Angie Pellès paused for a moment, then looked up again with a smile and a confident tone:
"I don't know what he's thinking. Those things are too complicated; let men think about them. You just said he doesn't love me, he just trusts me. Well, now I can tell you that I only need to remember one thing: I love him, so I trust him. I am his girlfriend and will become his wife. If my status can help him achieve better things, then there's nothing wrong with that, madam. Let's talk about whether non-notarized wills by China person comply with Britain law."
"You're planning to take up an old woman's after-dinner chat time? In that respect, you and that busy China guy who's always nowhere to be seen are a perfect match, and you two aren't planning to pay me any consulting fees." Juliana Abbey took a sip of her drink, rolled her eyes, and looked like a lovely old lady next door.
Chapter 386 Telephone
It wasn't until dawn that Song Tianyao finally had a chance to sleep for a while at Hong Lai-sau's newspaper office in Sai Ying Pun. At nine o'clock in the morning, he hurriedly took the yawning Huang Liu into Caida Securities in St. George's Building to check on the stock market.
As soon as he entered the office, Luo Zhuankun handed him a copy of the Hong Kong Times: "Mr. Song, this is the advertisement that Xizhen Properties placed in major newspapers today."
Song Tianyao took a look. The advertisement text took up almost half the page. The gist was that rumors were circulating in the city that Xizhen Properties was about to be acquired. The board of directors of Xizhen Properties once again solemnly reminded all shareholders, large and small, that Xizhen Properties strong financial resources and was confident in protecting the interests of its current employees and shareholders. Xizhen Properties Estate had maintained an excellent reputation for decades, with consistently stable annual dividend increases over the years. The board of directors had no intention of selling the company and urged shareholders not to be lured by empty promises in the stock market. Furthermore, Xizhen Properties would soon release a new plan benefiting shareholders; please wait for further notice.
Upon seeing the advertisement, Song Tianyao was taken aback. This was completely unlike the Lin Family's usual style. He held the newspaper and looked at Luo Zhuankun: "What did the old monk from Britain say?"
"Jonathan said that the Lin Family was foolish before, but now they can be praised as idiots. At least now they know how to take the initiative when they're short of money and maintain the situation. He said to let the Lin Family have some peace for a week, and he can also use Zhaofeng Trading to make some money to spend." Luo Zhuankun pursed his lips and said somewhat dejectedly, "The stock price of Xizhen Properties was already climbing, and everyone was rushing to hold it, with very few people selling. The Lin Family pulled this move, and not only ordinary shareholders, but even several Britain securities firms that had been holding a small amount of Xizhen Properties stock have stopped their plans and are waiting to see what Xizhen Properties will release soon. The Lin Family played this move very well, combining offense and defense."
Seeing the disappointment on Luo Zhuankun's face, Song Tianyao slapped the newspaper in his hand onto Luo's chest. "We're all in business. It's not reasonable for us smart people to expect the other party to act like an idiot."
"Jonathan is on the phone, shall I notify him for you?" Luo Zhuankun said, taking the newspaper.
"Forget it, I'm not going to see him. Tell Jonathan Gore that this is all the money we have. If I have more than I can spend, I don't need his help. Let him handle it. If we need anything other than stocks and cash, we can call the factory or the Dulles Hotel." Song Tianyao said to Luo Zhuankun, then turned and walked out.
Huang Liu yawned loudly. "Boss, you're leaving so soon after arriving? Where are you going?"
"Go to the hotel to make a few phone calls, then go to sleep," Song Tianyao said, covering his mouth with his hand and yawning.
Even without meeting Jonathan Gore, Song Tianyao already knew that the old man was going to go with the flow. In fact, Song Tianyao was a bit of a headache. He didn't know how much longer he could delay the Malaysia Spy Case. But the whole thing, all the other arrangements and plans, were just appetizers, just to help Jonathan Gore to play his hand in the stock market right now.
If Song Tianyao had enough cash on hand, he could of course disregard Jonathan Gore. The problem is, he doesn't have that much money. It's true that Pedro Lobo is supporting him, but Pedro Lobo isn't Philanthropist. He'll only give Song Tianyao money if the opportunity arises. If Song Tianyao can't even handle the initial stages, Pedro Lobo certainly won't rashly intervene.
After entering the elevator, Song Tianyao said to Huang Liu, "After you take me back to the hotel, go see Yan Hung and tell him to put Lin Xiaokang in the freezer and store him as an unidentified corpse until we receive further instructions."
"I know," Huang Liu replied.
As soon as Song Tianyao arrived at his usual room at the Dulles Hotel, poured himself a glass of water, and before he could even make a call, he received a call from Lou Fengyun from the wig factory:
"A-Yao, I called Mr. Luo, and he said you went back to the hotel, so I called again. That young man named Lu Rongfang is at the factory now; he wants to see you."
"I've already let him make a fortune. I told him not to be so greedy, or he'll burst his belly and kill himself. I don't even have time for you right now, how can I not have time for him? I'm not gay," Song Tianyao said impatiently, gripping the receiver.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Rongfang, who was next to Lou Fengyun, let out a dissatisfied shout. It was clear that this guy was in the office watching Lou Fengyun make the phone call to him, and he could vaguely hear Song Tianyao saying something to him on the phone.
Lou Fengyun lowered her voice and said, "He said he wanted to introduce you to a banker, and he brought him to the factory now. He is..."
"It's not that I look down on him, but I do believe that guy knows bankers, and his brother knows some people who own banks. Let him give up his ambitions and go back to chasing big-breasted girls." Song Tianyao yawned and said before Lou Fengyun could finish speaking.
"Could you give me the phone so I can say a few words to Mr. Song?" a cold female voice said beside Lou Fengyun.
The receiver then appeared to be handed to the woman. "Mr. Song, hello, this is Lu Yuanchun from Malaya Guangyi Bank."
At the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, two lawyers in suits, accompanied by two plainclothes officers and Lin Xiaohe's driver Hu Runsheng, stood outside the ward door blocked by Nine-Tattooed Dragon, and said in a cold voice: