Xu Yuewen's funeral was held in Luocheng, and Song Yi rushed back from Shencheng. Luocheng in April was in spring, and a light rain soaked the world.

At the memorial service ceremony of the funeral home, Zhuang Mu, Song Yi, and assistants Xie Jie, Ye Qian, and Zhao Yi, the senior executives of Jinghu Culture around him, followed the emcee to observe silence. It was also the first time he met Xu Yuewen's wife Xu Haiyu and his son Xu Xiangyang.

At the funeral, I also met Liao Xiangbin, the owner of Baima Feima Bar in Luocheng, and Chen Jun, the general manager of Luoshan Hotel, and his party.

Liao Xiangbin walked over quietly and whispered: "Mr. Song, do you have time to chat after the funeral?"

Song Yi looked at Xu Yuewen's portrait in the lobby and looked at him without looking at him, "It's the day after tomorrow! I've been in the city recently."

"Okay." Liao Xiangbin walked away quietly.

There were many acquaintances at this memorial service, including Song Yi, Xu Weiyu, Xu Qiulan and others from the Xu family in Huaxi. This kind of occasion is not suitable for laughter.

During this period, he hosted the Thousand Broadcast Battle of Yijian Live in Shenzhen. At this time, he naturally had to stay for a while when he returned to Luocheng. Many things had to be dealt with. For example, he loved the beauties in Luocheng and comforted their loneliness. For example, the Ming and Qing towns in Luocheng, the real estate development progress in Jiangzhou was very good, and he had to go and see it. There was also the restructuring of Huaxi Iron and Steel Group.

After the memorial service, Song Yi left surrounded by everyone. On the road in front of the hotel, he was about to drive Chu Zhitong back to his residence when he heard someone calling him behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Xu Yuewen's son Xu Xiangyang.

Xu Xiangyang's eyes were hidden, and he greedily swept over Chu Zhitong's face and the towering two-fingered fronts. This beautiful beauty as plump as a treacherous hoard was unforgettable since he saw it. His eyes were fixed on Song Yi's face, and there was a kind of evil spirit like a wolf, "Song Yi, did you let that woman kill my dad?"

Song Yi was not interested in paying attention to the provocation of an eighteen-year-old young man and said lightly: "Whatever you think. Tell me something if you have something to do."

In fact, no one who knows the inside story of Xu Yuewen's death will be counted on him. He and Geng Xiaoju have no intersection at all. According to Geng Xiaoju's own confession, Xu Yuewen controlled and possessed her through debts, videos, etc., so that her career was not only annexed, but also became his canary. This is the origin of murderous intent.

Xu Xiangyang raised his lips and said, "It's nothing. I just want to tell you that your women are very good. When my grandfather kills you, I will play with them on your behalf."

Song Yi turned his head and looked at the young man who had just died in front of him, who had just died of his father. Which man could tolerate such words? "Noisy!" Song Yi slapped him in the face and kicked him into the bushes on the side of the road.

"Ah...ah..." Xu Xiangyang screamed immediately. The sinister and young master of the aristocratic family just now disappeared. He wailed like a dog.

This call made many people see. What happened? I'll go, Mr. Song is so awesome. He beats his son at someone else's father's funeral.

Song Yi didn't care about Xu Xiangyang at all, and took everyone away with a calm look on his face. The convoy separated at the intersection. Song Yi drove Chu Zhitong back to the villa to rest. Ye Qian and Xie Jie returned to the five-star hotel "Peninsula International Hotel" on Huxin Road in Jinghu, which is also Song Yi's property.

Zhao Yi made the driver turn around at the intersection, and the boss lost his temper. He still had to do some of the aftermath work.

When he returned to the funeral home, a group of people were persuading Xu Yuewen's widow Xu Haiyu. Yijian Live's current round of financing is lagging behind other Tencent-based platforms. The reason is conceivable. Song Yi still attaches great importance to control.

However, news of Yijian Live's B round financing has appeared and disappeared. The current capital market's valuation of Yijian Live has reached US$2 billion. This is a very amazing number. You should know that the earliest Huya Times, which was listed, was the YY platform, had not had so much market value when it was listed.

Currently, among all live broadcast platforms, Huya, the most profitable valuation in the outside world has not reached this number. However, no matter how the media or capital discusses, there are still many large venture capital institutions willing to invest in Yijian Live.

Even Alibaba Capital sent someone to contact Song Yi to discuss investment. Song Yi is not a novice now and has some understanding of the Internet. Now, you can either take Tencent or Alibaba's. This is basically a process of taking sides. It is best not to take both companies, as both sides will not please them.

So, a wealthy man whose net worth has reached nearly US$1.5 billion was slapped and kicked a young man in his hometown, Luocheng, and kicked him in his "base camp". Is this a matter?

This is a big deal!

Xu Haiyu was scolding him sharply, but was stopped and persuaded. Xu Xiangyang stood beside his mother with a slap mark on his face. When Zhao Yi saw this attitude, even the people in the city were there, he was completely over-concerned.

