Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 543 - 219: The Fallen Heiress’s Resolve (Part 1)
"One point five billion?" Su Ziceng found it hard to imagine that even now, at this crucial juncture, Su Qingzhang still stubbornly guarded the secret and refused to disclose the specific whereabouts of the funds.
"Miss, do you know if the chairman has any bad habits?" the manager of the investment department carefully inquired, knowing that with this extra one point five billion, the Su Family could even avoid the doom of bankruptcy.
"No, he rarely gets involved in gambling, and even his investments are primarily in real industries," Su Qingzhang is a very traditional entrepreneur. Even during the most prosperous times in the financial market, he didn’t engage in futures, stocks like Qiu Zhi did, let alone squander his wealth recklessly like some tycoons.
"Then, how much do we owe our employees in wages, subsidies and allowances that people outside have talked about?" This was what Su Ziceng cared about most at the moment. If the big problems can’t be solved all at once, then start with the smaller ones. At least, she could still do something.
"Miss, I’ve already mentioned earlier, we must start with the bank debts," the female secretary reiterated, concerned that Su Ziceng might still not understand and wanted to emphasize again.
"Then let’s do it in my personal name," Su Ziceng, who had been looking down at the statements, raised her head, "For a company, owing wages is the most serious issue, and it’s also related to... my father’s reputation."
In the office, nobody spoke. The female secretary said with a trembling voice, "Miss, actually, the Su Family has never failed to pay us in the past." The secretary’s words also represented the feelings of many people present. The Su Family’s wages have been forty percent higher than the average in Z country, twenty percent higher than the average in Mo City, and there has never been a delay in salary payments, not to mention the end-of-year benefits and bonuses were the best in the industry.
"That was the past, and now is now. I... How much does the Su Family still owe you all, please compile the figures for me," Su Ziceng spoke gently, just like Su Qingzhang reviewing documents on usual days.
"Miss, you don’t have to do this," the former investment department manager was the person most aware of Su Ziceng’s current financial situation. She still had a significant amount of funds under her, as well as her own Wine Shop, and with the jewelry handed over by the chairman, she could live out the rest of her life in peace and joy without worrying about the affairs of the Su Family.
"I want my father to come back to life and be that dignified entrepreneur again," Su Ziceng’s voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. This was the first formal order she issued to the Su Family employees present, and also the last.
That day, looking at Su Qingzhang’s hand wrapped in bandages, Su Ziceng seemed to see herself in his dim eyes, a Su Qingzhang who was gradually walking towards death, just like she was at that time.
Without the Su Family, Su Qingzhang, who had lost his spirited demeanor of the past, had become a walking corpse. Even that day, when Su Ziceng insisted on taking him away, he was still a walking corpse encased in a living shell. The voices of the debt-collecting clients, the threats from the banks, and the demands of the employees were all shut out from his hearing.
Not wanting the Su Family to fall into the hands of the Wen family or others, not wanting to be ridiculed by people like Mr. Fei, Su Qingzhang chose a self-destructing way of burning both the jade and the common stone. That man, who had always shown a cold and indifferent facade for so many years, only now truly removed his mask, revealing the raw and messy truth.
The price was too painful and too late. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
By the time Su Ziceng felt his fatherly love, he was already on his last breath.
"Miss," sighs echoed one after another within the Su Family. The old employees present, more or less, knew that Su Ziceng and Su Qingzhang had been at odds over the years. This was their first time feeling such a strong emotional display between father and daughter.
"I promise everyone, please give me time, just give me enough time, and the Su Family won’t owe anyone a penny. If you can give me more time, seven to eight years, or perhaps ten years, I and... my father will surely exchange it for a Su Family for you." Regardless of whether that Su Family would still be the same as it is now, and whether Su Ziceng would still be alive by then, the Su Family is bound to rise again.
Su Ziceng bowed deeply to everyone, no one spoke up to stop her, accepting her bow meant that they accepted Su Ziceng’s promise.
"Miss," the female secretary was the first to approach, filled with excitement, saying, "Then let us start taking action now, this is also the chairman’s favorite saying."
Su Qingzhang, who had come up from the bottom of the Sixth District, firmly believed in one saying, "Action is everything."
The long-stagnant Su Family, with the activity of dozens of people, began to operate again.
Su Ziceng also took out the list given to her by Sister Mu, her designer clothes, shoes and jewelry, all those material possessions she had been immensely obsessed with were listed.
Seeing this list, the investment department manager was astounded by the jewelry in the thirteen safety deposit boxes, while the female secretary was shocked by the nearly two thousand sets of clothes and over eight hundred pairs of designer shoes, and hundreds of limited edition bags. Any woman would find it hard to resist such a mountain of clothes and shoes.
However, they also felt Su Ziceng’s determination to sink the boat after passing the river, the boldness required to forsake such heavenly wealth was not something the ordinary person could possess.
When the full list and its evaluated value were tallied, the figures were still quite impressive, "If we include this necklace, then the total funds should be enough to pay off the liquidation team and eighty percent of the employee’s wages," Su Ziceng marked a few red crosses on the balance sheet.
"It’s actually over two hundred million," the investment department manager’s hands still trembled slightly, admiring Su Ziceng’s spending ability as well as Su Qingzhang’s indulgence in his daughter’s consumption.
"As for the remaining twenty percent," Su Ziceng then took out a jewelry box from her handbag, inside was the "Yellow Love" necklace, with which she had an intricate connection. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
