12dz Chapter 528 - 231: An Uncle Searching for His Son (Part 4)
Chapter 528 - 231: An Uncle Searching for His Son (Part 4)
"We’re not going anywhere; we’re just going to wait at the hospital entrance. Let’s see how you plan to escape."
...
The shareholders were just about to leave when the bank representatives arrived.
Bank official: "It’s good you’re all here. Jiacheng Investment’s 2.5 billion RMB loan secured with our bank needs to be repaid immediately. Otherwise, we will be forced to dispose of your mortgaged properties and equity."
Zhang Zhengjun hurriedly said, "Vice Governor Li, please give me some time, and I promise I can sort this out."
Bank official: "Chairman Zhang, we are very aware of your company’s current situation. More than 90% of your investments are problematic. Even if you manage to resolve these issues, it won’t be something that can be done in a short time. We can’t take on such a big risk, nor can we give you that much time to handle it. According to our contract, if there’s a financial issue on your end, we’re entitled to dispose of all your collateral three days after notifying you. Let’s abide by the agreement: you repay the money within three days, and we will return your collateral. If you can’t repay, we have to dispose of your collateral. As you’re aware, the auction prices from our bank are likely low and might not cover the principal and interest; you’ll have to supplement the shortfall. We have fulfilled our duty to notify; all subsequent responsibilities fall on you. Additionally, we have applied to the court to freeze the private assets of Jiacheng Investment and each shareholder. If this causes inconvenience to you, we sincerely apologize. We are also helpless in this situation and hope you understand."
After saying this, the bank representatives left.
The previously quiet shareholders became agitated again.
"Zhang Zhengjun, what are we going to do now? Our assets are going to be frozen too; we got dragged into this mess by you!"
"You used Jiacheng Investment’s assets to settle personal grudges. Why didn’t you inform us beforehand? We can’t bear these losses; you must bear all responsibility yourself."
"Exactly! You went against Mr. Yang by deliberately investing 3 billion RMB into He Li Lao to compete with Hai Li Lao. You have to take full responsibility!"
...
There’s a saying about the victors becoming kings and losers being outlaws. Zhang Zhengjun and Zhang Jiacheng didn’t dare say a word.
Yang Chen stretched and said, "Wow, this financial drama is quite a spectacle. Zhang Jiacheng, last time I mentioned that I hope you’ll be able to afford the medical expenses when the time comes. Right? Dean Chen, about how much were Young Master Zhang’s medical expenses again?"
Chen Changqing: "Approximately about 5 million RMB. Not much. If they can owe the bank 2.5 billion, how could they care about a mere five million?"
Yang Chen: "Haha... Makes sense. Young Master Zhang, good luck to you. In your next life, be more humble and don’t dare to bite anyone you meet."
After speaking, Yang Chen turned and left.
Zhang Jiacheng stared blankly at Yang Chen’s back, not daring to utter a word.
Yang Chen had already set the stage, leaving the rest of the act to the bank, shareholders, and Jiacheng Investment’s customers to perform with the Zhang family.
...
A pleasant day starts by picking up passengers in a sports car.
After dropping off a passenger across districts, Yang Chen headed back through the tunnel.
At this point, he saw a middle-aged man walking cautiously along the tunnel wall, clearly terrified of the passing vehicles.
Yang Chen quickly signaled and changed lanes to the right-side lane, then turned on his hazard lights to alert the cars behind that his vehicle had "issues," afterward stopping in front of the man.
"Get in! I’ll take you out!" Yang Chen shouted.
The man looked at Yang Chen blankly and didn’t move.
Yang Chen quickly called out, "Mister, get in the car. I’ll take you out. This tunnel is several miles long; it’s too dangerous to walk out."
The man responded humbly, "I... I have no money."
Yang Chen: "I’m going that way anyway, no charge. I’d burn fuel whether I take you or not, so no payment needed."
Only then did the man nod and get in the car.
"Thank you, young man," the man said.
Yang Chen noticed he looked disheveled and had a non-local accent, so he asked, "No need to thank me; I was just passing by. Why did you walk into the tunnel, Mister? It’s very dangerous here."
The man replied, "I’m not from around here. I didn’t know this was a tunnel. When I realized it was, I thought I might walk out by going a bit further. I didn’t expect it to be so long. My son was abducted twenty years ago. Half a year ago, the trafficker who took him was caught. He confessed that my son was sold to a family in Hai City back then. So I came to find him. But Hai City is too big; I searched for over three months and still haven’t found him."
Yang Chen instinctively glanced back at the man, whose face was etched with years of hardship.
Just then, the man’s stomach growled. Judging by his frail appearance, he likely hadn’t been eating or sleeping well these past three months.
Yang Chen: "Do you have any other clues?"
The man: "No. I only know he was sold to a family in the Beizha District of Hai City. The trafficker hasn’t been able to contact that family for a long time and has forgotten their appearance and name."
It happened twenty years ago, truly a tough situation.
Yang Chen: "Without any other clues, how can you find him?"
The man: "I know, but I still have to try. Otherwise, I feel like I’m letting my son down. Not being able to protect my son like other fathers is my biggest failure. I’ve been searching for him for twenty years. Now, I’m the closest I’ve ever been. Even if I can’t find him, I have to come. I’d die here; it’s the closest place to him."
Damn, it’s so emotional in the morning it makes you want to cry.
Yang Chen blinked repeatedly, holding back his tears.
"Do you have a photo of your son?" Yang Chen asked again.
The man: "Yes! I have his hundred-day-old photo and a photo from when he got his braids cut at ten years old!"
Yang Chen nodded and said, "I’m a bit hungry. Mister, why don’t you join me for breakfast, and later I’ll ask my ride-hailing friends to help search the city. Is that okay?"
In fact, Yang Chen had already eaten a nutritious breakfast made by Yu Shishi early in the morning. He just worried the man might feel embarrassed to accept a meal from him, so he said it this way on purpose.
The man quickly nodded and said, "Sure, sure. Thank you, young man. If I can find my son, I’d have no regrets in this life. I’d owe you my life and you could make me do anything. I don’t have money to thank you, but I have this life."
Yang Chen: "Haha... If we can find your son, that would be my good deed, not requiring any reward. Even if we don’t find him, there’s no need for thanks. We’re out of the tunnel now, so let’s find a place to eat."