Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 549 - 229: Matching Outfits at the Banquet (Part 2)
"It’s from the corners that one can clearly observe the surroundings," Mr. Deng said meaningfully, "Little girl, do you still remember what I told you last time, that one should avoid being impulsive in their actions."
Su Ziceng sensed something 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 became somewhat 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 time in Bianjing City, recalling that conversation with Mr. Deng that was almost like discussing heroes over wine, feeling a twinge of guilt, her bold statements back then had now turned into nothing but thin air.
"Never lose heart until things come 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 came south on this inspection tour mainly to see the changes here; twenty-some 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 seemed 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 someone."
"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 time, 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 document."
When the Bank Chairman heard it was a red-header document, he hurriedly took it. As he opened the document, he muttered, "There hasn’t been any important meeting lately, why issue a red-header document?"
To the three financial giants on the fifty-first floor of the Jinmao Center, the government was their strongest support, and government documents come in three types: blue-header representing the least serious matters, orange for medium issues, and red for the most critical and urgent matters that demand immediate action.
"One thing," the confidential secretary lowered his voice, "Mr. Deng has gone on his second Southern Inspection."
"What? Something this important and you’re only telling me now," the Bank Chairman couldn’t help complaining; a Southern Inspection is a major event, the last time Mr. Deng went on a Southern Inspection, he completely transformed the economic structure of Z country in one fell swoop.
"This time 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 document and saw only a few words: "Private enterprises are the biggest driving force in economic development, appropriately relax the credit control."
"What does this mean?" the Bank Chairman looked at the brief directive.
The confidential secretary rolled his eyes, "This document was delivered by Mr. Deng’s orderly, and besides leaving this document, 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 document, 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 seemed to be no mention of any connection with the government, but now when they’re down, all kinds of true and false gods seem to come out to lend a hand," although the Bank Chairman refused Pello’s request, he still couldn’t help but shift the blame 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. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
However, he could still mess 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 me out, I want to know about a specific fund’s movement 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 welcome to vote on Qidian (qidian.com) for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
