Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1342 - 1327: All Just Rumors

A pair of polished leather shoes first caught Song Yun’s eye, followed by a tall figure in a well-fitted suit.

A middle-aged man wearing tortoiseshell glasses walked in from outside.

The middle-aged man’s hair was meticulously combed, and he appeared a bit thin but energetic. His eyebrows were rare sword brows, and his face had distinct chiseled features; however, perhaps due to age, his skin was slightly loose.

This man was Wen Changlin.

According to the information Song Yun obtained, Wen Changlin was nearing fifty this year, a top graduate from QH University who later went abroad for further studies. It seems every big shot’s son likes to study abroad.

After his studies abroad, Wen Changlin returned to China in his thirties to start a business. With the support of his family, his career naturally flourished. Later he ventured into real estate, reportedly among the first batch of major real estate tycoons in Shen Zhou along with Wang Billion from the Wen Commerce Association back in the day. However, Wang Billion later switched to other ventures, while Wen Changlin, due to his background, continued in real estate. After more than ten years of development, Golden Saint Real Estate had already become one of the top real estate companies nationwide, and Wen Changlin himself had naturally earned a fortune.

As for the saying that xx’s children can’t go into business, that’s just something to fool idiots.

In Song Yun’s data, Wen Changlin’s background was relatively clean; basically, every project he developed went smoothly. With a father watching over him, it’s hard not to succeed.

Song Yun had contacted Wen Changlin once, on the phone last time, and Wen Changlin’s voice was quite gentle and refined. Seeing the real person, he wasn’t disappointed.

"Dad!"

At this moment, Wen Ting showed a bit of feminine side, ran over to Wen Changlin, grabbed his hand, and said, "Tired from the meeting?"

"Hmm, it’s okay."

Wen Changlin’s face showed a doting expression and said, "How about it? Hungry?"

"I’m alright, just had something to eat at the Bund with Shen Yan and the others."

Wen Ting said.

"Them?"

Wen Changlin paused for a moment, then looked over at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan quickly stood up and called out, "Uncle Wen."

"Mm!"

Wen Changlin nodded, not paying much attention to Shen Yan, but focusing his gaze on Song Yun.

Song Yun stood up a bit slower than Shen Yan, and didn’t rush as Shen Yan did.

"Uncle Wen."

Song Yun followed Shen Yan in addressing him.

In terms of age, Wen Changlin was about the same as Song Yun’s uncle.

"You are?"

Wen Changlin showed a slightly surprised expression, "You are Song Yun?"

"Haha, Uncle Wen, have you seen me?" Song Yun asked with a smile.

"Haha, no, but I’ve seen your photos!"

Wen Changlin’s face showed obvious delight, walked directly to Song Yun’s side, reached out his hand first, and Song Yun didn’t hesitate to extend his hand as well.

"Song Yun, here’s the thing, this counts as our first meeting! Haha!" Wen Changlin laughed while shaking Song Yun’s hand, saying.

"Indeed, Uncle Wen is much more handsome than I saw in the photos!" Song Yun laughed.

"At my age, whether handsome or not doesn’t matter anymore. Tingting, how do you know Song Yun? I haven’t heard you mention it!"

Wen Changlin turned to Wen Ting and said.

Wen Ting’s face showed a clear surprised expression. She didn’t understand why the person Shen Yan brought made her father so happy and seemed to regard him highly. Could it be that this person is someone exceptional? Hearing her father’s words, Wen Ting said, "I just met Song Yun today, just met!"

"Just met today? Oh, I see, Shen Yan, you brought Song Yun, right?" Wen Changlin asked with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Wen." Shen Yan said respectfully, "Song Yun is my brother, he happened to be in SH, so I invited him out."

Shen Yan showed much more respect to Wen Changlin than Song Yun did. Song Yun was strong and a Song Family descendant, having a much higher status than Shen Yan. Facing Wen Changlin, Song Yun could manage equal communication, but Shen Yan couldn’t, especially since he needed something from him.

"Oh, Song Yun, already in SH, yet didn’t come to see me sooner, that’s not right!" Wen Changlin seemed to scold Song Yun instead of paying attention to Shen Yan.

"Haha, came for some matters, just finished, then Shen Yan said to come see you, that’s why we came together."

Song Yun shifted the topic back to Shen Yan, focusing on why he’s here today for business talks with Shen Yan.

At this point, Wen Changlin glanced at Shen Yan again, saying, "Little Shen, anything that needs to be said, you can talk at the dinner table, okay?"

"Sure, Uncle Wen, whatever you say, whenever you say!" Shen Yan said with a big smile.

At this moment, Wen Ting walked over curiously to Song Yun and Wen Changlin and said, "Dad, you know Song Yun?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Just met today, but we’ve been familiar for a long time!" Wen Changlin said, "You just returned from overseas, so you don’t know Song Yun. If you were in Beijing, mentioning Song Yun, who wouldn’t know him? He just stirred things up upon entering Beijing, later tangled with the Three Heroes, and finally made a big impact, achieving great things upon returning to Sunan. Anyway, there are more tales of Song Yun. Daughter, your brother, Lei Chenyu, is also one of his defeated opponents!"

"That’s impossible!"

Wen Ting shook her head and said, "Brother Lei is formidable, impossible for him to be beaten by that! I have fought Song Yun myself!"

"Who won?"

Wen Changlin asked.

"I won!"

"That’s because he let you win!" Wen Changlin laughed and said, "Song Yun is now ranked in the top fifty on the War God List, even rumored to be in the top twenty. Your half-baked skills can’t beat him!"

"Really?"

Wen Ting stared at Song Yun and asked.

"These... rumors are just rumors, you can’t trust them."

Song Yun modestly waved his hand, expecting Wen Ting to worship him but instead receiving Wen Ting’s... punch. Damn, this girl is fierce, quick to throw a punch without hesitation.

"How dare you fool me, letting me win! Are you looking down on me, mocking me!? Take this! I don’t want you to let me win! Come on, let’s fight again!"

Wen Ting shouted and threw a punch at Song Yun.