Chapter 1302: 898 is also quite familiar_2
“What’s the matter?”
“I want to go back for a while.”
Go back?
Back to that mountain?
It wasn’t hard to understand.
That mountain, though desolate and crumbling, was still her ho.
Which child wouldn’t miss ho?
She’d been away from the mountain for quite so ti.
Lan Peizhi paused, her voice low and soft, “Your master hasn’t asked about you once. He’s probably living quite comfortably now.”
Tanki Liuli said nothing, her eyelids lowering.
Seeing this, Lan Peizhi realized she might have misunderstood.
If her younger sister suddenly ntioned returning to the mountain, it probably wasn’t out of hosickness.
“Why do you suddenly want to go back to the mountain?”
Sisterly bonds require no pretense.
Lan Peizhi’s question was direct.
This question was not superfluous.
To anyone else, such a lifestyle might seem extraordinarily dull and tedious, but she was Tanki Liuli.
“I feel like I’ve affected him.”
Affected?
Lan Peizhi naturally knew who “him” referred to.
Though her younger sister’s adaptability was impressive, capable of embracing any environnt without fuss over food or shelter—even her considerable appetite was satisfied with simple stead buns—it couldn’t be forgotten that, no matter how removed she seed from worldly concerns, she was still a living, breathing person.
A person.
Which ant she had pride.
“Did he say sothing to you?”
Lan Peizhi frowned, her expression growing increasingly tense.
Her Taoist nun sister was pure as crystal, free of any imperfections or sches; she couldn’t possibly be the type to tattletale.
But even a slightly mature child wouldn’t want to be a burden dragging others down.
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“It’s hard to imagine how grand this place might have been once.”
Ruins scorched to ashes by invaders.
A woman visiting a foreign land observed the shattered, jagged remnants, murmuring softly.
Once a broken mirror, forever unwhole.
No matter how expertly sothing is repaired, it can never return to its original state.
The humiliating and tragic history is sothing every child of Shenzhou holds deep in their heart, but hearing such heartfelt sentints erge from this woman’s mouth was unsettling.
Of course.
Not simply because she was a foreigner.
But because among those shaless thieves long ago, her ancestors were counted.
Nevertheless, Shenzhou, a land of rites and civility, devoted to peace, refuses to sink into the mire of hatred and historical resentnt. This was why Song Chaoge showcased the magnanimity of a great nation, responding calmly, “Perhaps it’s precisely these ruins that inspire us to rember history and work tirelessly to rebuild.”
Beautifully said.
He used to habitually wear an understated pair of black-frad glasses to conceal his character, but sohow, at so point, he’d stopped hiding.
The woman beside him seemingly agreed, nodding her head. Her fluency in Shenzhou’s tongue rivaled that of the natives themselves.
“Not only Shenzhou; history must be rembered by all of us. We must avoid repeating mistakes and letting tragedies unfold again.”
In a scenic park filled with idyllic beauty, the two walked side by side, harmonious and peaceful, though who knew if the histories they referred to were of the sa kind?
“Thank you, Miss Fujiwara, for your generous support of Shenzhou’s developnt. On behalf of Shenzhou’s millions of couriers, I extend my heartfelt gratitude.”
This Miss Fujiwara, soone Song Chaoge respected, chuckled coquettishly, her charm rippling like the waters of the lake, enchanting and captivating.
“Mr. Song flatters . Such praises are beyond what a humble woman like deserves. My investnt in Kangaroo was rely self-preservation.”
The woman beside him was undoubtedly a rare beauty unmatched by the ages, but Song Chaoge was clearly not the sort to be tempted by re appearances. He responded evenly with a faint smile, “Miss Fujiwara is too modest. Although Great Wall Group’s developnt has been rapid, I don’t believe it poses an imdiate threat to Hippo.”
The Hippo Group’s stock acquisitions might be unknown to the masses, but he understood all too well.
Referring to Hippo as a foreign enterprise might be an exaggeration, but the fact remained: the Dongying financial consortium, represented by her family, was indeed Hippo Group’s major shareholder.
Of course.
