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Chapter 1302 - 898 is also quite familiar_2

Chapter 1302: 898 is also quite familiar_2

"What’s the matter?"

"I want to go back for a while."

Go back?

Back to that mountain?

It wasn’t hard to understand.

That mountain, though desolate and crumbling, was still her home.

Which child wouldn’t miss home?

She’d been away from the mountain for quite some time.

Lan Peizhi paused, her voice low and soft, "Your master hasn’t asked about you once. He’s probably living quite comfortably now."

Tanki Liuli said nothing, her eyelids lowering.

Seeing this, Lan Peizhi realized she might have misunderstood.

If her younger sister suddenly mentioned returning to the mountain, it probably wasn’t out of homesickness.

"Why do you suddenly want to go back to the mountain?"

Sisterly bonds require no pretense.

Lan Peizhi’s question was direct.

This question was not superfluous.

To anyone else, such a lifestyle might seem extraordinarily dull and tedious, but she was Tanki Liuli.

"I feel like I’ve affected him."

Affected?

Lan Peizhi naturally knew who "him" referred to.

Though her younger sister’s adaptability was impressive, capable of embracing any environment without fuss over food or shelter—even her considerable appetite was satisfied with simple steamed buns—it couldn’t be forgotten that, no matter how removed she seemed from worldly concerns, she was still a living, breathing person.

A person.

Which meant she had pride.

"Did he say something to you?"

Lan Peizhi frowned, her expression growing increasingly tense.

Her Taoist nun sister was pure as crystal, free of any imperfections or schemes; she couldn’t possibly be the type to tattletale.

But even a slightly mature child wouldn’t want to be a burden dragging others down.

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"It’s hard to imagine how grand this place might have been once."

Ruins scorched to ashes by invaders.

A woman visiting a foreign land observed the shattered, jagged remnants, murmuring softly.

Once a broken mirror, forever unwhole.

No matter how expertly something is repaired, it can never return to its original state.

The humiliating and tragic history is something every child of Shenzhou holds deep in their heart, but hearing such heartfelt sentiments emerge from this woman’s mouth was unsettling.

Of course.

Not simply because she was a foreigner.

But because among those shameless thieves long ago, her ancestors were counted.

Nevertheless, Shenzhou, a land of rites and civility, devoted to peace, refuses to sink into the mire of hatred and historical resentment. This was why Song Chaoge showcased the magnanimity of a great nation, responding calmly, "Perhaps it’s precisely these ruins that inspire us to remember history and work tirelessly to rebuild."

Beautifully said.

He used to habitually wear an understated pair of black-framed glasses to conceal his character, but somehow, at some point, he’d stopped hiding.

The woman beside him seemingly agreed, nodding her head. Her fluency in Shenzhou’s tongue rivaled that of the natives themselves.

"Not only Shenzhou; history must be remembered by all of us. We must avoid repeating mistakes and letting tragedies unfold again."

In a scenic park filled with idyllic beauty, the two walked side by side, harmonious and peaceful, though who knew if the histories they referred to were of the same kind?

"Thank you, Miss Fujiwara, for your generous support of Shenzhou’s development. On behalf of Shenzhou’s millions of couriers, I extend my heartfelt gratitude."

This Miss Fujiwara, someone Song Chaoge respected, chuckled coquettishly, her charm rippling like the waters of the lake, enchanting and captivating.

"Mr. Song flatters me. Such praises are beyond what a humble woman like me deserves. My investment in Kangaroo was merely self-preservation."

The woman beside him was undoubtedly a rare beauty unmatched by the ages, but Song Chaoge was clearly not the sort to be tempted by mere appearances. He responded evenly with a faint smile, "Miss Fujiwara is too modest. Although Great Wall Group’s development has been rapid, I don’t believe it poses an immediate threat to Hippo."

The Hippo Group’s stock acquisitions might be unknown to the masses, but he understood all too well.

Referring to Hippo as a foreign enterprise might be an exaggeration, but the fact remained: the Dongying financial consortium, represented by her family, was indeed Hippo Group’s major shareholder.