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"Song Yi, your slap just now is so handsome. A big heart!" In Song Yi's car, Chu Zhitong was very dissatisfied with the little kid's look at her. She was filled with the man's jade look, which made her feel disgusted. At this time, she smiled happily, with a bright face. She said with concern: "Nothing can happen, right?"

After all, he is Xu Yuewen's son.

"Nothing will happen!" Song Yi felt quite comfortable. By the way, now that the law is perfect, you will have to sue if you do it. But in daily life, where will everything be processed? He feels comfortable after taking action.

Little Bibi, shouting in front of him! Your father is no match for me. He is still thinking about my woman!

As for Xu Xiangyang bragging that Xu Qingquan was thinking about killing him. This was completely the ignorance of a child. Instead, Chen Yao told him that Changqing Group was preparing to participate in the B round of financing, one of which was invested by Zhaoye.

"Zhitong, how are you doing recently?" Song Yi flew to Jiangzhou last night, and slept with Jiang Yuchu in the luxurious villa he bought by the river at night. The girl who had tasted the first taste was fascinated by him and was inseparable from him. If he hadn't been tormented by him last night, he would have returned to Luocheng with him this morning. That was probably a famous scene in the Shura Field. He drove to Jinghu Villa with one hand and stroked Chu Zhitong's plump and slender thighs with one hand.

Chu Zhitong said coquettishly: "Isn't you just working hard to make a cow and horse for you? Let you be romantic and elegant outside!" The Chentai Group of the Chu family has shares in the Ming and Qing town. Therefore, she lives in Luocheng and stares at this billion-dollar tourism real estate plate.

Song Yi smiled, "I don't know how many lifetimes I have to cultivate the blessings I have for a beautiful woman like you to ride a BMW."

Chu Zhitong is about to be twenty-six years old, and has been with Song Yi for more than half a year. She knows everything between men and women. Her pretty face is slightly red, and she glances at Song Yi charmingly and said, "I know that these unreasonable words are said. Who knows how many rouge horses you have left outside without hiding me!"

Song Yi smiled slightly, held Chu Zhitong's hand gently, and said, "Zhitong, let's go back to Jinghu Villa first to release each other's lovesickness. In the afternoon, I will take you to the hot spring villa at the foot of Luoshan for vacation. Remember the first time we met."

"Go to you!" Chu Zhitong was coquettish. The first time she met was in Luoshan Hotel. As a result, her cousin was confused and told her about her love for her in public, and she wanted to do anything to her. She lost all her face.

"Go to the hot spring villa in the afternoon and don't take your two beautiful female assistants." Seeing the car entering the garage, Chu Zhitong took the initiative to lean over from the co-pilot and kiss her. After not seeing each other for two months, why wouldn't she miss him? She now regretted that she refused to agree to marry him before the New Year. But now she can't mention this topic again.

"Zhitong, you!" Song Yi smiled, holding the plump and hot beauty with both hands, her body was slightly heavy. So the experience he gave him was a different style with Yu Chu's thin and cold beauty.

Chu Zhitong blushed rarely. While being with Song Yi Ni, she said, "We will go on vacation when we are on vacation, don't talk about work."

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance of the beautiful woman, Song Yi laughed. He found that with the success of his career, Zhitong has been much gentler to him recently.

As the garage's smart lock fell, the road outside the villa was isolated. The car then vibrated in the garage.

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Baima Feima Bar is the most popular bar in Luocheng City, located in a commercial town at the foot of Luoshan. However, with the gradual development and formation of the town in Ming and Qing Dynasties, it is hard to say what the future of this bar has.

Because as a tourist real estate project, the Ming and Qing towns, less than 20 miles away, must be equipped with commercial streets, and it is impossible that they are all tall Ming and Qing courtyard villas.

Liao Xiangbin stood in the suite on the 32nd floor of Luoyun Hotel, looking at the increasingly prosperous commercial town with Chen Jun, saying, "I have found out clearly just now. Song Yi made the Xu family and his son apart. I think Song Yi is a man who is very polite and can surrender. We occupy such a good resource as Luocheng, and how many people are watching. Without anyone to shelter, business will decline sooner or later."

Chen Jun looked very beautiful, and stood in the suite wearing early spring clothes, with a unique look, like a lotus in clear water, saying, "Teacher Liao, you have done it. I don't care about the contracting rights of Luoyun Hotel. The time is up, I'll leave."

Liao Xiangbin shook his head and sighed: "Chen Jun, you are stupid. Do you believe it or not? Someone will check your financial accounts after the contract expires. Think about it again. Time is coming soon, I'll go see Song Yi."

Liao Xiangbin drove away from Luoyun Hotel. The place where he and Song Yi met was the hot spring villas scattered at the foot of Luoshan.

Of course, the best hot springs here have been developed into villas by the original developers.

"Brother Bin." The owner of the Hot Spring Villa faced Liao Xiangbin, "The scene has been cleared."
Chapter completed!