Song Chaoge himself was also a shareholder of Hippo, though his stake obviously paled in comparison to hers.
So, in a sense.
The two were partners or, perhaps more accurately, a coalition of shared interests.
“I wonder, Mr. Song, what factors led to your conclusion?”
The Fujiwara woman tilted her head, her expression playful yet cunning, her full, glistening lips reflecting a radiant sheen in the light.
“I’m familiar with several of Great Wall Group’s board mbers. As compatriots, I admire their ideals; however, I also think their perspectives are overly idealistic, detached from reality. Their current approach is pulling themselves, along with their competitors, into a mire. To borrow a saying from Shenzhou: hurting others without benefiting oneself. Advocating welfare for grassroots workers isn’t wrong, but the interests of businesses must also be considered; otherwise, if the company fails, workers will inevitably suffer holessness and destitution.”
Song Chaoge’s steady, impactful analysis was eloquent and rational.
From different vantage points, the way one sees a problem is naturally different.
“Under normal circumstances, Mr. Song’s perspective is utterly correct, and I agree with it wholeheartedly. Even if Great Wall Group succeeds in crushing Kangaroo, the stable industry rules will be destroyed. The sheer amount of employnt and the excessive benefits promised—no company can bear it alone. When the ti cos, Great Wall’s only option will be to cut back on benefits. The outcry then would likely be more overwhelming than Kangaroo’s current plight.”
“Since Miss Fujiwara understands this…”
“Mr. Song, what I just outlined is premised on one condition: normal circumstances. I believe your assessnt of Great Wall Group may have so inaccuracies.”
“Great Wall’s major shareholder, CEO Cao of Jiuding, has known since childhood…”
“But does Mr. Song know Great Wall is currently planning a major move?”
Song Chaoge turned to et her gaze, not pretending to understand, humbly asking, “I’d like Miss Fujiwara to enlighten .”
The Fujiwara woman stared straight ahead, the willows on both sides of the lake bending low, “Great Wall Group is preparing to acquire Hengsheng Group.”
Though he knew she wouldn’t make baseless claims, upon hearing this news, even Song Chaoge couldn’t help his pupils contracting reflexively.
“Impossible.”
It slipped out.
Indeed.
Hengsheng Group, burdened with debts exceeding a trillion yuan, avoided like the plague. Anyone with sound judgnt would find the notion absurd.
“To be honest, when I first heard the news, I felt just as incredulous as you. But the reality is, under the diation of Shenzhou’s higher-ups, Great Wall Group has already reached a consensus with Hengsheng. This acquisition, or rger, is very likely unfolding in secrecy even as we speak.”
Song Chaoge’s expression shifted repeatedly. For him to visibly show such emotional reactions spoke volus about the shock he felt.
“…Miss Fujiwara, I still can’t believe it.”
The woman who delivered this earth-shattering news smiled gently.
“That’s understandable. With Mr. Song’s status, verifying the authenticity of this news shouldn’t be difficult. Frankly, I hope it’s false.”
Song Chaoge’s gaze wavered, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.
“…Why would they acquire Hengsheng Group?”
Not to ntion where they could even procure such enormous funding.
The key question.
Their **purpose**?
The Fujiwara woman shook her head, “To this day, I still haven’t figured it out.”
She looked to the distinguished man beside her in this nation, “Mr. Song, didn’t you say you were childhood friends with CEO Cao? Maybe you should ask him.”
A chilling, dark humor.
Song Chaoge fell silent.
The Fujiwara woman sighed faintly.
“Mr. Song, perhaps we cannot understand because they and we are simply not the sa.”
Song Chaoge offered no comnt, as though he’d regained composure.
“Miss Fujiwara, where did you hear this news?”
Precisely.
Such a groundbreaking developnt.
Before any formal confirmation, rumors wouldn’t spread.
Even he hadn’t caught wind of anything. How had a Dongying woman co to know?
“I forgot to tell Mr. Song.”
The Fujiwara woman curved a smile, for an instant eclipsing the surrounding scenery.
“I happen to be quite well-acquainted with one of Great Wall’s board mbers.”
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