Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 713 - 79: Who Will Attend the Hongmen Banquet

"Though I can't show my face, there are benefits to remaining hidden in the shadows. It's just that I need to reach the level where you are."

Song Gengzhao wavered inside. He was eager to see Song Que, but his son's coming to the first fortress was undoubtedly more perilous than auspicious. Yet, as the old saying goes, what's done is done…

"I will personally come to get you."

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The first fortress, the sixth level.

The Song Family's sixth brother, Song Wei, lived up to his name, hidden yet uncompromising, protective without retreating. Over the years, the sixth brother has always been that most likable relative, simply because Song Wei seemed uninterested in the Song Family's business—or at least that's how it appeared to everyone.

Song Wei was also in his study, planning future affairs. Since it was inconvenient for him to show up, he could only offer strategies from within his study.

Song Wei's study was almost identical in layout to Song Gengzhao's, with an antique incense box on the desk and a framed calligraphy behind him. The rest of the decorations were extremely sparse, with just a few books on the shelf—not the typical success, literature, philosophy classics, or business manuals.

He didn't care for these books. Even if he did, he wouldn't display them in his study, but rather kept various dossiers and reports on the company's personnel and financial statements.

At that moment, the butler knocked on the door, not entering but reporting from outside the door:

"Sir, the lord has gone to the lower levels."

"What did he do?"

"He took a few guards. It looks like those were Sir Song Que's former subordinates."

Song Wei frowned slightly.

"Does Big Brother still have the will to fight?"

Actually, in terms of strategizing, Song Wei was not as good as Song Gengzhao, but he was adept at analyzing a person's state of mind. The way Song Gengzhao had stayed indoors for many days was clearly different from Li Wanye's.

While the latter was lying low, the former seemed somewhat dispirited. A little more provocation to stir up public sentiment, and Big Brother's abdication would come naturally.

Thus, Song Gengzhao's current move to meet with Song Que's former subordinates made Song Wei uneasy.

"Continue having someone keep watch."

"Yes."

After the butler left, Song Wei pondered for a while and then mumbled to himself:

"Even if Song Gengzhao is trying to win people's hearts at this moment and attract Song Que's old subordinates, it seems to hold little significance. Only members of the Song Family can contest for the lordship, and within the Song Family, nobody can compare with Song Zhuo. Heh, let's see what else you can pull off."

At this moment, Song Zhuo was on the third level, discussing business with someone.

Song Zhuo enjoyed conducting business in tea houses.

His name included the character for 'clumsy', and he looked even more naive than Song Que. Years of restraint seemed to have become a habit, and even when dealing with his inferiors, Song Zhuo always showed utmost courtesy.

This made many who did business with Song Zhuo sigh and remark that he was like a second Song Que.

Even though Song Zhuo always acted humbly, as if he was inferior to his brother Song Que, every time he heard those words, he felt a deep disdain originating from within his bones.

But he couldn't show it, because Song Que was indeed a mountain in his heart.

"Since Song Que is already the Chosen One with the Ten Gifts, you don't need to be one." His father Song Wei's words still frequently echoed in his ears.

"Why not? Dad, how am I inferior to him? He has the Ten Gifts, and so do I. Maybe my performance in the Chosen Trials will be even better than his."

"From now on, I don't allow you to be better than him. Remember, in my Song Wei's family, we don't flaunt our talents. A wild dog sharpens its teeth, but to no avail; you must not easily reveal your fangs, or everyone will become wary of you."

"Do I have to pretend to be a waste for the rest of my life?"

"He is Song Que; you are Song Zhuo. If he is a genius, then you are the waste."

"And what if he becomes a waste?"

Song Zhuo still remembered the expression on his father Song Wei's face after he said that.

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That expression was profound, with a certain longing in his eyes that was quickly suppressed.

"Such assumptions are not to be made. If such a day really comes, you'll naturally know what to do. But until that day arrives, you must remember that you are always just a child from Song Wei's family with average talent and mediocre aptitude."