Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 569 - 229: Awkwardness at the Banquet (Second Update)
"One can only see the movements around from the corner," Mr. Deng said with profound meaning, "Girl, do you still remember what I told you last time? When you do things, never be impulsive."
Su Ziceng noticed something 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 achievements," Mr. Deng’s voice carried a hint of dimness. In his life as a commander of the Quanrong army, many times, he had to act against his will.
"I’ve let you down," Su Ziceng thought about her time 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 seemed more hunched than she remembered 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 came running out, muttering, "How strange, I was just questioned by someone."
"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 time, 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 document."
Upon hearing it was a red-headed document, the Bank Chairman hurriedly took it. As he was opening the document, he muttered, "We haven’t convened any significant meetings recently, why would there be a red-headed document?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
For the three financial giants on the fifty-first floor of Jinmao Center, the government was their strongest backing. The government dispatched three types of documents. A blue-headed document represented the least significant matters, then came the orange ones for moderate issues, and the most crucial and urgent were red-headed documents, requiring immediate 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 time."
"What? Such important news, and you’re telling me only now?" the Bank Chairman couldn’t help but complain. A Southern Inspection was a big deal; the last time Mr. Deng went on such a trip, he completely reshaped the entire economic landscape of Country Z.
"This time, 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 document and saw only a few words: "Private enterprises are the biggest driving force in economic development, slightly relax the credit supply."
"What does this mean?" the Bank Chairman looked at the brief directive.
The chief-of-staff rolled his eyes, "This document was brought by Mr. Deng’s orderly. Besides leaving this document, 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 document 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 government. 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 someone 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 come 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 meant the Su Family’s matters were untouchable to him.
However, he could meddle 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 me 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 investment manager of the Su Family could see through, how could Pello, the financial manager, not suspect something. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) and vote for the monthly and recommendation tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
