"Xiaolin, haha, I didn't scare you, did I? Don't worry, I'm fine, very fine, and I really need to thank you for introducing such good herbal tea to ." The elderly man gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and said with a smile to the nurse.
With that smile, the wrinkles on his face beca even more pronounced, but they seed to radiate a light.
"Really? If you like it, I'll heat up another cup for you next ti," Xiaolin said, his heart finally settling as he spoke with a face full of surprise.
"That's a must. Now I need to make a phone call," the elder laughed.
Upon hearing that he wanted to make a phone call, Xiaolin quickly handed him the phone.
As the elder took the phone, he asked Xiaolin, "What did you say this herbal tea is called?"
"Reporting to the commander, this herbal tea is called Qinghe Herbal Tea, produced in Jiangnan Province," Xiaolin replied, confusion flickering in his eyes. The old commander had always been focused on national affairs and rarely inquired about such matters.
"Qinghe Herbal Tea, Jiangnan Province, alright," the old man nodded and then dialed a number.
As soon as the call connected, a solemn and steady voice ca from the other end.
"Send the information on Jiangnan Province's Qinghe Herbal Tea Factory," the elder ordered straightforwardly.
Xiaolin knew the elder rarely made calls, and when he did, it was always about sothing important. But he had never imagined that this ti the call would be to request information on the Qinghe Herbal Tea Factory; he was so shocked his eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.
After that phone call, the elder made another call to his daughter in the capital, asking her to co ho.
The two calls were made one after the other, and as a result, the information on Jiangnan Province's Qinghe Herbal Tea Beverage Factory reached the elder's hands before his daughter arrived at the Siheyuan.
The old man originally had three sons and two daughters, but one son and one daughter died during the years of war unrest, leaving him with only two sons and one daughter.
The two sons were both out of town; one was a local governnt official governing a region, and the other was a group army commander, while the daughter worked at the central bank.
The daughter who worked at the central bank was the youngest child of the family. Her na was Feng Jiahui, a middle-aged woman in her forties, dressed neatly and conservatively, with a face that carried a certain degree of authority.
"Dad, was there an ergency for you to suddenly call back?" On her return ho and seeing the old man sitting well in his wheelchair looking at the docunts, Feng Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a puzzled face.
In families like theirs, in the eyes of ordinary people, phone calls between family mbers often carry a special and significant aning.
"Take a look at this," said the old man, handing over the docunts to Feng Jiahui.
Feng Jiahui took the docunts and looked at them, noticing they were about Jiangnan Province's Qinghe Herbal Tea Beverage Factory. The puzzled expression on her face deepened as she said, "Dad, why have you suddenly taken an interest in a small enterprise?"
Feng Jiahui, as a central bank leader, had encountered countless large enterprises and corporations, including so of the world's top 500 firms. The Qinghe Herbal Tea Beverage Factory might have been flourishing recently, but in her eyes, it was still nothing more than a small local business.
Even she considered it to be just a small enterprise, so one could imagine what significance it held in the view of her father, who once commanded great influence in the world? Yet, her father had urgently summoned her to look at the information on such a small business, which couldn't help but leave her perplexed.
"This is not rely a small business, but a very special one," the elderly man said with a smile.
"What's so special about it? Is it just developing quickly? Oh, there is an interesting shareholder; the factory was established when he was not yet seventeen. But that's not very unusual, there are quite a few teenagers like that in the capital." Hearing this, Feng Jiahui looked again but failed to see anything particular. The only notable thing was that the shareholder, Ge Dongxu, was sowhat young.
Nevertheless, in those days, there was no shortage of wealthy second-generation individuals or children of officials, who, with the help of their families' wealth and power, achieved sothing at a young age – this was hardly a rare occurrence.
Even if they were not the second-generation of the wealthy or officials, in a country as large as Huaxia, it wasn't too extraordinary to see a few business prodigies erge.
People at Feng Jiahui's level, who viewed the world from high above, were accustod to encountering people who appeared impressive to the average person, but at her level, these individuals didn't seem too remarkable.
"Never mind, you won't understand even if you look. Do you rember the lifesaver I ntioned to you before?" the elderly man asked.
"Of course, I rember. He taught you the thods of deep contemplation and Breath Control," Feng Jiahui replied, her thoughts struggling to keep up with the leaps in her father's conversation.
"That savior once brewed a kind of herbal tea for to drink; it had this Qinghe Herbal Tea flavor," said the elderly man. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire
"Ah! Does that an that this Qinghe Herbal Tea is very likely run by the descendants of your savior?" Feng Jiahui had ascended to her position as a central bank leader not just on her family connections—she was smart and capable in her own right. As soon as the old man ntioned this, she imdiately grasped the implication.
"Exactly! Not being able to see the savior again and offer my gratitude has always been a regret weighing on my heart. Fortuitously, heaven seed to show pity, offering a clue before I pass away. Even if I cannot offer gratitude to him personally, eting his descendants to express my feelings would still be gratifying," the elderly man said with lancholy, his emotions weighing on him, causing him to cough again.
"Dad, don't get excited. Now that we have a clue, we can just invite the person over and find out," Feng Jiahui quickly stood up and gently patted the old man's back while trying to console him.
"If it is indeed the descendant of the savior, it would be inappropriate to neglect our manners. Ideally, I should be the one to visit him personally, but given my current physical condition and status, it's not advisable for to travel. That's why I need you to invite this Tang Yiyuan to the capital," the elder said.
Obviously, even with the old man's wisdom, he had been mistaken this ti, thinking that the traditional Chinese dicine professor, Tang Yiyuan, was the descendant of his savior, not realizing it was Ge Dongxu.
Given the common perceptions, it was understandable, as Tang Yiyuan, in terms of both age and status, seed more likely to be that person's descendant.
A professor of traditional Chinese dicine would ordinarily not warrant attention from a central bank leader, much less a personal reception by the child of a vice-national level leader. However, since her father had made the request, and considering that it was very likely the descendant of his savior, Feng Jiahui did not dare to object. She said, "Alright, I will delegate my work and fly to Linzhou City today."
"Good, as soon as possible!" the old man nodded, his eyes conveying a sense of anticipation.
Although he only uttered the simple words "as soon as possible," they carried exceptional weight, coming from a person of his stature and age. He remained composed even in the face of major national affairs and rarely spoke with such urgency; but today, he had. Understanding the significance of his words, even as his daughter, Feng Jiahui did not dare to take them lightly. She quickly replied, "I'll make arrangents right now."
After speaking, Feng Jiahui hurriedly left the courtyard ho. On her way, she called her secretary and asked her to book the next available flight to Linzhou City.
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