Mr. Mo, your wife has given birth to triplets again.

Chapter 693 Song Weilong was so angry after reading the news online that his veins bulged.

"Wife, you're right to scold me. I underestimated how enthusiastic these people are about receiving red envelopes."

Helian Cheng looked relieved; thankfully, his wife had come up with a solution to break the deadlock.

"Let's hurry home, I'm afraid more people will come later."

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

"Driver, let's go home."

Helian Cheng gave an order.

"Okay, young master."

The driver agreed and drove back to the He family villa.

"Uncle Xiang, we got our marriage certificate today, we're so happy, you'll get a red envelope too."

Song Zhizhi called to the driver, then took out a large red envelope and placed it next to the driver's seat.

"Thank you, young mistress. I wish you both a loving and happy marriage."

The driver, Lao Xiang, replied with a smug grin.

At the entrance of the He family villa

The butler and a group of servants were waiting at the door.

Some of the servants saw the video online and were overjoyed, waiting for the young master to return so they could receive a large red envelope.

As soon as Helian Cheng got out of the car, the butler, accompanied by a group of servants, greeted him with joyful congratulations.

"Uncle Guan, thank you for your blessings. Please give these red envelopes to them!"

Helian Cheng was very happy to receive the blessings. He took out a large bag of red envelopes and handed them to the butler.

"Thank you, young master. Please go and rest. I have already prepared your rooms. I wish you a happy marriage, young master and young mistress."

Guan Bole was delighted.

Because the red envelope in his hand was thicker than the servants'.

The young master is treating him differently!

Helian Cheng put his arm around Song Zhizhi and went upstairs.

Song Group President's Office

Song Weilong is still in contact with several wealthy business friends with whom he has a good relationship by phone.

The Song Group is in dire straits, and he can no longer rely on Helian Cheng, so he has no choice but to ask his friends for investment.

"Old Zhang, can you lend me a hand? I desperately need an injection of funds."

"Old Song! My group has recently taken on several big projects, and all the funds have been invested. I can't help you with that! I have a meeting to attend to. You'll have to think of another way."

"I…"

Before Song Weilong could finish speaking, the other party hung up the phone, and all that could be heard from the receiver was the dial tone.

He then dialed another friend's number.

"Mr. Zeng, could you please do me a favor?"

"Who are you? I'm Mr. Zeng's special assistant. Mr. Zeng is on a business trip abroad and is not in Country C. We'll contact you when he returns."

The other party hung up the phone with a "click".

Song Weilong felt his vision go black.

These two people were his closest friends, and they both politely declined. Who else could he ask for help from?

After thinking for a moment, he dialed the phone numbers of several friends he often got together with.

Without exception, they all made various excuses and prevarications, all conveying the same message: they had no money.

After hanging up the phone, veins bulged on Song Weilong's forehead.

They're all nice to each other normally, but they can't be relied on when it really matters.

"Is begging Zhizhi the only option left?"

At this moment, Song Weilong was filled with deep regret.

If they had known their daughter would marry the head of the He family, they shouldn't have treated her so badly before.

Now that the Song Group is on the verge of bankruptcy, what can he do?

He was completely unaware that Helian Jue had already begun to take action to suppress the Song Group.

All his friends had been coerced, bribed, and threatened by Helian Jue; who would dare to help him now?

Those people are just businessmen from third-rate wealthy circles in Country C. Who would dare to go against the Hers Group?

Moreover, Helian Cheng has the support of the Mo family.

Their assets weren't even enough for Mo Erchen, the ruthless second son of the Mo family.

Who doesn't know that Mo Erchen and Helian Cheng are as close as brothers? Who doesn't know that Helian Cheng is Mo Tingye's godson?

Can they stand up to the Mohists?

To protect themselves, none of them dared to help Song Weilong.

Song Weilong rubbed his aching brow, at a loss for what to do.

Just as he was about to pick up his phone and dial his daughter Song Zhizhi's number, Song Huiyao pushed the door open and barged in.

"Dad, please look at the news online! Helian Cheng and Song Zhizhi...they..."

"Didn't they go to get their marriage certificate? What happened?"

Song Weilong was a little angry.

"Dad, they're handing out huge red envelopes to people getting their marriage certificates and passersby at the Civil Affairs Bureau. I heard online that each red envelope is worth anywhere from 5,000 to 10,000 yuan. That spendthrift Helian Cheng! If we had that money, it would have eased the group's current cash flow problem!"

Song Huiyao was furious.

It was as if the money Helian Cheng distributed was also his own, and he felt the pain of it.

"What did you say? That bastard wouldn't invest in me, and instead sent the money to a stranger?"

Song Weilong was so angry at the news that his hands were trembling, and his phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Really, Dad, look at the video online! He left two bodyguards behind and is still giving red envelopes to strangers. You need to find a way to stop him. Call Song Zhizhi, or force Xiao Wenying to go to the He family and make her find a way to ask for money."

"Okay, we'll do it your way. Call Xiao Wenying and tell her to go to the He family and ask for money. That spendthrift is really willing to spend it!"

Song Weilong turned on the computer on the table and started reading the news.

Seeing the huge crowds at the Civil Affairs Bureau, all there to receive red envelopes, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

That's real gold and silver! Plenty of pure cash!

If you were to tally up the amount of those red envelopes sent out, it would probably be around ten million yuan, right? This stupid son-in-law just gave it all away to strangers for nothing?

Is he crazy? Or just plain stupid?

Song Weilong was so anxious he was seeing stars.

“Huiyao, hurry... hurry and call Xiao Wenying, tell her to go to the He family and make a scene with He Liancheng. No matter what means she uses, she has to get ten million from He Liancheng.”

"Okay, Dad, I'll call her right away."

Song Huiyao picked up his phone and dialed Xiao Wenying's number.

In the Mo family's old house

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips slightly as she saw the news and videos online.

A hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

She didn't think her godson was stupid for giving so much money to strangers.

Instead, they were worried that his actions would lead to more and more people going to the Civil Affairs Bureau, causing a huge stampede.

She was also worried about the safety of her godson and daughter-in-law.

With so many people surrounding them, if things got out of control, the scene would be unimaginable.

She picked up her phone and dialed her second son, Mo Erchen.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

In the group president's office, Mo Erchen was discussing the project signing process with his assistant.

“Liancheng and Zhizhi went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate. After he came out with the certificate, he gave red envelopes to his bodyguards, which caused a lot of people to surround them and give them red envelopes. I’m worried about Liancheng and Zhizhi’s safety.”

"Mom, don't worry, Liancheng just called me. They've returned safely to the He family."

"Look at this kid, getting married is a joyous occasion, how did he almost turn it into an accident!"

Mu Qianqian's tone carried a hint of reproach.

"Mom, don't worry about them. They're happy to have gotten their marriage certificate. They'll be coming over to tell you the good news later. Zhiyi and I will be back soon too. Please have the kitchen prepare a lot of dishes so we can celebrate with Liancheng and the others tonight."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned and went to the kitchen.