"I... well..." Lin Xiaojie opened his mouth several times, but couldn't get the words out.
Ji Dongpu waved his hand, indicating that he should go to the Police Station first. Seeing his expression, he said, "Are you thinking that since I knew there would be problems sooner or later, why didn't I tell your brothers before? Would they listen if I told them? Each of you is arrogant and complacent, thinking you are a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, a pillar of the state. If I talk too much, they might think I have ulterior motives towards the Lin Family."
When the police suddenly appeared and asked for his assistance in an investigation, Lin Xiaojie almost forgot why he had come. Just before leaving, he said to Ji Dongpu, "By the way, the HSBC tycoon sent someone to see Brother Sam when I arrived. I think it's most likely Song Tianyao..."
"It's just a smokescreen. If HSBC really sided with Song Tianyao, how could they let you know this? It must have been done quietly. Song Tianyao is using this tactic to make the Lin Family look even more chaotic. HSBC never rushes to take a stand. Only a new manager would be out of his mind to stand up for Song Tianyao now. Song Tianyao isn't his Dad, and he doesn't have any new capital to pledge. Why would HSBC stand up for him?" After a moment's thought, Ji Dongpu spoke confidently, "Besides, even if the stock price plummets, it should be Jardine, which has always had a close relationship with the Lin Family, that should step in. They'd be better able to calm the shareholders' emotions. I've already contacted Jardine." He had also called the He Family, and he couldn't be wrong. The He Family stood up for Lin Xiaohe, and Pedro Lobo immediately stopped. He knew the importance of prioritizing maintaining the friendship with the He Family over sacrificing Song Tianyao. Without Pedro Lobo's money, did Song Tianyao think he could stir up trouble with the tens of millions he'd made in the stock market? "I'm in the banking business," Luo Bao thought. "Banks never do anything without profit. Song Tianyao doesn't have enough collateral. Even if his name is known throughout Hong Kong now, HSBC won't lend him a single penny! This time, the Lin Family only survived because Lin Xiaohe managed to get He Shili, who was far away in Taiwan, to shield them from the worst danger and keep them afloat!"
Chapter 422 Chase the Dead
"Ring ring!" The telephone rang in the villa's living room.
Lu Peiying and Chu Xiaoxin have already left, and Angie Perez and Juliana Abbey have also returned to their bedroom to rest. In the living room on the first floor.
The White Russian maid, who was preparing a fruit platter and a late-night snack for Song Tianyao and Ji Wenming, wanted to put down the food she had just cut to answer the phone, but Ji Wenming had already come out of the smoke-filled study first.
"I'll listen."
Ji Wenming walked to the telephone table, picked up the walnut wood telephone receiver with gilded decorations, and said, "Hello? This is Mr. Song Tianyao's residence. Who is this?"
The call was very short; the other end only said a few words before hanging up. Ji Wenming took a deep breath, put the receiver back in its place, and in his excitement, he even slammed the receiver back onto the phone with a loud bang!
The White Russian maid standing nearby frowned repeatedly, seemingly unable to understand how these refined and elegant young masters could have such a rude legal assistant.
Ji Wenming walked briskly into the study and said to Song Tianyao, who was sitting behind his desk, sipping a cigar and flipping through "The Collected Works from the Ice-Drinker's Studio":
"Mr. Song! He's sold it! Lin Xiaosen has been sold! He really was planning to first deal with internal problems and then pacify external ones!"
The cigar in Song Tianyao's mouth trembled slightly. He took it off and looked at Ji Wenming: "Michael Sandberg?"
"Yes!" Ji Wenming nodded emphatically. "Eighty million Hong Kong dollars. Lin Xiaosen transferred the Lin Family's 27% stake in Xizhen Properties to HSBC. The contract was just signed, and HSBC will make payment within three days of the signing to complete the transaction. Mr. Michael Sandberg personally called to inform you as soon as the contract was signed."
"Which bank did Lin Xiaosen ask HSBC to transfer that money to within three days?" Song Tianyao asked again almost as soon as Ji Wenming finished speaking.
Ji Wenming also spoke very quickly, "Guangnian Commercial Bank, the boss is Feng Junnian, a Fujian native, but he may have a Taiwan background. Many Kuomintang figures in Hong Kong choose to deposit their money in this bank. It has three branches in various parts of Hong Kong, more than many large Chinese-owned banks."
"How are the procedures and formalities for filing a lawsuit with Mr. Lu going?" After listening to Ji Wenming's introduction of Guangnian Commercial Bank's background, Song Tianyao pondered for a moment before looking up and asking again.
Ji Wenming said with a gleam in his eyes, "Mr. Lu has already made arrangements. We're just waiting for Mr. Song, Mr. Song, to speak. Mr. Lu Si had already prepared a undated procedure when I came to help you. Once the date is added, it will be perfectly reasonable and beyond reproach."
"This bank has Taiwan connections. Let's cut to the chase. Contact Michael Sandberg and have him arrange for HSBC to deliver the money to Guangnian Commercial Bank at 9 AM on the third day. Once the people at Guangnian Commercial Bank receive the money, we'll have the court intervene. Tomorrow morning, I'll accompany my third aunt to see Mr. Lu. After that, it'll depend on Mr. Lu's arrangements. We can't let Lin Xiaosen get this 80 million so easily. My third aunt must also have a place in the Lin Family." Song Tianyao stubbed out his cigar heavily.
Ji Wenming turned to leave to contact Michael Sandberg, but Song Tianyao spoke again, stopping him. "Lawyer Ji... never mind, call Michael Sandberg tomorrow morning. This guy has already done too much for me today, let him get a good night's sleep. You should also go upstairs to the guest room and get some rest; you've worked hard these past few days."
"I'm fine. After hearing that call, I feel much more energetic. With 27% of the shares going to HSBC, Mr. Song, you can finally get a good night's sleep tonight." Ji Wenming leaned against the doorframe of the study, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and turned his head to look at Song Tianyao with a relaxed expression.
Song Tianyao leaned back in his chair, licking his lips excitedly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Indeed, it's exhausting. First, I made knives for others, then they threw them away. This knife had to survive on its own. It felt like I was always wrapped in cotton, cutting into things I couldn't reach. Hearing this phone call was the only time it finally broke through the cotton ball and emerged from its cocoon. By the way, call Luo Zhuankun and tell him to buy up some Xizhen Properties shares after the market opens tomorrow. HSBC has already bought the Lin Family's shares, so we need to stabilize the situation and make shareholders feel that Xizhen Properties is still salvageable."