Chapter 135 Song Boyang’s troubles (one more)

  Song Boyang took his son to the Fu’s family gate just a little bit before one o’clock in the afternoon.

  Fu family heard that General Song had come to see the young master and couldn’t help showing a surprised look.

  Now that the Fu family sees the Fourth Young Master gaining power, even if someone comes to visit, most of the people who visit him are Fu Fourth Young Master. With an identity like General Song, he bluntly asks to see Fu Da Young. How can you not be surprised?

  Song Boyang received much attention under Fu Dujun, although he was not as good as Yao Guan, who was considered a brother to Fu Dujun, but Fu Dujun was able to hand over the military industry of the six southern provinces to him, which shows his trust in him.

People like    are naturally important in the six southern provinces.

  Song Bo-Ang is not sociable, and his temperament is straightforward. Everyone knows that there are no twists and turns in his mind. However, Governor Fu had just picked up all the positions of Young Master Fu two days ago, and he came to the door today, which is too straightforward.

  Song Yan is also a little worried after his father. He can't go to the camp but he is not stupid.

  Even if he hadn’t been in Yongcheng before, I still knew that Shao Fu’s leg disability would inevitably lead to a loss of power. My father was in charge of such sensitive errands. Is it really okay to come to see Shao Fu at this time?

   "What do you think?" Following the servants of the Fu family toward the yard of Fu Dashao, Song Boyang asked in a low voice, seeing his son a little bit unconscious.

  Song Yan looked at the person leading the way, lowered his voice and asked, "Father, Master Fu..."

Song Boyang knew what he was going to say after only a few words. He glanced at his son and said, "If you have a business to see you, what's the problem? Since the warlord trusts me, I will not let down that trust. But... The Song family can’t do things like that."

   "Previously, for the life of A Xuan... we have to take this situation. What's more..." The last sentence almost silently floated from the lips, "What will happen in the future, it's hard to say."

  Song Yan glanced at Song Boyang in surprise. Others said that his father was upright and careless, but he didn't expect that his father didn't really think about anything.

  He still has his own opinions on these matters.

   Seeing his son's eyes, Song Boyang couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth and forcibly resisted the urge to slap him on the head.

  If he is really a second fool who knows nothing, can the Overseer be assured of entrusting such an important place to him? After so many years of **** storms, can he come here peacefully?

The servant led the two to the gate of the courtyard and bowed and resigned. Before stepping into the courtyard, Song Xuan couldn't help but ask, "Then father, what is Fu Dasha telling me to do?" He was just a humble little man. Clerk, when will you be in the eyes of Young Master Fu?

  Song Boyang squinted at him, "You are willing to mention you with a few words, it will be enough for you to use it for half your life. Don't be stupid when you go in, don't talk nonsense!"

   "Oh." Song Xian touched his forehead and still felt confused.

  She secretly relieved Xu Shaoming when she saw Song Xian at first glance, but fortunately...Song Dashao didn't look as honest and blunt as in the legend. It looks more like a scholar who has not been involved in the world. Such a person does not seem to have spent two years in the officialdom, but more like a university teacher who does not know the fireworks.

  As long as it is not really stupid, after all, the youngest plan to use this person.

   "Young Master." Song Boyang walked into the study and stood upright and respectful, but did not salute.

  After all, even when Fu Fengcheng was still serving in the army, his rank was one rank higher than Fu Fengcheng. Even if Fu Fengcheng was the young commander of the Army of the Southern Six Provinces, the Southern Six Provinces did not have the rules for officers to salute to subordinates.

   "Big young man." Song Xian said quickly.

  Fu Fengcheng nodded, "General Song, Shao Song, please sit down."

  Song Boyang thanked him, “You’re polite. This is my ineffective eldest son, Song Xian. You just call him by his name.

  Song Xian nodded quickly, "My father is right, it's fine to call me Song Xian."

   Fu Fengcheng nodded his head and signaled that both of them would sit down and talk.

  The father and son sat down, and Fu Fengcheng went straight to the subject, "General Song came today for the two production line equipment?"

  Song Boyang nodded, "Big and young are keen, indeed for this matter."

  Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows, seeming a little puzzled. “It’s almost the same as the equipment that was given away for nothing. General Song kept it. What's the embarrassment?” Anyway, Song Boyang couldn’t get the money, and the old man couldn’t swallow the things.

  Song Boyang gave a wry smile, very helpless, "You know what we are like, young and old. We just added three production lines last year. The factory can't stop work and now we...can't use so much."

  Weapon is a consumable item, yes, but the last time the Southern Six Provinces fought was five years ago. It's not that they are looking forward to fighting all day long. The problem is that Anxia's domestic military industry has overcapacity now.

  With the six or seven domestic supervisors and the Central Army in the capital, no one trusts anyone, so in the past few years, as long as they have spare energy, they have been working hard to produce their own weapons.

  Now that there is no war, the production line cannot be stopped. After a long period of time, it is troublesome to recover, not to mention that the machine will break. Not only can't stop, but also keep updating iterations, so that people can't let themselves be left behind.

  For example, the north, southwest, northwest can be sold to some neighboring countries, but unless they fight a war somewhere in the six provinces of the south, who is too busy to run across the border to buy weapons from them?

