parents who knew him inside out, any word he said would definitely be seen through by them.

"Our old Song Family has finally produced a talented individual!"

Song's uncle said sentimentally, "Looking through our genealogy, our Song Family was a household of high standing hundreds of years ago, but then we encountered war, and the Song Family suffered a great calamity, falling into the ranks of commoners."

"Now it's good, Song Yun has become successful, and it's time for our Song Family to reopen the ancestral hall!"

Song Yun was baffled by Song's uncle's words, ancestral hall? He had never heard of it before.

Seeing the expressions of his son and nephew, Song's uncle sighed and said, "You younger generations don't know, our Song Family has a room in the ancestral home where all the ancestors of the Song Family are worshipped. It's just that in these years we haven't honored our family name, we're too ashamed to rebuild the ancestral hall.

The first thing you need to do to reconstruct the ancestral hall is to boast about the achievements, tell our ancestors that their descendants have become important figures, so as not to disturb the ancestors!"

Of course, Song Yun agreed to such a matter, it definitely should wait until his father returned from his travels, and then discuss it together with all the families.

After arranging things for Song's uncle and his cousin, Song Yun sat in his office and called Mountains and Waters Corporation's PR department, ordering them to immediately release a statement terminating the partnership with the Black Swan Security Company.

The head of the PR department didn't ask any questions, and within fifteen minutes, a statement was published on all channels.

Everyone was astonished, speculating what had happened.

At this time, Wang Chaoyang received countless calls asking about the situation.

After hanging up, he quickly went online and saw the statement, completely dumbfounded. This Song Yun didn't leave anyone a way out, so quickly pushing him into an abyss. Thinking of the people he had once offended, they were probably sharpening their knives right now, waiting to slaughter him.

Wang Chaoyang could care no more about anything else, and booked a flight ticket to escape overseas.

Two days passed this way.

After a full hospital consultation, the medical team came up with the least risky treatment plan.

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Today was the day to perform surgery on Auntie Song.

After Auntie Song was injected with some drugs, she was wheeled into the operating room, while outside, Uncle Song, Song Jisheng, and Song Yun all waited anxiously.

The wait lasted from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon.

Finally, the doors of the operating room slowly opened, and a doctor wearing a mask came out. He excitedly said to Song Yun, "Director Song, I have fulfilled my mission; the surgery went very smoothly!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Song collapsed to the ground, completely drained. The insomnia of these past nights had tortured the middle-aged man constantly. Now, at last, he could get a good night's sleep.

"The surgery is done. Now, all we need to do is continue the treatment according to the doctor's plan," Song Yun consoled Uncle Song. "I'll head back first. You and my cousin take some time to rest. There will be someone specifically responsible for taking care of Auntie."

After parting ways with Uncle Song's family, Song Yun drove his sports car away from the hospital.

He was unaware that outside the hospital gate, inside a common Volkswagen car, sat two men. One of them, seeing Song Yun's car drive away, quickly made a phone call but exactly what was said was not known.

On the way back, Song Yun noticed that his fuel gauge was nearing empty.

No choice, sports cars have many advantages, but they guzzle fuel like no other—mashing the gas pedal could easily burn through tens of dollars.

He found a gas station where the queue extended beyond the station itself.

However, after waiting for about fifteen minutes, the line still hadn't moved.

Song Yun looked out and saw a Ferrari driver dawdling around while filling up, occasionally even flirting with the female gas station attendant.

The drivers queueing behind didn't dare to get too close. Joking aside, with cars worth millions, what if they accidentally scratched it by inching too close?

As for those kinds of people, they also didn't dare to honk their horns to hurry them up, being just ordinary folks and no match for the rich second-generation heirs.

But Song Yun wasn't about to indulge them. He started honking his horn incessantly, furiously sounding off with beep after beep.

The drivers ahead, already irritated by the noise, finally couldn't hold back and glared angrily backward.

But when they saw the bull emblem on the front of Song Yun's car, they all turned off their engines.

Damn it, this car was even more expensive than the Ferrari up front! The driver of the Tiguan that had been in front of Song Yun inched forward quietly. He was sweating buckets, worried that he might accidentally let the car roll.

"Hey guys, are you going to fill up or not? When did the efficiency of gas stations become so low?"

Song Yun called out, looking toward the front.

The drivers who had been waiting were also quite frustrated, with a wolf in front and a tiger behind, stuck in the middle with neither daring to drive forward nor reverse, they could only remain in this deadlock.

But soon, these drivers cautiously moved their cars to the side, squeezing out a lane wide enough for Song Yun to pass through.

Song Yun drove toward the front and saw a fashionably dressed rich kid still mumbling and chatting up the gas station attendant.

Though the attendant was indeed sweet-looking and shapely, he shouldn't be hogging a public resource and wasting everyone's time!

"How big is the tank in that piece of junk? Does it take over ten minutes to fill up? Hurry up and get lost once you're done!"

The Ferrari's owner, who had been shamelessly trying for her contact details, heard the cursing from behind, turned around in anger, and saw Song Yun standing beside the Lamborghini with a frown on his face.

Fuck! A top-level sports car, the Poison!

His own car probably wasn't even a fraction of the cost of the other's.

Without further ado or delay, he quickly apologized to Song Yun and drove off in shame.

"Fill it up!"

Song Yun parked the car and said to the gas station attendant.

After filling up, Song Yun didn't dawdle and left directly, the private car owners waiting behind breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the only way to deal with those arrogant and overbearing rich kids was with someone even more powerful than they were!