787: Chapter 782 What a fine example of not lacking money!

Hearing the noise, Song Zhixing dropped the Lego bricks in his hand and rushed over like a little cannonball.

Song Guoliang’s usually stern face instantly filled with tears. He threw away his cane and caught the grandson who charged toward him. In that moment, he was no longer the business magnate presiding over a trillion-dollar empire, but just an ordinary old man who had almost lost his beloved kin.

"Good... It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back!"

The old man’s withered hands trembled as he stroked his grandson’s back, checking him up and down several times. Only when he confirmed that besides a scrape on his ankle, the boy was completely unharmed did he let out a long sigh of relief.

The bodyguard following behind quickly stepped forward to pick up the cane and handed over a handkerchief.

Song Guoliang wiped the corners of his eyes and calmed his agitated emotions before turning to look at Shen Yan, who was standing at the top of the stairs.

His eyes, which had seen countless people, scrutinized Shen Yan for a few seconds, then he solemnly cupped his hands together, performing a standard martial arts society salute.

"Mr. Shen, the Song family will remember this kindness."

Shen Yan walked down the stairs slowly, a proper smile on his face—neither fawning nor arrogant.

"Elder Song, you are too kind. It was just a small effort, and I happened to be there. I couldn't just watch the child fall into the tiger’s mouth."

Song Guoliang nodded, the appreciation in his eyes deepening. He waved his hand, and the bodyguard behind him immediately stepped forward, placing the four silver briefcases neatly on the coffee table and opening them.

The moment the cases snapped open, the neatly stacked pink banknotes and several thick documents inside seemed to make the air freeze for a few seconds.

"Here is fifty million in cash, considered a small fee for your trouble. Additionally, these documents are the transfer agreements for 5% of the non-voting shares in three deep-water ports under the Song Group. As long as Mr. Shen signs them, you can use the Song family’s shipping resources as you please in the future."

This gesture was indeed astonishingly generous.

One must know that the Song Group controls the lifeline of the eastern coastal shipping. Even just 5% of non-voting shares would yield an astronomical annual dividend, not to mention the vast logistics network it represented.

Any ordinary businessman in this situation would probably have fainted from excitement already.

But Shen Yan only glanced at the wealth capable of driving people mad, not even raising an eyebrow. He walked straight to the sofa and sat down, signaling Liu Hui to pour tea for the guest.

"Elder Song, you are insulting me."

Shen Yan picked up his teacup and took a sip, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the weather.

"I saved Zhixing because he is a child, and because of fate; it wasn't for doing business."

Song Guoliang was stunned. He had envisioned Shen Yan haggling, or perhaps pretending to decline before accepting, but he had never expected the other party to refuse so cleanly and decisively.

"Mr. Shen, this..."

"I don't lack money; I can do business on my own."

Shen Yan put down his teacup, looking directly into Song Guoliang’s cloudy yet sharp old eyes. The aura emanating from him was in no way inferior to this old titan who had dominated the business world for decades.

"If Elder Song truly wishes to thank me, then grant me convenience when I need to leverage the Song family’s shipping channels in the future. As for these things, please take them back. Don't let the smell of copper tarnish this affinity."

The living room fell into a brief silence.

Song Guoliang stared at Shen Yan for a long time, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter was booming, shaking the crystal chandelier overhead slightly.

"Good! Well said, Shen Yan! What a man who doesn't lack money!"

The old man’s gaze toward Shen Yan had completely changed. He was no longer looking at a benefactor, but at a peer worthy of an equal friendship across generations.

"I had only heard that Mr. Shen could turn clouds into rain in the technology sector, making those foreign devils submit completely. Seeing you today, you truly are a hero emerging from youth. I admire this bearing, old man!"

Song Guoliang waved his hand grandly, signaling the bodyguards to close the cases and take them away. Then, he pulled out a plain black business card from his chest pocket and handed it to Shen Yan with both hands.

"Since Mr. Shen looks down on those vulgar things, then this friendship, I, the old man, will make! This is my private card. In the future, in Jinghai, or even in the entire Chinese business circle, anyone who dares to trip up Mr. Shen will be going against me, Song Guoliang!"

This was what Shen Yan truly wanted.

The unconditional endorsement of a top noble family was worth far more than those tens of millions in cash and non-voting shares.

Shen Yan accepted the card with both hands and solemnly put it into his pocket.

The moment their hands clasped, the familiar system prompt sounded in Shen Yan's mind again, like heavenly music.

【Ding! Congratulations to the Host for completing the random emergency mission, "The Lost Lion Cub".】

【Mission Evaluation: Perfect. The Host not only demonstrated strong personal charisma but also successfully transformed an accident into top-tier strategic resources.】

【Rewards are being issued...】

【Congratulations to the Host for obtaining Level One authorization for "Future Business Intelligence" (Ability to predict the rise or fall trend of any single stock within the next 48 hours).】

【Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a random black technology blueprint: Quantum Entanglement Communication Base Station Prototype (Blueprint Completion: 10%).】

Shen Yan tightened his grip on Song Guoliang’s hand slightly, the smile on his face becoming even brighter.

"Elder Song, since you are here, why not stay for a casual meal before leaving? My wife’s wonton noodles are superb."

"Haha, great! Zhixing was praising it to me just now. I’d like to taste the cooking at Yujing Manor too!"

The old fox and the young fox exchanged a smile. Over this simple breakfast, they reached a silent alliance powerful enough to shake the future commercial landscape.

The atmosphere at the dining table was even more harmonious than expected.

The wonton noodles Liu Hui brought out had a rich broth, sprinkled with bright green chopped scallions and golden egg shreds.

The steaming white mist blurred the deceit and trickery of the commercial world.

Song Guoliang didn't stand on ceremony, slurping down several mouthfuls. A fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The old man ate contentedly, and his gaze toward Shen Yan became even more pleasing.

He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Brother Shen, the feng shui in your manor truly nurtures people. Even breakfast here tastes more authentic than what my old cook makes for this old man."

Shen Yan refilled the old man's teacup.

"If Elder Song likes it, please visit often in the future. This child Zhixing gets along well with Youyou; it’s good for them to see each other more."

Song Guoliang beamed, his eyes falling on Song Zhixing, who was currently wrestling with Shen An over a toy not far away.

After the terrifying moments of last night, seeing his grandson so energetic was more comforting to him than earning hundreds of millions.

"By the way, Brother Shen, I see your 'sky city' project is making quite a stir. Are you about to make major moves on the hardware side next?"

Experience shows the old are the sharpest; Song Guoliang saw through Shen Yan's current focus at a glance.

Shen Yan didn't hide anything either, lightly tracing the rim of his teacup with his finger.

"Indeed. The photon chip is just the first step. A large amount of precision raw materials will need to be imported later. The current shipping loss rate domestically is too high for me."