Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1146 - 1147: The Unwelcome True Daughter 90

The crowd watched them leave together, and someone suddenly chimed in, "Are they sure they’re not a couple?"

"No, doesn’t Fu Jie have a girlfriend?" Even as low-key as he is, Fu Jie is known to have a steady girlfriend.

"One has a girlfriend, and the other has two kids." Everyone truly understood that they hadn’t ended up together.

Looking at Song Ziming on the side, "Aren’t you close with them? Didn’t you try to persuade them to be together back then?"

"Exactly, you’re pretty close with Fu Jie. If they got together, wouldn’t you be with Zhang Yu?"

"I heard Zhang Yu invested in another project, could make at least a few small projects worth." Someone said in a sour tone.

"A few small projects." Someone sneered, "Just watch, hold on for a few years, when the project goes public, her wealth might just double."

With these words, everyone present took a deep breath, "Really can’t compare."

"Why haven’t we come across such a good opportunity."

"I came across one last time, but they insisted on waiting for Zhang Yu, saying they’d rather cooperate with her." A person who competed with Zhang Yu for a project recalled that incident angrily.

"You competed with Zhang Yu for a project, how could you win." Everyone gave her a thumbs-up, "Bravery deserves praise."

Song Ziming has recently been busy discussing with the Fu Family about entering the new energy company, hoping to strike it rich again.

He didn’t pay attention to Zhang Yu’s situation, knowing she invested in another major project that would easily double her wealth, his face was not looking good.

These words already made him unhappy, and what the others said next made him even more unhappy, almost to the point of spitting blood.

"Didn’t Fu Jie also invest in this project?" Someone hesitated.

"Of course he invested, he’s got money." Someone else spoke with a tone of envy and hatred.

"I really don’t understand how Zhang Yu chooses projects, most of the ones she picks succeed, and few fail."

"She really profits from every investment. Back then, when she bought a vineyard abroad, everyone thought she had made a loss this time."

"In the end, she made quite a lot of money."

Since the topic had come to this, they naturally talked about the now-hot vineyard scene, which made Song Ziming realize how booming this market is.

He dared not check online to see the current market price of the vineyard he sold, afraid that he’d break down mentally after seeing it.

Song Ziming didn’t want to check the prices online, but someone brought it up anyway, not realizing he was the previous owner of the vineyard.

They discussed it because the new owner is a big shot in the investment circle.

Upon hearing the transaction price this time, Song Ziming nearly vomited blood; it had risen by fifty percent from the price he sold it at.

Bear in mind, after holding it for years, it had only gone up ten percent. Considering the investment he made after purchasing the vineyard, he’d actually lost money.

Yet, the person who bought the farm easily made money; it had only gone up twenty percent before, but now, in such a short time, it increased so much.

"It rose by so much?" He stabilized his emotions, making sure they wouldn’t find out he once invested in a vineyard; otherwise, if it got around, his disastrous New Year would become laughable.

Regarding his investment judgment, quite a few were already mocking him behind his back, pointing fingers and saying every project he invests in should be avoided.

For all these whispers and murmurs, Song Ziming had developed a knack for outright ignoring them, proving his mental resilience was top-notch.

The only thing bothersome for him was that this rumor spread, and many projects became wary of him, fearing that his investment would ruin them.

Song Ziming was unwilling to accept it and wanted to root out those spreading these words, but unfortunately, there were too many, making it impossible to find anyone. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He also knew the best solution was to prove through facts that his investment prowess was solid.

But after reviewing his investment results, Song Ziming abandoned the idea, fearing that actually making them public would completely make him the laughingstock in everyone’s mouth.

After thinking for a long time, Song Ziming figured he should consult professionals and hope these investment experts could help him make money.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t even bother socializing with them. Unfortunately, after making the rounds, Song Ziming was horrified to discover that the best investor was actually Zhang Yu.

Fu Jie, following Zhang Yu, quietly got rich; he participated in all the major projects she invested in.

Song Ziming didn’t know how he left the gathering place; when he came to his senses, he was already sitting in the car.

His new wife looked at him with great concern, "Are you, are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Song Ziming shook his head, wanting to say something, "Drive."

"I’ll drop you off first, I’m going to find the old man." In recent years, Song Ziming hasn’t consulted Song Weikang much, as the old man had aged, his thinking and views had become outdated.

But now, Song Ziming thought it was necessary to have a talk with the old man and do a thorough analysis.

His new wife naturally couldn’t object, knowing how assertive he was; once he made a decision, he would notify you rather than discuss it with you.

Arriving at the old house, Song Ziming felt how it was as aged and solemn as the old man himself.

Since they split, his uncles and aunts rarely visited the old man, not even during festive reunions where crowds gathered like before; such scenes hadn’t been seen in a while.

Even at family weddings or funerals, it wasn’t a full house, and when they did meet, it was with estranged and indifferent faces.

Song Ziming knew some relatives hadn’t been living well these past few years; some companies had gone bankrupt, others barely hung on.

Some were doing alright, but still couldn’t compare to before.

The only ones flourishing in the Song Family were Song Shijian’s, and Song Ziming knew many in the family had critical opinions about them, expressing dissatisfaction and often speaking ill of them.

But despite their resentment, they could only flattery because the Song’s Foundation still existed, and even if the annual distribution was not much, it still amounted to about a hundred thousand a year per person.

This money couldn’t allow them to live as they did before, but at least they didn’t have to worry or run around for living expenses.

Song Dafa had been resting, and upon receiving the notice that Song Ziming was coming over, he was genuinely surprised, though bewildered, he still got up.

It should be known that in these two years, Song Ziming hadn’t visited much, mainly only during the festive seasons.

Coming over at this hour, could something have happened?

After waiting for a long time, he saw Song Ziming standing there, just standing stupidly, not daring to make a sound, just quietly waiting.