794: 596 Extrely Comforting (Thanks for the tip!)_2 794: 596 Extrely Comforting (Thanks for the tip!)_2 Song Chao Ge stopped and turned his head, “There’s resentnt.”
Geng Long smiled, “No, this is the honest truth.”
“It seems that The Art of War by Sun Tzu was not read in vain.”
Song Chao Ge smiled faintly and resud walking.
“The docunts have co down, quickly excise those shady businesses of your Qiangsheng Finance.”
“Understood.”
Geng Long hesitated and asked, “Is it Miss Cao…”
“It has nothing to do with her, the chaos in the internet finance industry, reform and innovation, it was only a matter of ti.”
Geng Long did not probe any further.
Perhaps knowing the other party had suffered many grievances, Song Chao Ge said softly, “Go back first, get ready, in a little while, accompany to Macau.”
Macau.
The Las Vegas of the East.
Famous for its gambling industry.
Deed a paradise for n.
Geng Long didn’t say anything unnecessary, simply nodded, “Alright.”
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On the eve of National Day.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Various parties chose this day to formally sign the agreent.
With the signatures of four people, it symbolized the rise of another Great Wall.
Without announcing to the world, without the press and dia, the parties involved simply held a low-key celebration at the Kyoto Hotel,
“Aunt Lan, if you ever have a cash flow problem, co to .”
Ye Tingxuan had not left, and as the only “idler” on the scene, he seed to consider himself the protagonist, drinking freely and more than anyone else.
Not just today, in fact, he had been wanting to join the cooperation over the past few days and expand the “four-party alliance” into a “five-party alliance,” but Cao Jinse wouldn’t bite.
Without Cao Jinse nodding, Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t rashly accept.
With the two major shareholders not taking a stance, Lan Peizhi couldn’t agree either.
As for Shi Qianxi.
Miss Shi, although previously reckless and spoiled, creating nurous absurd scandals, today as the acting chairman of Jin Hai was an entirely different person from that carefree socialite of yesteryear.
She was very clear about Jin Hai’s, or rather her own, positioning in this multi-party cooperation.
Frankly speaking, compared to the other three parties, Jin Hai’s five billion investnt was dispensable; her share in the Great Wall was, in a sense, just taking a gamble to get a share of the bounty.
Of course, she wouldn’t interfere with any decisions.
Seeing Shi Qianxi who appeared exceptionally subdued, Jiang Chen found it a bit amusing.
When had he ever seen the young mistress so well-behaved?
“Don’t just sit there foolishly, have a couple of drinks with Miss Cao and the others, don’t forget why you ca here.”
He whispered a reminder.
The higher you go, the more you realize that true wealth often lies in personal connections.
Shi Zhenhua wanted her to co here, undoubtedly also with the intention of familiarizing Shi Qianxi with Jiuding Group, and even Lan Peizhi.
Although there is still a “proxy” in her title, Shi Zhenhua has but this one daughter after all, and Jin Hai is bound to be fully handed over to her sooner or later.
eting Jiang Chen’s encouraging gaze, Shi Qianxi looked towards Cao Jinse seated diagonally opposite her, adjusted her expression, revealed a smile, and was about to raise a toast when Cao Jinse beat her to it.
Perhaps sensing her restraint, Cao Jinse lifted her glass, “I’ve actually heard your na several tis, but seeing you in person, you seem quite different from the rumors.”
Jiang Chen laughed.
Ye Tingxuan also smiled.
Shi Qianxi wasn’t embarrassed but calmly said, “Those rumors are slanderous.”
At her words, even Lan Peizhi couldn’t help but let his lips curl up slightly.
“Right, they say a tiger father does not have a dog daughter, and you are Director Shi’s daughter,” Cao Jinse lifted her glass, “Director Shi is my senior and has always been my role model.”
Even knowing that it was mostly out of politeness, people are like that after all, and Shi Qianxi couldn’t help but take a liking to this privileged young woman, inadvertently relaxing a bit.
“Miss Cao is the target of my study.”
Both won took a sip of their drinks.
Ye Tingxuan then whispered sothing to Cao Jinse.
Subordinates began to co over to toast.
“Ding ling ling…”
The cellphone started ringing.
Jiang Chen took it out and saw it was Fang Qing.
He stood up and went to the rooftop.
“Are you still in the capital city?”
Fang Qing’s gentle voice ca through with the evening breeze.
The Kyoto Hotel is not tall, not comparable to other top-end hotels with dozens or hundreds of floors, but it is located on First Street, a hundred ters away from An Tian Gate.
Standing on the rooftop of the not-so-tall Kyoto Hotel, a series of core governnt buildings can be seen at a glance.
“Yeah, when will you be back?”