  In this way, last year, he changed three new production lines, and now let him eat two...

  Speaking of it, it is also depressed. They all say that weapons are huge profits, and their southern six provinces are one of the few wonderful works that lose money.

  If it hadn’t been for the massive subsidies made by Fu Dujun every year, it would have been impossible to survive.

  "What did the old man say?" Fu Fengcheng asked.

  Song Boyang sighed, "Everything is piled up in Luozhou Port, what else can I do?"

  Fu Fengcheng thought for a while, and asked, "General Song is sure you don't want it?"

  Song Boyang shook his head, "No need, I have inquired that the two sets of equipment seem to be similar to the three sets we bought last year. Big or small, this matter...speaking of which has something to do with you, you can’t just stand by."

  Who didn’t know that it was Fu Dashao’s goods, and was robbed by Fu Sishao’s father-in-law’s eldest brother-in-law. Song Boyang didn't care what Fu Fengcheng was doing with the two production line equipment, anyway he didn't believe that Fu Fengcheng really planned to do his father's opposites by himself.

  Since there is no trouble in this regard, what Fu Fengcheng wants to do, Song Boyang, of course, doesn’t care.

  Since it belongs to Fu Dashao, take it back by yourself. It's a big deal, he pours a few hands for him, and he doesn't even want to digest it by himself.

  Fu Fengcheng obviously understood what Song Boyang meant, and laughed lowly, "General Song, get the things back first."

  Song Boyang's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"

  Fu Fengcheng said: "The earlier sets of equipment in the military factory should also be replaced. Go back and dismantle the old ones."

   "Understood!" There were a few more smile lines on Song Boyang's face, and it was really refreshing.

  Fengcheng Fu said lightly: "General Song shouldn't plan to deal with the price of the old and new products to me, right?"

  Song Boyang’s smile froze in an instant, "I...I want to ask the warlord." The young man is going to get new goods at a discount, and he will definitely not be able to eat this loss. Fu Dujun had to decide who would let his two sons cause the problem?

   is also not right... Didn’t the warlord say that the young and old paid the money first? He doesn't have to discount, anyway, the money has already been paid.

  I don’t know if the Overseer is good at delinquency?

  Fu Fengcheng had no opinion on Song Boyang’s caution, and he nodded indifferently, and Song Boyang could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  After talking about Song Boyang, it was Song Xian's turn next.

   Song Boyang was very happy about Fu Fengcheng's personal request to recall Song Xian. His own son knew that he had no talent for leading soldiers in wars, but if he were to stay outside, he wouldn't make much progress if he stayed out for ten years. It would be even more troublesome if he accidentally got involved in any disputes.

  If you come back, you can only find a quiet and uncontroversial place to sit in the office. Obviously, there is no future.

  However, Fu Dashao took the initiative to call him back. Obviously, Song Boyang had not considered whether Fu Dashao was a drunkard or not. But he and Fu Fengcheng have known each other for many years, and they still have some understanding of his temperament. Even if Fu Fengcheng really wanted to win him over, he would never tolerate a useless waste around him.

  Since Mr. Fu is an important person, it must be really useful. Song Boyang also felt that if there was anyone else who could make his son grow up a little bit, it should be Young Master Fu. Speaking of this Song Boyang also feels bitter, obviously his son is about the same as Fu Da Shao Ji.

   "Song Xian." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

"Young Master." Song Xuan bowed his head and replied respectfully. The gap between people is so big. As Song Boang's son, if Song Xuan met Fu Yingcheng, Fu Pingcheng or even Fu Yucheng, Song Xuan would not be so. Respectful attitude.

  But when facing Fu Fengcheng, it seemed that he would involuntarily bow his head respectfully to him.

   Fu Fengcheng picked up a paper bag on the table and handed it to Xu Shaoming, who was standing next to him. Xu Shaoming took it and walked to Song Xian and handed it over.

Song Mi looked at Fu Fengcheng with some doubts in his hand, and Fu Fengcheng said: "I heard that you have been doing people's livelihood work before, and within two months, you are the head of the statistics of the Transportation Bureau of the Southern Six Provinces. Can’t do it, come and go wherever."

  Song Xuan was taken aback, he had never seen such a casual job from his background. Even if he walked through the back door, he still had to walk a bit?

  However, it doesn’t seem to be that casual to say that it’s not so casual. He lowered his head and looked at the file bag in his hand, Song Xian stretched out his hand to open it.

  Before touching the seal of the document bag, Song Boyang stretched out his hand and pressed it, “Don’t worry, if he can’t do it without you speaking, I’ll drive him out of Yongcheng.”

   Fu Fengcheng slightly twitched the corners of his lips, "General Song knows about my rules?"

   "Understand." This was a test for Song Xian. Song Boyang could mention him, but the Song family could not give Song Xian any help.

   Fu Fengcheng nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, I made a special trip for both of you."

  Song Boyang stood up knowingly, "I think there must be something else this afternoon, so we won’t bother, and we will leave."

   "Shao Ming, send General Song for me."

   "Yes, General Song, Shao Song, please."

  (End of this chapter)