Yan Lu, Yan Ting’s niece.
She is not soone you can easily brush off as an ordinary person.
You should know even Chairman Yan Ting has to show her respect.
After giving it so thought, Secretary Qian walked up to the office and knocked on the door.
Inside, Lan Xiping’s cool and steady voice quickly responded, "What is it?"
"Miss Yan Lu wants to see you."
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow.
Lv Jiarong, however, sprang to her feet in an instant, her cheeks pale.
"Lu Lu is here for ."
Lan Xiping had no interest in eting the botherso Miss Yan and instructed Secretary Qian to find a female secretary to escort Lv Jiarong out.
Lv Jiarong was terrified that Yan Lu might get involved. She didn’t want Yan Lu to encounter Lan Xiping. With his awful temper, what if he gave Yan Lu a hard ti? Yan Lu, as the eldest young lady of the Yan family, had never been treated like this before.
Thus, suppressing her fear, she sincerely thanked Lan Xiping.
Lan Xiping replied with just one sentence, "I hope Miss Lv hasn’t forgotten what she promised ."
Lv Jiarong’s face turned even paler, "Please await my good news, Chairman Lan."
This man was truly... He clearly held a high position and had the power to investigate with just a word. Yet, he insisted she exhaust herself running around for inquiries. Stingy and cold.
But she couldn’t say anything since she needed his help.
Facing Shen You’an, however, she turned gentle, as obedient as a kitten.
"I don’t know your na, but I hope we’ll et again one day."
Lv Jiarong smiled, dimples forming on her cheeks, sweet as can be.
Shen You’an smiled faintly, "We will et again."
Lv Jiarong cast her a final glance and then left with the help of the female secretary.
The female secretary discreetly glanced at the stunningly beautiful young girl sitting on the sofa. Before the girl noticed, she quickly averted her gaze and stooped low to help Lv Jiarong leave.
Her mind, however, was full of doubt.
Lv Jiarong had been sneaked in by another secretary who had already been punished. But what about this young girl?
When did she arrive?
Most importantly, she seed to have a rather close relationship with the chairman. This could certainly stir so gossip, but such thoughts only circled in her head. Her face betrayed nothing.
As the door closed and the visitors departed, the spacious office suddenly fell into silence.
Shen You’an shook her head and laughed lightly, "You truly have no softness for beauty, do you?"
Lan Xiping let out a cold snort, "Softness for what beauty? You would do better to think about dealing with the Yu family instead."
Lan Xiping fixed his gaze on the young girl in front of him, his mind montarily dazed.
Who could have imagined that such a fragile-looking girl could possess such energy and ans?
His mory drifted back more than a decade.
Though his family had emigrated abroad and their wealth was considerable, a sudden financial crisis swept across the globe, leaving him destitute overnight, even burdened with heavy debts.
At the ti, he was in high school and had no choice but to drop out to work and pay off his debts. Deep down, he refused to accept a diocre life. He vowed never to waste his entire existence on aningless labors.
He set his sights on the stock market. The financial crisis had ushered in a Great Recession, global economies were turbulent, but with his daring and cunning, he managed to make so gains. Still, that wasn’t nearly enough.
Until he encountered soone on a financial forum.
A mysterious individual with the userna Sunny.
Reflecting on the crazed maneuvers of that ti, he still found it unbelievable.
Why had he trusted an anonymous netizen so deeply? Even taking their advice as gospel? Thinking back now, it felt as though everything had been predestined.
During that ti, Siland, the financial hub, was in shambles. Real estate, stocks, energy markets—all had collapsed like buildings toppled by an earthquake.
Sunny’s series of counter-cyclical moves, wagering aggressively while capital fled and assets were sold off, remained etched in his mory, leaving him with the sa adrenaline rush coursing through his veins.
A gambler—a wildly bold gambler.
Sunny’s gambles paid off.
In his imagination, Sunny was surely a calculated yet audacious man in his thirties, extraordinarily educated, maybe a graduate of an elite university, with profound financial knowledge and foresight. Outwardly refined and composed, yet at his core, a reckless gambler—perhaps soone who’d once wandered through casinos, driven by a spirited, unrestrained nature.
But during the first founding conference at Tianlu Bank, when the leadership had solidified its position, and he finally saw the person seated at the head of the table, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes.
No matter how he racked his brain, he couldn’t fathom that Sunny, the legendary founder, turned out to be a little girl.
He compared her height against his waist—yes, the little sprite barely reached waist level. The scene was absurd and preposterous, like a dream turned surreal.
They even suspected Sunny was playing a joke on them.
But when that little girl climbed onto a chair taller than herself, exposing only her head, her pale young face reflecting an icy authority far beyond her years, he knew this was no joke.
Her ruthless and seasoned judgnt turned unfavorable business conditions into opportunities. She could always pinpoint investnt trends with uncanny precision, never once failing. Outwardly, Sunny was a living legend, yet if people knew her true identity, they would likely label her not a legend but sothing terrifying.
Sunny’s true identity was known only to the five founding mbers of Tianlu Bank, and he was one of them. The other three had vowed never to disclose it publicly, knowing full well that even if word got out, no one would believe it.
Those in lofty positions are often lonely; Sunny, a prodigy, was no exception. As one of her confidants, he held nurous secrets she entrusted to him.
She didn’t hide much from him, perhaps out of trust.
For instance, her suspicion that PT was infiltrating her operations led to her counter-infiltration. She didn’t stop there—she climbed to significant ranks within PT. Now, she was Hua Country’s regional head.
For instance, when she assigned him to manage Hua Country’s industries, it wasn’t to monopolize, contrary to public conjecture. The reason was simple—to the point of disbelief.
Because she was from Hua Country. That was all there was to it.
Even if her career abroad was flourishing, it was still not her holand.
Tianlu Bank’s entry into Hua Country opened up investnt battles, with both advantages and drawbacks. Yan Ting understood this better than anyone.
For instance, not long ago, she asked him to prepare for transferring the industrial hub to Jingzhou, moving connections and resources in case of ergency.
They were gearing up, ready to strike against the Yu family.
Her origins were equally unveiled.
Sunny had long made no effort to hide her background.
She ca from a simple family in Qingzhou. Her parents were ordinary people. If there was anything extraordinary, perhaps it was her father, a firefighter who heroically sacrificed himself. Even then, it couldn’t overshadow her humble beginnings. He had marveled countless tis—what kind of ancestral luck had her small Qingzhou family stumbled upon to bring forth such a remarkable individual?
As it turned out, everything had traces to follow.
He recalled an old saying: "Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and rats bear children who know how to dig holes."
The words may be crude, but the reasoning was sound. People have lived by their genes for thousands of years.
The odds of a talent rising from an ordinary background were slimr than winning the lottery.
Her bloodline seed to pulse with extraordinary traits.
A dragon hidden in the abyss must soday soar into the heavens.
And that ti was steadily approaching.
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