Chapter 930 - 331: Going to Commit Suicide in Red? (Part 3)

Chapter 930: Chapter 331: Going to Commit Suicide in Red? (Part 3)

Xu Guangyou: "I already called Mr. Yang. He said this was your fault, and we don’t need to worry. So, Chairman Liao, you’d better go talk to Mr. Yang; talking to me is useless."

Liao Yongfu: "From what you’re saying, both Beijing Benz and Beijing Auto are going to stand on the same front as Yang Chen?"

Xu Guangyou: "Of course. Mr. Yang holds 15% of Mercedes-Benz Group’s equity. Star Investment, Beijing Auto, and Geely Auto—if the three of us join hands we can check the Mercedes top brass. If we don’t stand on the same front as Yang Xasheng, are we supposed to stand on the same front as you? With all due respect, your only way out now is to hurry up and make peace with Mr. Yang, give up a bit of equity to him so everyone becomes one of our own. Otherwise, Mr. Yang will definitely find a way to go after your All-Star Group. On this point I can say with absolute certainty."

Liao Yongfu: "Hmph! My All-Star Group has weathered storms for 80 years; you think we’re that easy to pinch? You’re giving him way too much credit."

Xu Guangyou: "Haha... I’m just giving you a suggestion from a friendly competitor’s perspective, no need to get so worked up. I’m hanging up."

After hanging up, Liao Yongfu slammed the table in anger.

But once he calmed down, he also sensed the crisis.

From the moment All-Star Group stepped in to protect Zhang Yongjun, they and Yang Chen were already enemies.

For All-Star Group, there really are only two paths now: either absorb Yang Chen as a shareholder, or go head?to?head with him. The option of peaceful coexistence no longer exists.

How to choose, they had to think through carefully.

As the end of the year approached, many industries would hold a year-end summary conference.

The auto industry was of course no exception.

This year’s Dragon Country Auto Industry Summit was held on December 26 in the No. 1 banquet hall of Beijing Haiyalantis Hotel.

This conference was by invitation only. Basically any car brand in Dragon Country that had a fixed office address, as well as large dealers, all received invitations.

And each brand that received an invitation letter could decide who would attend the summit based on actual circumstances, with a maximum of ten people allowed into the venue.

Besides summarizing the past year’s development of Dragon Country and the global auto industry, this summit was also a chance for each brand to flex its muscles.

BMW and Mercedes were the first to send invitations to Yang Chen, hoping he could represent the companies at the summit.

A big shot like him, able to acquire so much equity, definitely had more industries behind him. Having him represent the companies at the summit was an honor, and maybe, through his network, he could bring some unexpected partnerships to the companies.

Yang Chen had only been to Beijing twice in his life, back in primary school and seventh grade. It had been more than ten years since he last went, so he figured he’d treat it like a trip and accepted the invitations from both companies.

Because Mercedes and BMW are German brands, the summit had always arranged seating by country, with brands from the same country sitting in one area. So the representatives of Mercedes and BMW would definitely sit together, which meant Yang Chen could represent both companies at the same time.

On the other side, All-Star Group also sent invitations to some powerful shareholders, hoping they could represent All-Star Group at the summit.

However, some investment institutions hadn’t only invested in All-Star Group; they had also invested in Mercedes, BMW, Geely and many other well-known brands. They would definitely give priority to automakers, not to a distributor.

So after inviting around, All-Star Group ended up with the Ye Family, their strongest shareholder, to represent them at the summit.

Ye Kaiguo was getting old, and Ye Xuan’s injury hadn’t healed yet; neither was in any condition to go to Beijing, so Ye Kaiguo sent Ye Xuan’s father, Ye Long, to attend the summit on behalf of the Ye Family.

...

Right after Yang Chen dropped off a passenger, the historian Li Chuanen called.

"Young man, are you free these two days? I want to charter your car to go to Beijing. Is that okay?" Li Chuanen asked.

What a coincidence—Yang Chen just happened to be going to Beijing.

"I’m free. When do we leave?" Yang Chen replied.

Li Chuanen: "If it’s convenient, tonight, or early tomorrow. I have to attend an international history symposium in a couple of days. Once I get there, I still need to meet a few professors from Beijing University to prepare materials. And my daughter wants to tag along and play there for a few days; I also need to bring some documents. So I wanted to charter your car to go two days early."

