When Song Bo'ang took his son to the Fu family, it was just a little short of one pm.

When the Fu family heard that General Song was here to ask for the eldest son, they couldn't help but show a surprised look.

Now that the Fu family is seeing the Fourth Young Master in power, even if someone comes to visit most of the people who visit Fu, they are also visiting the Fourth Young Master. With such an identity as General Song bluntly said that he came to see Mr. Fu. How can it not surprise people?

Although Song Bo'ang was not as important as Yao Guan, who was brothers with Fu, he was able to hand over the military industry of the six southern provinces to him, which shows his trust in him.

Such people are naturally also an important existence in the six southern provinces.

Song Bo'ang is not good at socializing and has a straight mind. Everyone knows that there is nothing twists and turns in his mind. But two days ago, Governor Fu just took all the positions of Mr. Fu, and came to the door today, which is a bit too straightforward.

Song Feng was also worried after his father. He didn't know how to rush into the camp, but he wasn't stupid.

Even though I had not been in Yongcheng before, I still knew that Young Master Fu's legs would inevitably lead to a loss of power. My father was in charge of such a sensitive job, so I was really fine when I came to see Young Master Fu at this time?

"What are you thinking?" Following the servants of the Fu family towards the direction of Fu Dashou's yard, Song Bo'ang asked in a low voice when he saw his son feeling a little absent-minded.

Song Feng looked at the person leading the way in front, lowered his voice and asked, "Dad, Master Fu..."

After saying only a few words, Song Bo'ang knew what he was going to say. He glanced at his son and said, "If you have a serious matter, what's the problem? Since the governor trusts me, I will not let this trust down. But... we, the Song family, cannot do anything to put harm in the wrong."

"We have to take this love for A Xuan's life before... let alone..." The last sentence almost floated out of his lips, "What's going on in the future? It's hard to say."

Song Feng glanced at Song Bo'ang in surprise. Others said that his father was honest and inscrutable, but he didn't expect that his father didn't really think about anything.

He still has his own opinion on these things.

Seeing his son's eyes, Song Bo'ang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and resisted the urge to slap him on the head.

If he is really a fool who knows nothing, can the supervisor feel at ease to hand over such an important place to him? Can he come safely throughout the years of bloody storms?

The servant took the two of them to the gate of the yard and bowed and left. Before entering the yard, Song Feng couldn't help asking, "Dad, what did Master Fu ask me to do?" He was just an inconspicuous little employee. When could he catch Master Fu's eyes?

Song Bo'ang glanced at him, "Young Master is willing to mention you a word or a word, it will be enough for you to enjoy for half your life. Don't be stupid when you go in, don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh." Song Feng still felt confused when he touched his forehead.

When Xu Shaoming was at first sight when he saw Song Wen, he was relieved. Fortunately... Young Master Song did not look as honest and dull as the legendary one. He looked more like a scholar who was not well-educated. Such a person did not seem to have been in the officialdom for two years, but he was more like a teacher in college who didn’t know the fireworks of the world.

As long as it's not really stupid, the eldest young master plans to use this person.

"Big Young Master." Song Bo'ang walked into the study and stood straight and looked respectful but did not salute.

After all, even when Fu Fengcheng was still in the army, his title was one level higher than Fu Fengcheng. Even though Fu Fengcheng was the young marshal of the army of the six southern provinces, there was no rule for the superiors to salute their subordinates.

"Big Young Master." Song Feng hurriedly spoke.

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "General Song, Young Master Song, please sit down."

Song Bo'ang thanked him, "Young Master, you are polite. This is my incompetent eldest son, Song Wen. You just call him his name. I can't be the eldest son."

Song Feng nodded quickly, "My father is right, just call me Song Feng."

Fu Fengcheng nodded and signaled that both of them sat down and talked.

The father and son sat down, and Fu Fengcheng got straight to the topic, "General Song came today for those two production lines?"

Song Bo'ang nodded, "The eldest young master is keen, it's really for this."

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows, as if he was puzzled, "It's almost like a free equipment. General Song kept it. What's the difficulty?" Anyway, Song Bo'ang couldn't take out the money, and the old man couldn't swallow the things in his stomach.

Song Bo'ang smiled bitterly, very helpless, "Young Master, you also know what's going on with us. I just added three production lines last year. This factory cannot stop work now... I can't use so much."

It is true that weapons are consumables, but the last war in the six southern provinces happened five years ago. It’s not that they are looking forward to fighting all day long, but the problem is that the military production capacity in Anxia is now overcapacity in the country.

No one trusted any of the six or seven commanders in the country, plus the Central Army in the capital, so in the past few years, they worked hard to produce weapons themselves as long as they had the spare time.

Now that there is no war, the production line cannot be stopped. If it is stopped for a long time, it will be troublesome. Not only will the machine break down, but it also needs to be updated and iterated continuously, so that people can not let themselves be left behind.

For example, the north, southwest, northwest, can also sell points to some surrounding countries, but unless there is a big battle in the six southern provinces, who will be idle and cross the closest border and come to buy weapons from them?

