"It’s from the corners that one can clearly observe the surroundings," Mr. Deng said aningfully, "Little girl, do you still rember what I told you last ti, that one should avoid being impulsive in their actions."
Su Ziceng sensed sothing unusual in Mr. Deng’s words.
"I’ve heard about your affairs, the auction went well, but what happened after that? I am already ninety-two years old, I’m afraid I might not see those promising deeds you might achieve in the future," Mr. Deng’s tone beca sowhat gloomy, as his life, amongst the ranks of the Quanrong Army, often involved many decisions and positions beyond his control.
"I have disappointed you," Su Ziceng thought back to the ti in Bianjing City, recalling that conversation with Mr. Deng that was almost like discussing heroes over wine, feeling a twinge of guilt, her bold statents back then had now turned into nothing but thin air.
"Never lose heart until things co to an end," Mr. Deng comforted her affectionately, "I should go in now, looking at you, I know that no troubles will befall you anymore."
The tree shadows swayed, and Su Ziceng saw seriousness on Mr. Deng’s face as well.
"I should go inside," Mr. Deng stood up, and Su Ziceng noticed that after two years not seeing him, Mr. Deng’s back appeared considerably more hunched, "I ca south on this inspection tour mainly to see the changes here; twenty-so years ago, this place was probably just a small fishing village."
"Yes," Su Ziceng looked at the lush green grass beneath her feet, her gaze shifted towards the banquet hall entrance which was wide open, and she seed to see a beige figure that quickly disappeared in the bright lights.
After a while, Hang Yishao ran out from inside, mumbling: "It’s so strange, I was just questioned by soone."
"Yishao, this is..." Su Ziceng wanted to introduce Mr. Deng to Hang Yishao, but nobody was beside her anymore; the spot where Mr. Deng had been sitting no longer had anyone, only a patch of grass that had been bent down and sprung back up remained, this ti, Mr. Deng left without that gray cushion.
In Bianjing City’s Jinmao Center, it was as bustling as usual, today, the Bank Chairman just stepped out of the elevator on the fifty-first floor when his confidential secretary hurriedly approached him, "Chairman, it’s a red-header docunt."
When the Bank Chairman heard it was a red-header docunt, he hurriedly took it. As he opened the docunt, he muttered, "There hasn’t been any important eting lately, why issue a red-header docunt?"
To the three financial giants on the fifty-first floor of the Jinmao Center, the governnt was their strongest support, and governnt docunts co in three types: blue-header representing the least serious matters, orange for dium issues, and red for the most critical and urgent matters that demand imdiate action.
"One thing," the confidential secretary lowered his voice, "Mr. Deng has gone on his second Southern Inspection."
"What? Sothing this important and you’re only telling now," the Bank Chairman couldn’t help complaining; a Southern Inspection is a major event, the last ti Mr. Deng went on a Southern Inspection, he completely transford the economic structure of Z country in one fell swoop.
"This ti Mr. Deng’s Southern Inspection was decided hastily and ended just as quickly. After inspecting Mo City, Mr. Deng continued southward but suddenly felt tightness in his chest, forcing the inspection to a halt," the confidential secretary dared not let this news leak, as the securities chairman repeatedly cautioned that it might cause stock market fluctuations.
"Tightness? Hasn’t Mr. Deng always been in good health?" the Bank Chairman opened the docunt and saw only a few words: "Private enterprises are the biggest driving force in economic developnt, appropriately relax the credit control."
"What does this an?" the Bank Chairman looked at the brief directive.
The confidential secretary rolled his eyes, "This docunt was delivered by Mr. Deng’s orderly, and besides leaving this docunt, he also..." the secretary feigned a gesture in front of the Bank Chairman, writing a word.
"Su?" the Bank Chairman understood, and as he looked again at the docunt, he felt doubly confused, wondering why this was again related to the Su Family.
The Bank Chairman weighed the pros and cons, and eventually decided to endure the pain and drop the price to five billion, temporarily postponing the Su Family’s loan. It didn’t matter that the Hang Family did not provide a guarantee, the nation had already given Su Family the best guarantee.
"I really don’t understand, when the Su Family was doing well, there seed to be no ntion of any connection with the governnt, but now when they’re down, all kinds of true and false gods seem to co out to lend a hand," although the Bank Chairman refused Pello’s request, he still couldn’t help but shift the bla onto others.
"Oh, is there anyone in the world you have to be wary of, Mr. Chairman?" Listening to Pello’s tone on the phone, it didn’t seem too critical.
"Earl of Wizi, this is the state of affairs in Z country, you’ll understand it eventually," the Bank Chairman sighed.
"It is not for the Chairman to feel too troubled, otherwise, it would be my fault," Pello changed the topic, he had seen the conversation between Su Ziceng and Mr. Deng that night, and knowing that even Mr. Deng would intervene, there was nothing he could do about the Su Family’s matter.
However, he could still ss with other people’s plans.
"I’ll still offer fifty-three billion to buy those shares of the Su Family, but I have a small request, I’d like the Chairman to help out, I want to know about a specific fund’s movent within the Su Family in the past year, especially if it’s related to the Hang Family?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote on Qidian (qidian) for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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