The journey starts from the Titanic

Situ Nan stood behind Laura and saw Song Meiling's eyes dim for an instant, but when she turned around, she saw Song Meiling smile generously: "Welcome to Shanghai! Miss Laura."

Originally, she wanted to call Mrs. Laura, but she didn't know why she turned into a young lady.

After 3 seconds, Situ Nan's eyes shifted to Song Ziwen, a handsome gentleman on the side.

Song Ziwen's face is a little big, a little thin, cheekbones are a little protruding, and he wears a pair of glasses. It looks similar to Situ Nan's memory. Situ Nan recognized Song Ziwen at a glance, but the real person is younger and more energetic than historical photos. A bit of vitality, a little less vigor.

Seeing Situ Nan, Song Ziwen was a little nervous, moved his finger, but immediately retracted.Let Situ Nan find it interesting.

"Song Ziwen?" Situ Nan said, watching Song Ziwen.

"Yes!" Song Ziwen lowered his head slightly, avoiding Situ Nan's eyes.

"I'm Situ Nan! I've heard of you all the time, but I finally saw it today. It's great!" Situ Nan smiled and shook hands with Song Ziwen, "If it weren't for the grandson Mr. Song wanted you to return home, you might have entered two years ago. We have known my company a long time ago."

"Huh?" Song Ziwen looked at Situ Nan with a puzzled expression. Even Song Meiling on the side turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on Situ Nan's face again.

"That's it. When I was in San Francisco, I met Mr. Song and knew that you were studying at Harvard. I also stayed at Harvard before and knew that the students there were very good, so I wanted you to come to my company after graduation. . However, my father’s son is eager and wants you to return home."

Situ Nan opened his hands and said with some regret.

This was a joke between him and Song Jiashu a few years ago, but Song Jiashu said that he considered it. Later, Situ Nan thought that the Song family and Sun Wen and others were too close, because the revolutionary party Lin Yifu came to pay for the donation, which made Situ Nan a little annoying. There was no enthusiasm for a while.

Thinking about it so far, I was still influenced by my inherent impressions at that time, and I took Sun and the Revolutionaries too seriously, fearing that they would endanger myself.

In fact, it is unnecessary.

Song Ziwen is talented. If he could enter the fast-growing Robles Securities Company or Occidental Petroleum or Meihua Company at that time, his fate would be very different.

"Oh, that's the case." Song Ziwen nodded, only then knew that there was still such a secret, whether it was true or not, Song Jiashu was dead, and there was no way to verify it.

But he faintly felt that Situ Nan seemed to be very familiar with the Song family, and he seemed to value himself a little too much?

Thinking of this, he was a little excited.

Song Meiling's dance was really not in vain, at least her communicative ability is first-rate.Besides, she and Laura have many topics in common.

Church work, charity education, cultural salons, fashionable clothes movies, etc., all of a sudden I got to know a lot.

Laura had a very good impression of Soong Meiling. From Nanyang to Guangzhou, except for Liu Zixuan, who had studied in London, she could hardly find a girlfriend who was so in the same shot with herself.

Sometimes, the wives of those Chinese businessmen whom Situ Nan associates with are models of virtuous and virtuous, incompatible with Laura.

Fortunately, his son Andy, who has become more and more lively and naughty, drained Laura's energy, otherwise she would feel too bored.

Liu Zixuan stayed in Guangzhou to deal with the affairs of the William Foundation, but was unable to come to Shanghai temporarily.The appearance of Song Meiling has effectively replaced some of Liu Zixuan's roles, but her personality is much more assertive.

"Shanghai has many dance parties, salons, and church choirs, even Paris fashion, American movies, colorful and everything, no more than New York." Song Meiling introduced.

"That's great. I think I will have a good memory here." Laura happily took Song Meiling's hand.

"So this is his woman!" Song Meiling looked at Laura and sighed.Noble and generous, quick thinking, to a certain extent, the two have very similar temperaments, except that one was born in the Mellon family of Pittsburgh and the other is a pastor who returned to Shanghai from the United States to preach....

Stepping into the cabin, Song Ziwen was amazed by the luxury of the William. The decoration on the ship was even more advanced than the most luxurious villa of the Sassoon family he had seen in Shanghai. This made him feel that he was the most foreigner in Shanghai. People are also a bit soiled.

