Michael Sandberg, Who Put Profit Above All Else
However, Song Tianyao most likely won't do that; if he did, he wouldn't need to stay in Hong Kong anymore.
But how can you get the other person to retaliate without scaring them?
"Third Brother was right. The most important thing about having a boss is having one whose thoughts even the bodyguards can't guess." Huang Liu had already reached the parking lot, put aside his thoughts, opened the car door for Song Tianyao in advance, and waited for the other to get in with a blank face before shrugging and saying softly.
Song Tianyao and Angie Perlis never stayed at the villa that Chu Xiaoxin gifted them. It seems that the Foreign Girl has a special fondness for the Dulles Hotel. After all, every day after getting up, the hotel staff would help with chores such as breakfast, cleaning the room, and washing clothes, so she didn't have to worry about it at all.
When there was a knock on the door and Song Tianyao's voice came from outside, Angie Perlis, who had already gone to bed, came out wearing a silk nightgown and opened the door. She saw Song Tianyao walk in, dressed neatly and with a serious expression. He sat on the living room sofa without saying a word, which didn't seem like someone who had come to the hotel to share a bed with her after a late-night social event.
Angie Perlis looked at Huang Liu at the doorway, and Huang Liu shrugged:
"I'll go make two cups of coffee."
"What happened?" Angie Perlis sat down next to Song Tianyao, turned her head to look at Song Tianyao and asked.
Song Tianyao stared at the fruit knife next to the fruit plate on the coffee table, his voice as cold as ice. "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to meet with HSBC's Michael Sandberg to borrow money from HSBC by mortgaging all the companies. You'll come with me. In the afternoon, I'll have Chu Xiaoxin accompany me to see Lu Wenhui. While I'm seeing Lu Wenhui, you'll assign work to Kong Wing-yan, and then prepare to fly back to London for a few days."
"All the company mortgages? Are you kidding me? We've already borrowed 30 million in cash from HSBC using eight months' worth of United States orders. Wasn't your plan to use that 30 million to attract money from Shanghai people and then use Shanghai people money to buy Xizhen Properties's stock? What happened? Don't be impulsive. If anything happens, I'm here to help you. Calm down." Angie Perlis paused, realizing that although Song Tianyao's tone was calm, he was on the verge of losing his temper.
Having been with Song Tianyao for so long, she knew this man's character all too well. Angie Perlis was very clear about Song Tianyao's whole affair with Xizhen Properties. As long as they followed the plan step by step, no matter how much or how little they earned, Song Tianyao would definitely be able to make a steady profit in the end, or perhaps acquire some of the land held by the Lin Family. There was absolutely no need to gamble all of her accumulated assets on fighting against the other side again.
This only means that something unexpected happened, something unexpected that prompted Song Tianyao to change his original idea.
"Tonight, I was supposed to listen to my third aunt and make some money in the stock market before stopping, no longer targeting the Lin Family. She didn't want me to fall out with the Lin Family. But less than two hours after I agreed, she and her daughter were hospitalized, and my sister almost died from a slit in her carotid artery. It was all the Lin Family's fault. They are my family, and I can't pretend nothing happened. I have to do something to tell the Lin Family that Lin Yujing is no longer the helpless illegitimate daughter of the Lin Family, and the Song Family is no longer the Song Family that couldn't even afford to eat. According to your advice to calm me down, I can guess what will happen. The Lin Family will have the Chu Family, or someone else, come forward to talk to me and ease the tension. In the end, they'll just offer some benefits, hoping for peace and prosperity, and ask me not to pursue the matter any further. What should I do then? For the sake of those people, or for the sake of the benefits?" Song Tianyao reached out, grabbed an apple from the coffee table, and with his other hand, picked up a fruit knife and gently peeled the apple.
Angie Perlis softened her voice as much as possible. "Jesus said, 'Render unto God the things that are Caesar's, and unto Caesar that are God's.' You should keep business as business and emotions as emotions. Don't let unexpected events affect your thinking. Calm down, darling. There's still plenty of time and opportunities. Given time and chance, you'll find more suitable opportunities than you have now. You can't gamble everything away so easily. You're no longer that penniless secretary. You don't need to risk your life to find opportunities."
"Perhaps the gods can change my mind, but they're not in Hong Kong right now. When the gods are in Hong Kong, they call the shots; when they're not, I call the shots myself." Song Tianyao took a bite of his apple. "I want to see if the Lin Family, who dare to bully even the gods, can outdo me. If they can't, I'll take the opportunity to vent my anger for the gods who were bullied by Lin Xizhen. I bet the gods would be very happy if they knew what I was thinking."
"I have no idea what you're planning to do. And have you considered what would happen if you bet everything again, like when you were my secretary, and lost? We still have to meet my family for Christmas." Angie Perlis gently cupped Song Tianyao's head in her hands, making him look into her eyes. "We made a promise."
Song Tianyao looked at the Britain woman in front of him and said calmly, "If I replaced your parents with the two relatives lying in the hospital right now, I would do the same. Besides, how could I lose? Even the gods are on my side. I told you when I first met you that if there's no time, we'll make time; if there's no opportunity, we'll create one."
Chapter 328 Michael Sandberg, the Man Who Puts Profit First
"Michael (Note: Michael Sandberg's English name is Michael Sandberg, I seem to have forgotten to mention it before), I brought back the loan application you submitted half an hour ago." A colleague of Michael Sandberg knocked on Michael Sandberg 'Michael Sandberg office door and handed him a loan application.
Michael Sandberg took the money and smiled at the other person, "Thank you, I love HSBC. Its efficiency is getting faster and faster, which is a good sign. I..."
His smile froze, because when he turned to the last page of the loan application, the HSBC taipan hadn't signed "agree," but rather that the loan applicant's information was incomplete and had been sent back for recalculation.
"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang.
Holding the rejected loan application, Michael Sandberg picked up the phone. On the other end was Hart, the secretary of HSBC tycoon Morse.
"Michael, Mr. Morse wants to see you in his office in five minutes."