Scribe Hui Comes to Borrow Money (Continued)
Jonathan Gore turned to Kong Wing-yan and smiled. "Madam, you should know that a week ago, Mr. Song and I offered John Keswick Hong Kong dollars 180 million. The current price of HK$160 million already includes the repurchase of shares that are currently declining in the stock market, which is already a very favorable offer."
"Lu Yuanchun probably won't be coming." Song Tianyao let out a heavy sigh, looking at HSBC's Michael Sandberg and Bao Yuehan: "After selling stocks and cashing out today, I have about Hong Kong dollars 70 million. Could that help me pay off my previous loans and then use that as collateral for an even larger loan..."
Because of the change in HSBC's tycoon, Michael Sandberg, who was finally spared exile to Sabah, shrugged. "Mr. Song, the newly appointed HSBC tycoon, Mr. Turner, admires you very much, but HSBC is not a welfare institution. For Hong Kong dollars 100 million, you must at least show HSBC new collateral and future prospects."
Without the funds previously agreed upon from Pedro Lobo and the He Family, if Song Tianyao wants to continue, he will have to find a way to solve the funding problem himself.
Song Tianyao lowered his head and lit a cigarette. Angie Perlis gently walked to his side, took Song Tianyao's hand, and said, "You've already earned enough. No one can stop all sorts of unexpected things from happening. You've already proven your excellence to everyone..."
"You think I'm helpless? Don't try to comfort me, it's far from enough. It's just that I don't want to beg Mr. Chu until it comes to that. Actually, he's already prepared to mortgage Likang Company to the bank, so I can get money from him anytime. I just don't want to borrow. If I borrow again this time, I don't know how much of a favor I'll owe Mr. Chu." Song Tianyao squeezed Angie Perlis's hand back and looked at Michael Sandberg: "Likang Company, I..."
"Knock knock... Sir?" The waiter's voice rang out again from outside the door.
"The coffee's here," Angie Perlis said.
She walked gracefully through the living room like the lady of the house, while Zhao Wenye, who had been standing by the door, had already opened it for her.
There was indeed a waiter standing outside the door, but instead of bringing coffee, he brought two other people with him.
"Miss Angie, this gentleman and lady wish to see Mr. Song," the waiter said with a smile and a slight bow to Angie Perlis.
Behind him was Scribe Hui, who wore black-rimmed glasses and a charcoal gray suit that always seemed out of place on him, and a fair-skinned, professional woman with bright eyes and white teeth, carrying a briefcase beside Scribe Hui.
"Miss Angie... hello." Scribe Hui, looked rather flustered. He had expected Song Tianyao to open the door, but instead, it was Angie Perlis who opened it.
This made Scribe Hui, hesitate a bit before speaking, as he wasn't very familiar with Angie Perlis.
"After I get the money from Likang Company, I will bypass the He Family and talk directly to John Keswick. I'll have him put pressure on the He Family. If that's not enough, I hope Bishop He will say something, considering my plan to donate funds to the Anglican Church to build a new church. In short, we can't let the He Family sell the shares to the Lin Family or the Bank of East Asia. They can only sell them to my woman. She's Britain. Shouldn't the Britain have some inherent advantages? As for the Police Force, it would be best if Commissioner Mak express his attitude fairly and impartially and analyze the situation." Seeing that it was his Scribe Hui outside, Song Tianyao was only slightly taken aback before his expression returned to normal as he spoke to Shek Chi-yik.
Shek Chi-yik stood up from the sofa, buttoned up his suit jacket, and shook hands with Song Tianyao: "No problem."
"If Mrs. Bess has the opportunity to meet Mrs. Ge Mulian, could you please inquire for me? I'm currently short of funds and am planning to transfer 30% of my shares in the wig factory. I wonder if Mrs. Ge Mulian would be interested? If she is, I'd like Hong Kong dollars 500,000. Once my cash flow returns to normal, I can consider buying it back from her at a higher price." Song Tianyao shook hands with Shek Chi-yik, put his right arm around the other's shoulder, gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear.
Shek Chi-yik acted as if he hadn't heard, hugged Song Tianyao briefly, then immediately separated. As he passed Angie Perlis, he gave her a light hug before leaving the Dulles Hotel.
Luo Zhuankun then stood up as well. "Mr. Song, Mr. Gore and I will return to the brokerage firm first; I think the trading suspension should be ending soon."
"Don't worry, even if I have to sell myself, you won't be short of money. Keep driving down the stock price, and wait for my call anytime," Song Tianyao said confidently to Luo Zhuankun, flicking his cigarette ash.
Jonathan Gore slowly rose and, as he passed Song Tianyao, said to Song Tianyao, "Based on my years of experience in the London financial markets, you have to act quickly in these kinds of situations. You might spend more money quickly, but the rewards beyond that are much greater."
Bao Yuehan also left with Jonathan Gore, who was the deputy head of investment securities at HSBC and had been continuously assisting Gore and Luo Zhuankun with their short selling during this period.
Only when Michael Sandberg, Angie Perlis, Kong Wing-yan, and Ji Wenming remained in the room did Song Tianyao look at his Scribe Hui was still standing outside the door, hesitant to step inside.
"Didn't Sister Yun say you're always flying around? Why did you suddenly decide to come back and see me?"
As he spoke, he glanced twice at Wei Meixian, the secretary behind Scribe Hui.
Scribe Hui subconsciously shrank his neck, stepped in from outside, smiled at the others as a greeting, then scratched the back of his head and looked at Song Tianyao with a grin.
Seeing Scribe Hui's smile gave Song Tianyao a headache. He knew Scribe Hui's good-for-nothing nature all too well. Whenever Master Hui gave him that idiotic smile, it meant either he had gotten into trouble outside and wanted Song Tianyao to stand up for him, or he had encountered an unsolvable problem and was preparing to come back to be scolded by Song Tianyao, while also asking for clarification on what to do next.
"What's wrong? Tell me, I've been in a bad mood lately, and if you cause trouble..." Song Tianyao said impatiently to his Scribe Hui, while holding a cigarette.
The travel-worn Scribe Hui, lowered his head, avoiding Song Tianyao's sharp gaze, and hurriedly stammered, "Sister Yun said Mr. Song, you're at the Dulles Hotel. I just got off the plane and rushed over because the garment factory is short of funds. So, I was thinking, Mr. Song, could you perhaps help me treat the bank staff to a meal and borrow some money at the lowest interest rate..."