He didn't know that many parts of the William were designed with reference to the Titanic, but it was not as large as the Titanic.

As the owner, Situ Nan's enthusiasm is also a kind of show off to a certain extent. He thinks Song Ziwen is good, and he intends to let him see the treasures he collects, so he takes him to visit his collection room.

Situ Nan loves blue and white porcelain most, so when Nanyang was in Guangzhou, he successively scraped a batch of blue and white porcelain, but 50 of them were either top-quality or top-quality.

At this moment, these victory products are neatly placed on special shelves.

"These shelves are shock-proof and shatter-proof. If it weren't overturned, you don't have to worry about the porcelain inside even if you encounter a big storm."

Situ Nan smiled and stroked a handful of delicate porcelain noodles.

"Please tell me that there are a lot of antiques in Beijing, Tianjin, and you can find some good things without much money. I don't know what about Shanghai?" Situ Nan asked.

"Yeah. There are also many here in Shanghai. The former Huzhou silk merchants and the warlord celebrities who went down to Shanghai to settle in Shanghai brought a lot of antiques and cultural relics. There were also smugglers who flocked to Shanghai from various places. Some interesting things received were brought to Shanghai to try their luck." Song Ziwen sighed.

I added that most of those things fell into the hands of foreigners, who looted China's cultural relics arbitrarily, just like the treasures of the William collection in front of them, and I don't know where to collect them.

Song Ziwen was not familiar with Situ Nan. Seeing that his wife was also American, he was obviously more foreignized, so he swallowed the last sentence.

"Oh!" After listening to Song Ziwen's words, Situ Nan had some ideas and thought, if possible, open an auction house!

You can make money and buy cultural relics, why not do it?I wonder if absinthe has arrived in Xinjiang?Something goes well?

Situ Nan thought, not paying attention to Song Ziwen's expression.

When he walked to a pile of purple wood, he found that Song Ziwen beside him had lost his color.

"Red sandalwood! It is actually red sandalwood! What a huge pile!"

Before them, the red sandalwood with a diameter of 20 cm was cut into a length of 3 meters, a total of 18 pieces, neatly stacked in a pile, like a shiny red blood clot.

Ordinary people get a small piece of red sandalwood, and he has a bunch of them here.Although it is only wood and has no processing, it is more precious than gold of the same volume.

If sold out, this pile of red sandalwood is worth at least four or five million, or even more!

Song Ziwen couldn't help cursing in his heart: "This guy is really a violent thing! He is so conscience!"

As Song Ziwen thought, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the surface of the germanium red wood, feeling that his fingers were a little bit like, the red sandalwood seemed to have blood oozing out, and his heart couldn't help convulsing heavily.

His expression fell into Situ Nan's eyes, and Situ Nan enjoyed Song Ziwen's expression very much.

"Hehe, I happened to pass by Nanyang, and I got these by accident. It is said that the tree is thousands of years old, but these things are a bit heavy, and it took a lot of effort to ship." Situ Nan smiled brilliantly.

These red sandalwoods were found in the virgin forest near the Minas oil field in Sumatra, but they have now become Situ Nan's prohibition.

Some indigenous Indonesians also discovered the two red sandalwoods before. Unfortunately, before they could tell the news, Zhang Chengdong, the leader of the security team, brought a group of ruthless internal guards to the door to destroy them, and finally turned them into a pile of rotting in the forest. Dead body.

Those poor natives not only did not get the red sandalwood, but also lost their lives. Their homeland is now the territory of the Sumatra Petroleum Company.

I really answered that sentence, all the treasures in the world, the more precious, the more bloody!Behind them are full of the sins of human greed.

"This really opened my eyes. Congratulations, Mr. Situ." Song Ziwen reluctantly withdrew his eyes from the pile of crimson, trying to wake up from the stimulation of the pile of red sandalwood.

"This thing can be met and unacceptable, it does require some luck. However, when people reach a certain height, these external objects will follow." Situ Nan pointed out Song Ziwen intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Ziwen nodded, his eyes clearer thoughtfully.

"I heard that the old lady is not in good health? I want to send a piece of wood to her. Ziwen can find a craftsman to make a chair or pillow when I go back. It is said that the wood has a good effect." Situ Nan smiled generously.

"This..." Song Ziwen looked at Situ Nan in surprise, the ceremony was too heavy.

"That's it." Before Song Ziwen refused, Situ Nan made a decision.