"Yes, that's what I was thinking too. This afternoon I met with the other major shareholders of Xizhen Properties. The Lin Family is preparing to buy back their shares. After the transaction is completed, Song Tianyao should be unable to realize his plan of a small company swallowing a large one in the stock market." Lin Xiaosen took a sip of whiskey and said, "Thank you for your presence, Mr. Tang. I'll have the driver take you back to your residence."
He had expected that this young man, Tang Boqi, would say something insightful, but after listening to him for a while, there didn't seem to be any topics that impressed him.
Lin Xiaosen already knew about the events in Macau. Originally, his Lin Xiaohe, wanted to shut Song Tianyao up cleanly and efficiently, but unfortunately, his sixth uncle, being old, made a slip of the tongue, which has now created a tense atmosphere in the Lin Family. Of course, the tension is not about Song Tianyao, a minor character, but about Pedro Lobo, who might use this incident to collude with Song Tianyao, someone he would never have crossed paths with before.
This afternoon, after learning the news, he rushed to meet with Bank of East Asia, HSBC, and several companies holding shares in Xizhen Properties, including Jardine. He has already made initial contact and should be able to regain control of Jardine Xizhen Properties shares held by the Lin Family within two days. As long as he has controlling rights, even if Xizhen Properties is currently undervalued, it is not something Song Tianyao can covet.
As Tang Boqi walked towards the door, he was already thinking about Lin Xiaosen's words. The Lin Family was preparing to buy back the shares held by the major shareholder. What if the major shareholder held back the price? However, Tang Boqi immediately smiled to himself. Jardine and the Lin Family had been cooperating for two generations. Even if Song Tianyao wanted to offer a high price to buy the Xizhen Properties shares held by Jardine Matheson, Jardine would definitely notify the Lin Family first, giving the Lin Family enough time to maneuver.
I was overthinking things.
Chapter 344 The Domineering Scribe Hui
Helen, the secretary of Scribe Hui, whose real name is Wei Meixian, is 26 years old this year. She is tall, beautiful, and a top student at the University of Hong Kong. Her dream in life is to see the world from a higher perspective. Her biggest hope is that her boss, Mr. Gao Minghui, can act like a boss. Her biggest nightmare is that she accompanies Gao Minghui on business trips, just like now.
As Gao Minghui stepped out of Haneda International Airport in Japan, he resembled an oversized child afraid of getting lost, carrying a suitcase in one hand and grabbing Wei Meixian's arm with the other, as if afraid that Wei Meixian would disappear into the crowd and leave him behind.
To be honest, before Wei Meixian joined Tianming Company, she had a lot of fantasies about the profession of secretary. In her opinion, a secretary is a confidant of the boss, is more likely to gain the boss's trust, can accompany the boss to meet more high-level people, absorb the social knowledge she needs, and enrich her life experience.
However, all of these fantasies were shattered after she became Mr. Gao Minghui's secretary.
When Wei Meixian first met Gao Minghui, she was curious whether he was a young master from a wealthy family who had been sent out to learn how to do business. Wei Meixian Gao Minghui was very generous. After confirming that Wei Meixian was willing to work for Tianming Company, he immediately asked for Wei Meixian address and arranged for a telephone company to install a telephone at her home. The telephone bill was paid by Tianming Company. In addition to her monthly salary of 170 yuan, she also received an extra 20 yuan for transportation.
At the time, Wei Meixian only thought that Gao Minghui was genuinely caring towards his subordinates, or perhaps he had some ulterior motives towards her, a beautiful woman of the opposite sex, and that's why he was being so friendly. Later, she realized that she had been deluding herself. After her boss installed a telephone in her home, she never had a good night's sleep again. Often, she would just get home from work when the phone would ring, calling her back to the company for an urgent matter. At the end of the month, the twenty yuan transportation allowance was completely insufficient...
Moreover, as Wei Meixian spent more time with Gao Minghui, she discovered that Scribe Hui was not generous at all; in fact, he was incredibly stingy, almost like a miser. For example, right now, Gao Minghui was standing beside her, looking at the bustling airport exit. "Helen, how do we get to Niigata Prefecture?"
"Mr. Gao, it's already noon. I think we should find a restaurant to have lunch and rest for a while before heading to Niigata Prefecture from the train station," Wei Meixian said, looking at the taxis outside the airport.
Scribe Hui was immediately taken aback. "Lunch? You didn't eat on the plane?"
Wei Meixian rolled her eyes playfully, forced a smile, and turned to Scribe Hui, saying, "Yes, I was a little airsick, so I've been sleeping the whole time."
The plane tickets were supposed to be booked with two adjacent seats, Scribe Hui's seat was by the window. However, when they were about to board at Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport, a passenger waved twenty Hong Kong dollars, hoping someone could switch him to a window seat. Without saying a word, Scribe Hui agreed to sit separately from her for the twenty Hong Kong dollars.
"It's okay, luckily I brought a lot. Hey, the airplane meal has chicken leg rice, garlic shrimp, fruit, and even sweet wine. The flight attendant told me to eat as much as I wanted, and I ate until my stomach was about to burst. I thought about how expensive the ticket was, so I brought a lot more..." Scribe Hui said as he prepared to open his suitcase.
Wei Meixian looked at her Scribe Hui, in despair. "Mr. Gao, I'm not hungry right now. Let's go to the train station first."
"Alright, let's eat slowly on the train." Scribe Hui stopped what he was doing and continued to hold Wei Meixian's arm, "Let's go to the train station."
Wei Meixian hailed a taxi in Japanese and headed towards Tokyo Station with her Scribe Hui. Wei Meixian and Scribe Hui sat side by side in the back seat, looking out the window at the scenery of Honshu Island Japan. Every now and then, she would ask the driver in simple Japanese about the four seasons of Tokyo. Scribe Hui, meanwhile, held a notebook and wrote words in a crooked and messy way with a pen. He would stop after writing just one horizontal line, looking like he was deep in thought.
Wei Meixian glanced back at Scribe Hui's actions without realizing it. Gao Minghui's handwriting was not even neat; one could only say that he had studied calligraphy. The most beautiful characters he wrote were probably his own name, because Tianming Company's accounting documents required his signature.
"Boss, what do you want to write? I'll help you." Seeing that the Scribe Hui was gritting his teeth but hesitating to put pen to paper, Wei Meixian asked.
Scribe Hui, shook his head, somewhat annoyed, and said, "I was thinking, Secretary Song is such a shrewd person. Sister Yun called me and said he even mortgaged his entire business to the bank. Doesn't that mean he sold the business to the bank at a low price, and if he wants to buy it back later, he'll have to pay interest? Secretary Song is very capable. He shouldn't be unaware that banks charge interest, even if it's just for one day. He should have just said he needed the money earlier and borrowed from everyone. Why did things have to escalate to this point?"