"One can only see the movents around from the corner," Mr. Deng said with profound aning, "Girl, do you still rember what I told you last ti? When you do things, never be impulsive."
Su Ziceng noticed sothing unusual in Mr. Deng’s words.
"I’ve heard about your affairs. You did well at the auction, but why has there been no news from you since then? I am already ninety-two years old, I’m afraid I might not live to see your future achievents," Mr. Deng’s voice carried a hint of dimness. In his life as a commander of the Quanrong army, many tis, he had to act against his will.
"I’ve let you down," Su Ziceng thought about her ti in Bianjing City and her conversation with Mr. Deng that was almost like a wine-fueled discussion of heroes, feeling a pang of guilt. Her bold declarations then had already dissipated like water flowing east.
"Do not lose heart until the very end," Mr. Deng consoled her affectionately, "I should go inside now. Seeing how you are, I know that nothing will trouble you any longer."
Shadows of trees danced in the wind, and Su Ziceng saw solemnity also on Mr. Deng’s face.
"I should go inside now," Mr. Deng stood up, and Su Ziceng noticed that Mr. Deng’s back seed more hunched than she rembered from two years ago, "On this trip to the south, I wanted to see the changes down there. Twenty-odd years ago, this place was probably just a small fishing village."
"Yes," Su Ziceng looked at the green grass under her feet, her gaze moving towards the direction of the banquet hall, and at the wide-open main entrance, she thought she saw a beige figure, which was quickly swallowed by the bright lights.
A little while later, Hang Yishao ca running out, muttering, "How strange, I was just questioned by soone."
"Yishao, this is..." Su Ziceng wanted to introduce Mr. Deng to Hang Yishao, but found herself alone; the spot where Mr. Deng had been sitting was empty. On the ground was a tuft of grass that had been bent over and then straightened back up. This ti, Mr. Deng left no grey seat cushion behind.
In Jinmao Center of Bianjing City, business bustled as usual. The Bank Chairman had just walked out of the elevator on the fifty-first floor when his chief-of-staff hurriedly approached him, "Chairman, it’s a red-headed docunt."
Upon hearing it was a red-headed docunt, the Bank Chairman hurriedly took it. As he was opening the docunt, he muttered, "We haven’t convened any significant etings recently, why would there be a red-headed docunt?"
For the three financial giants on the fifty-first floor of Jinmao Center, the governnt was their strongest backing. The governnt dispatched three types of docunts. A blue-headed docunt represented the least significant matters, then ca the orange ones for moderate issues, and the most crucial and urgent were red-headed docunts, requiring imdiate action.
"There is one thing," the chief-of-staff spoke in a hushed tone, "Mr. Deng has gone on his Southern Inspection for the second ti."
"What? Such important news, and you’re telling only now?" the Bank Chairman couldn’t help but complain. A Southern Inspection was a big deal; the last ti Mr. Deng went on such a trip, he completely reshaped the entire economic landscape of Country Z.
"This ti, Mr. Deng’s Southern Inspection was decided upon very suddenly and concluded hastily. After inspecting Mo City and continuing south, Mr. Deng suddenly felt chest discomfort and had to suspend the inspection," the chief-of-staff dared not let this news leak out, and the Securities Chairman repeatedly instructed him otherwise there could be trouble in the stock market.
"Chest discomfort? 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, slightly relax the credit supply."
"What does this an?" the Bank Chairman looked at the brief directive.
The chief-of-staff rolled his eyes, "This docunt was brought by Mr. Deng’s orderly. Besides leaving this docunt, he also..." the chief-of-staff feigned a gesture in front of the Bank Chairman, writing a character.
"Su?" The Bank Chairman understood, and upon looking at the docunt again, he felt his head spinning, wondering why it had to do with the Su Family again.
The Bank Chairman weighed the pros and cons, and eventually decided to bear the pain and reduce the price to five billion, postponing the Su Family’s loan. Without the Hang Family’s guarantee, it didn’t matter; the state had already given the best guarantee to the Su Family. "I can’t understand, when the Su Family was in good shape, I didn’t hear about any relationship with the governnt. Now that they are in trouble, all kinds of deities are coming out to help," although the Bank Chairman refused Pello’s request, he couldn’t help but pass the buck.
"Oh, is there soone even the Chairman has to avoid?" Pello’s tone on the phone didn’t seem too critical.
"Earl of Wizi, this is the national condition of Country Z, which you will co to understand eventually," the Bank Chairman sighed.
"Chairman, don’t feel too troubled, or else it would be my fault," Pello changed the subject, having seen every detail of the conversation between Su Ziceng and Mr. Deng that night. Since even Mr. Deng was helping, it ant the Su Family’s matters were untouchable to him.
However, he could ddle with other people’s plans, "I will 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 do a favor, I want to know the whereabouts of a sum of money from the Su Family in the past year and more."
A charade even the investnt manager of the Su Family could see through, how could Pello, the financial manager, not suspect sothing. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to go to Qidian (qidian) and vote for the monthly and recomndation tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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