In this way, I changed three new production lines last year, and now I will let him eat two more... Even if I give them away for free, he can't afford to raise them, and I'm so poor that I can't afford to lose my money.

It’s also depressing. It’s said that weapons are huge profits, and the six southern provinces are just a few weirdos who lose money.

If it weren't for the large amount of subsidies from Fu's annual annual subsidies, he might have been unable to survive.

"What do you say, the old man?" Fu Fengcheng asked.

Song Bo'ang sighed, "The things are piled up in Luozhou Port, what else can I do?"

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

Song Bo'ang shook his head, "No need. I've inquired about the two sets of equipment. It seems that the three sets we bought last year. Young Master, this matter...is something to do with you, so you can't stand by and watch."

Who doesn't know that it was Mr. Fu's goods, and was robbed by Mr. Fu's father-in-law's brother-in-law. Song Bo'ang didn't care what Fu Fengcheng did to buy two production lines equipment. Anyway, he didn't believe that Fu Fengcheng really planned to do his father's rebellion by himself.

Since there is no such trouble, Song Bo'ang, of course, doesn't care what Fu Fengcheng wants to do.

Since it is Mr. Fu's thing, I'll take it back by myself. At worst, he can pour him a few hands, and he doesn't even have any digestive tracts on his own.

Fu Fengcheng obviously understood what Song Bo'ang meant, and laughed softly, "General Song will bring the things back first."

Song Bo'ang's eyes lit up, "What does the eldest son mean?"

Fu Fengcheng said: "The equipment in the military factory should be replaced earlier. Let's take a look at the old ones and dismantle them."

"I understand!" Song Bo'ang had a few more smile patterns on his face, and it was true that the eldest young master was happy.

Fu Fengcheng said lightly: "General Song probably won't plan to deal with the old ones at the price of new ones, right?"

Song Bo'ang's smile froze instantly, "I...I want to ask the Supervisor for instructions." The young master is going to get new goods at a discount. He will definitely not be able to eat this loss. It's up to Governor Fu to decide who made the matter happen because of his two sons?

Not right... Didn't the Governor say that the Young Master paid the money first? He could not give it a discount at all, anyway, the money has been paid.

Don’t know if the governor is good at stolen money?

Fu Fengcheng had no objection to Song Bo'ang's caution. He nodded casually, which made Song Bo'ang breathe a sigh of relief.

After talking about Song Bo'ang's affairs, it's Song Wen's turn next.

Song Bo'ang was still very happy about Fu Fengcheng's personal request to recall Song Wen. His son knew that he had no talent for leading troops to fight, but if he was outside, he would not make any progress even after ten years of hard work. If he accidentally got involved in any dispute, it would be even more troublesome.

If you come back, you can only find a quiet place to sit in the office, which obviously has no future.

But Mr. Fu took the initiative to call him back and obviously wanted to hire people. Song Bo'ang had considered whether Mr. Fu was drunk or not. But he and Fu Fengcheng have known each other for many years, and they still have some understanding of his temper and personality. Even if Fu Fengcheng really wanted to win him over, he would never tolerate a useless wasteful person around him.

Since Master Fu wants people, it must be really useful. Song Bo'ang also thinks that if there is someone who can make his son grow up, it should be Master Fu. Speaking of this, Song Bo'ang also feels sad. His son is obviously similar to Master Fu.

"Song Ven." Fu Fengcheng spoke lightly.

"Big Young Master." Song Van lowered his head and responded respectfully. The gap between people is so big. As Song Van's son, if Song Van met Fu Yingcheng and Fu Pingcheng or even Fu Yucheng, Song Van would not have such a respectful attitude.

But when facing Fu Fengcheng, he seemed to be involuntarily bowing his head respectfully to him.

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

Song Feng took it in his hand and looked at Fu Fengcheng with some confusion. Fu Fengcheng said, "I heard that you have been doing people's livelihood work before. You are the director of the Statistics Department of the Transportation Bureau of the Southern Six Provincial People's Provinces. If you can't do it, you can go wherever you come."

Song Feng was stunned. Even though he had such a background, he had never seen a job so casually. Even if he had to go through the back door, he would still have to leave.

But he said that Suyan didn't seem so casual. He looked down at the file bag in his hand, and Song Yan reached out to open it and read it.

Before he could touch the seal of the document bag, Song Bo'ang reached out and pressed it down, "Don't worry, if he can't do it, you don't need to speak, I will drive him out of Yongcheng."

Fu Fengcheng curled the corners of his lips slightly, "My rules, General Song knows?"

"I understand." This is a test for Song Guan. Song Bo'ang can give him some advice, but the Song family cannot give Song Guan any help.

Fu Fengcheng nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, thank you for your hard work, two of you made a special trip."

Song Bo'ang stood up knowingly, "Young Master must have something to do in the afternoon, so we won't bother you, so let's say goodbye."

"Shaoming, send General Song to me."
Chapter completed!