Counting the days, this symposium happened to be on the same day as the auto summit.

Yang Chen was also planning to go two days early, and by the way, check out the flag?raising ceremony or something.

Yang Chen: "Sure. Then let’s leave at eight tomorrow morning; we’ll get there just in time for dinner."

Li Chuanen: "Okay. Then we’ll meet at eight tomorrow morning. I’ve got quite a lot of stuff here, so I’ll trouble you to drive over and pick us up. And what about the fare? Charge whatever you should; don’t be polite with me."

Yang Chen: "Then just give me 1,000 yuan."

Li Chuanen: "Huh? That little? You’ll lose money like that."

Yang Chen: "I won’t. I can just take the chance to hang around there for a few days. I’ve been busy the whole year; it’s time to give myself a break."

Li Chuanen: "Haha... all right then! It’s settled. See you at eight tomorrow morning."

At eight in the evening, after dropping off a passenger, Yang Chen was about to call it a day.

He had to get up early tomorrow for Beijing, so he needed to head home and sleep.

Just then, someone suddenly opened the door and got into the back seat.

While logging out of his Bibi driver account, Yang Chen said, "Sorry, I’m off work. And this is a ride?hailing car, not a taxi. Sorry."

A cold female voice came from the back: "I’ll give you all my money. Just take me to Longteng Garden."

Hmm?

Longteng Garden?

That was Yang Chen’s complex.

He turned around and nearly cried out in shock.

In the back sat a girl whose features were quite refined, but her face was made up deathly white, with bright red lipstick, and the killer part was that she was wearing a red dress from head to toe.

The temperature was below zero; wasn’t she cold dressed like that?

Mainly, her makeup was terrifying, just like one of those female ghosts in horror movies.

"Miss, what are you going to Longteng Garden for? It’s more than an hour from here," Yang Chen asked.

He could tell something was off with her state. If she went to his complex and made a scene, it’d affect the image of the place; if something big happened, it could even affect the housing prices.

The girl picked up her bag, pulled out a wallet and set it on the front passenger seat. "Stop asking. Just take me there. Everything in the wallet is yours, and the bank card PIN is 097310."

Shit, dressed like this and heading to Longteng Garden—was she going there to kill herself?

That really would tank the entire complex’s housing prices.

This was something he had to step in on.

"Miss, are you having some kind of breakdown?" Yang Chen asked.

The girl grew anxious. "Are you driving or not? If you’re not, I’ll go find another car!"

Yang Chen: "I’m driving! How could I not when there’s money to be made? I’ll take you to Longteng Garden right now."

He had to follow and make sure she didn’t do anything stupid.

After driving for a while, Yang Chen tried to keep chatting with her. "Miss, what do you do? You’re so pretty. Are you a flight attendant?"

The girl’s eyes lit up. "Huh? How did you know?"

Yang Chen: "You’re pretty, so I just guessed. Which airline are you with?"

Girl: "Stop asking and just drive. Maybe you’ll find out from the news tomorrow."

On the news?

Yeah, no doubt—she was going to commit suicide.

Dammit, if you’re going to kill yourself, pick somewhere else. Why my complex?

That would tank the housing prices.

Then again, dressed head?to?toe in red to kill herself, it looked like she really hated that person’s guts. She was probably trying to do what they say in movies—accumulate maximum resentment and come back for revenge.

In most cases like this, it was probably a relationship issue.

Yang Chen probed, "A pretty girl like you must have lots of suitors, right?"

The girl paused for a few seconds, then let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, lots of people chased me. But I was blind enough to pick the scummiest one. I was so stupid; I thought choosing love meant I’d definitely be happy, but in the end he ran off with someone else for money. If I’d known, I should’ve chosen money. I had so many options back then—company executives, business owners—I could pick and choose. Even if I couldn’t marry them, at least I’d be materially satisfied. I chose him and put up with a poor life, and he still ran off with someone else for money. Tell me, am I pathetic or what?"

Yeah, no doubt about it—her boyfriend ran off with some rich woman, and she couldn’t take it. So she put on a red dress and was going to his home to kill herself, thinking that way her resentment would cling to him for life.

"Damn, which good?for?nothing scumbag lives in my complex? You’re screwing me over here," Yang Chen cursed silently in his heart.