Of course.

Song Chaoge himself was also a shareholder of Hippo, though his stake obviously paled in comparison to hers.

So, in a sense.

The two were partners or, perhaps more accurately, a coalition of shared interests.

"I wonder, Mr. Song, what factors led to your conclusion?"

The Fujiwara woman tilted her head, her expression playful yet cunning, her full, glistening lips reflecting a radiant sheen in the light.

"I’m familiar with several of Great Wall Group’s board members. As compatriots, I admire their ideals; however, I also think their perspectives are overly idealistic, detached from reality. Their current approach is pulling themselves, along with their competitors, into a mire. To borrow a saying from Shenzhou: hurting others without benefiting oneself. Advocating welfare for grassroots workers isn’t wrong, but the interests of businesses must also be considered; otherwise, if the company fails, workers will inevitably suffer homelessness and destitution."

Song Chaoge’s steady, impactful analysis was eloquent and rational.

From different vantage points, the way one sees a problem is naturally different.

"Under normal circumstances, Mr. Song’s perspective is utterly correct, and I agree with it wholeheartedly. Even if Great Wall Group succeeds in crushing Kangaroo, the stable industry rules will be destroyed. The sheer amount of employment and the excessive benefits promised—no company can bear it alone. When the time comes, Great Wall’s only option will be to cut back on benefits. The outcry then would likely be more overwhelming than Kangaroo’s current plight."

"Since Miss Fujiwara understands this..."

"Mr. Song, what I just outlined is premised on one condition: normal circumstances. I believe your assessment of Great Wall Group may have some inaccuracies."

"Great Wall’s major shareholder, CEO Cao of Jiuding, has known me since childhood..."

"But does Mr. Song know Great Wall is currently planning a major move?"

Song Chaoge turned to meet her gaze, not pretending to understand, humbly asking, "I’d like Miss Fujiwara to enlighten me."

The Fujiwara woman stared straight ahead, the willows on both sides of the lake bending low, "Great Wall Group is preparing to acquire Hengsheng Group."

Though he knew she wouldn’t make baseless claims, upon hearing this news, even Song Chaoge couldn’t help his pupils contracting reflexively.

"Impossible."

It slipped out.

Indeed.

Hengsheng Group, burdened with debts exceeding a trillion yuan, avoided like the plague. Anyone with sound judgment would find the notion absurd.

"To be honest, when I first heard the news, I felt just as incredulous as you. But the reality is, under the mediation of Shenzhou’s higher-ups, Great Wall Group has already reached a consensus with Hengsheng. This acquisition, or merger, is very likely unfolding in secrecy even as we speak."

Song Chaoge’s expression shifted repeatedly. For him to visibly show such emotional reactions spoke volumes about the shock he felt.

"...Miss Fujiwara, I still can’t believe it."

The woman who delivered this earth-shattering news smiled gently.

"That’s understandable. With Mr. Song’s status, verifying the authenticity of this news shouldn’t be difficult. Frankly, I hope it’s false."

Song Chaoge’s gaze wavered, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.

"...Why would they acquire Hengsheng Group?"

Not to mention where they could even procure such enormous funding.

The key question.

Their **purpose**?

The Fujiwara woman shook her head, "To this day, I still haven’t figured it out."

She looked to the distinguished man beside her in this nation, "Mr. Song, didn’t you say you were childhood friends with CEO Cao? Maybe you should ask him."

A chilling, dark humor.

Song Chaoge fell silent.

The Fujiwara woman sighed faintly.

"Mr. Song, perhaps we cannot understand because they and we are simply not the same."

Song Chaoge offered no comment, as though he’d regained composure.

"Miss Fujiwara, where did you hear this news?"

Precisely.

Such a groundbreaking development.

Before any formal confirmation, rumors wouldn’t spread.

Even he hadn’t caught wind of anything. How had a Dongying woman come to know?

"I forgot to tell Mr. Song."

The Fujiwara woman curved a smile, for an instant eclipsing the surrounding scenery.

"I happen to be quite well-acquainted with one of Great Wall’s board members."