Jiang Chen laughed, “If you’re any later, I might not wait for you.”
“You don’t have to wait for .”
Fang Qing replied.
After that, the two of them fell silent for a while.
“My dad wants to talk to you.”
Jiang Chen pictured that face resembling his father’s, “Okay.”
The phone was passed over.
“You kid, since you are in the Capital City, why didn’t you co back with Qing Qing?”
“Uncle Fang, it’s not that I don’t want to co back; I have so things to take care of in the Capital City.”
“But today is after all Mid-Autumn Festival.”
Jiang Chen was quiet for a mont, then laughed, “Uncle Fang, when I have the ti, I will definitely co back to visit you and Aunt Pan.”
“Qing Qing told , Uncle knows you’re busy now.
Indeed, you have grown up and it’s right to be focusing on your future and your own affairs.”
Fang Weiguo asked, “Did you have any mooncakes?
How about I let Qing Qing bring you a box over?”
“Uncle, there’s no need to trouble yourself, I won’t be staying long in the Capital City, and by the ti Fang Qing cos back, I’m afraid I’ll have already left.”
“Then give an address, I’ll mail them to you.”
“Dad, if you mail it over, Mid-Autumn Festival would have already passed, what’s the point?”
Fang Qing was the one speaking on the other side.
Jiang Chen laughed, “Uncle, I’ve already had mooncakes, the red bean paste kind.”
Fang Weiguo started laughing, “That’s good, you’ve always liked red bean paste since you were a kid, so many years and you haven’t changed.”
“Can’t change it.
All these fanciful mooncakes nowadays, I really can’t get used to them.”
At this mont, Jiang Chen was like a child who hadn’t grown up, without guile or craftiness, standing at the highest point of the Kyoto Hotel, overlooking Shenzhou’s main street, chatting away with his elder.
The conversation lasted for about four or five minutes before the phone was handed back to Fang Qing.
Jiang Chen’s smile gradually faded, as he was on the verge of saying sothing but hesitated.
“I went to see Uncle Jiang and the others.”
Fang Qing’s voice ca through.
Ever so gentle, serene, it touched the heart.
Jiang Chen was silent for a while, “Thank you.”
Fang Qing didn’t respond but said, “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.”
“Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.”
The call ended.
Jiang Chen slowly put down his phone, unconsciously looking up at the sky.
Maybe the heavens were favoring, the air quality not promising, obscuring the Capital City usually troubled by smog; today, the full moon was unusually visible.
Footsteps ca from behind.
Lan Peizhi ca to the edge of the rooftop, standing by Jiang Chen’s side.
It was unclear how long she had been there, or if she had overheard the conversation just now.
“It’s Mid-Autumn Festival, aren’t you going to call ho?”
Jiang Chen turned his head and asked.
Lan Peizhi didn’t pay attention to the man who had been to her hotown; she just quietly looked up at the moon.
“It’s rare to see such a bright night sky in the Capital City.”
“Perhaps you just haven’t looked up in a long ti.”
Jiang Chen said softly.
As a child, sitting on the grass by the city’s moat, he loved counting stars at night, but he could never count them all.
Then at so point, the number of tis he looked up at the sky beca count-on-one-hand rare.
Below, there was a stream of cars and horses, yet not a hint of their noise could be heard.
Lan Peizhi suddenly lifted her hand.
Jiang Chen was startled.
In that impeccably clean and untainted palm, she held a mooncake.
He looked at that face, even more beautiful under the moonlight.
“It’s from the hotel, red bean paste.”
Jiang Chen smiled, “Eavesdropping isn’t polite behavior.”
Lan Peizhi said nothing.
Jiang Chen reached out his hand, took it, unwrapped it, and took a bite.
It was indeed red bean paste.
It was hard to imagine, with mooncakes becoming more and more elaborate, even at fillings becoming commonplace, that the Kyoto Hotel would still prepare such a simple Mid-Autumn gift for its guests.
Or perhaps.
Did Lan Peizhi too favor this most basic of tastes?
“Thanks.”
Jiang Chen shook the piece of mooncake he’d bitten.
Lan Peizhi didn’t respond.
The two stood side by side.
“Is Martial Saint now, perhaps, leading Dog Egg, also looking at the moon in the courtyard?”
Jiang Chen chuckled.
Lan Peizhi showed no surprise, nor did she smile, her face calm as still water as she replied, “He probably doesn’t have that kind of taste.”
Jiang Chen smiled, gazing at the round disc in the night sky, and said softly, “No matter where one is, as long as one is willing to look up at this ti, one can see the sa moon.
That’s wonderful.”
The Mid-Autumn full moon.
It graces both the mansions and the poor households, a heartening comfort.
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