Chapter 158: Old Man, Zhang Jian (3 More Chapters, Please Subscribe or Order by Yourself)

Shanghai Hongqiao International Airport, VIP room.

Several bodyguards in black suits guarded the door.

Song Yaoru and his father Song Shixiong were sitting in the VIP room...

The father and son, Song Shixiong, who is ninety-eight years old, and Song Yaoru, who is already in his seventies, are tense and have some uneasiness in their expressions.

Because what they were going to see this time was a real immortal who had lived for hundreds of years. "Where does the owner of the flight information come from?" Song Shixiong asked in a deep voice. "My subordinates are still investigating..." Song Yaoru whispered. Because I didn't dare to directly mobilize the permission to investigate, I could only rely on many people to make insinuations, so the progress of the investigation was very slow.

Another ten minutes later.

The female secretary in a suit hurried in and said something in Song Yaoru's ear. "okay."

"You go down first." Song Yaoru said solemnly.

"It's the Zhang family of Malaysia."

Song Yaoru looked at his father with a solemn expression and said.

Naturally, the Song family would know the name of the Malaysian Zhang family. "The Zhang family in Malaysia?"

Song Shixiong's expression changed, revealing his thoughts.

"The Zhang family's hidden strength in the Southeast Asian peninsula and Malaysia is very terrifying..." "It turns out that members of my 'Eternal Life Club' are actually controlling it." Song Shixiong continued.

Time passes little by little.

One forty in the afternoon.

A subordinate entered the VIP room and informed Song Shixiong and his son that the plane was about to land.

Song Yaoru pushed his father Song Shixiong out of the conference room...

The group of people rushed directly to the landing channel and waited outside the landing point... The airport runway was empty, and it was early spring.

At the landing point, it was windy and a bit cold.

Seeing this, Song Yaoru quickly took off his black woolen coat and covered his father. When the secretary behind him saw this, he immediately gestured to the bodyguard further behind the team... "Sir, please dress first."

Soon, the secretary took the clothes from the bodyguard and handed them to Song Yaoru.

In the sky, the Bombardier Global Express, the same private jet as Bill Gates, began to circle, waiting for the order to land.

After the dispatch signal is sent.

The Bombardier Global Express begins its descent.

Song Yaoru and Song Shixiong, father and son, were in awe. Wait for the plane to stop slowly...

The father and son got into a black Rolls-Royce and drove towards the plane with the convoy.

The two of them were waiting next to the Bombardier Global Express, watching as the cabin door was opened and the gangway was slowly lowered... After a while, the accompanying people began to appear.

Afterwards, Zhang Wuxu and Zhang Wenyuan from the Malaysian Zhang family, as well as an old man surrounded by the crowd, appeared in front of Song Yaoru and Song Shixiong, the father and son.

The eyes of Song Yaoru and his father Song Shixiong swept over Zhang Wuxu and Zhang Wenyuan.

These two people are the apparent leaders of the Zhang family, and their information has naturally been seen by the Song family father and son. According to their guess, neither Zhang Wuxu nor Zhang Wenyuan were immortals... Their eyes narrowed and they looked at the last mysterious 'old man'.

Judging from the postures of the Zhang family, especially Zhang Wuxu and Zhang Wenyuan, this old man obviously has the highest status... 'I can't tell my age' 'He is too old'' His eyes are cloudy and vicissitudes, as if he can see through the world' Excited! very excited! ’ ‘My body is shaking…’ ‘My eyes are filled with tears…

Keywords appeared in the minds of the Song family father and son one by one.

"Everyone, welcome back to Heaven."

"We are here to greet you at your command..."

Song Yaoru pushed his father Song Shixiong to the Zhang family who had already got off the plane. The first sentence was to Zhang Wuxu and others, but the last sentence was to look at the old man at the center with respect.

Hear Song Yaoru's words.

Zhang Jian has not responded yet.

His grandson Zhang Wuxu and son Zhang Wenyuan had constricted pupils and shortness of breath. "Thank you sir for your concern..."

Zhang Jian made a voice and said piously and respectfully.

Whether it is the Song family father and son or the Zhang family, they are carefully considering and testing each other, and every sentence and word they say is carefully considered.

Zhang Jian, Song Shixiong and Song Yaoru got into a car.

The rest of the Zhang family got into other vehicles. The motorcade started and headed out of the airport...

"I haven't been back for a hundred years."

"The changes in Magic City are really great."

In the carriage, the sound insulation board had been raised, and there were only three people, Zhang Jian, Song Shixiong, and Song Yaoru.

Zhang Jian looked out the car window at the scene in the Magic City, his old and cloudy eyes were shining, his face turned red, and he kept talking.

Hearing the old man's words, Song Shixiong and Song Yaoru, father and son, looked at each other. "Mr. Zhang, I wonder... what year and month it was when you left?" Song Shixiong asked tentatively. "The fifteenth year of the Republic of China."

Zhang Jian glanced at the ninety-eight-year-old Song Shixiong, withdrew his gaze and responded.

He continued to look out the window.

He seemed reluctant to miss a single thing.

When he left, this land was troubled by external and internal troubles and had no future. Now, the days have finally changed! It lives up to what Mr. Zhang once said: "The mountains and rivers remain, the country is peaceful and the people are safe." "Mr. Zhang was also a native of Magic City?" Song Yaoru asked cautiously.

"I'm from Tongnan City. I once set up some businesses in the Magic City..."

Zhang Jian responded in a deep voice.

"Mr. Zhang, I haven't introduced you in detail yet. This is my father Song Shixiong. My name is Song Yaoru..." Song Yaoru said respectfully. "Who is Song Shujia to you?" Zhang Jian looked at the father and son of the Song family and asked. "He is my great-grandfather." Song Shixiong replied after hearing the voice. Song Yaoru sat aside, and Song Shujia was his great-grandfather.

"Shujia and I were good friends. I never thought that today, I would still have the day to meet his descendants." Zhang Zhaode Zhao Jian sighed inexplicably, as if lamenting the passage of time, he said.

"I don't know what the old man's name is..." Song Shixiong asked respectfully.

"My name is Zhang Jian, and my courtesy name is Jizhi."

Zhang Jian smiled, his expression gradually became serious, and he said in a deep voice.

Hearing this name, Song Shixiong and his son trembled, their hearts beat heavily, and even, in an instant, their scalps were numb.

It turns out... it's this person!

Zhang Jian was once a legendary figure in Shanghai!

A modern industrialist, politician, and educator in China, he advocated "saving the country through industry".

An early pioneer in the cotton textile field in China, the founder of Tongnan University, Shanghai Ocean University, Shanghai Maritime University, Fudan University, Jinling University, etc.

Fudan University School of Medicine, Old Building.

Lu Li was playing chess with Du Weiwei in the study.

He glanced out the window, with a smile on his face. .