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Chapter 485: The fall of one is the woe of all

Chapter 485: The fall of one is the woe of all

"I have something urgent this afternoon; please ask for a leave on my behalf."

In the taxi, Ren Miao called her roommate, who was the shift leader, then spent nearly an hour en route.

Not many cities in the country could be prefixed with "Big," but Hancheng was one of them.

Moreover, the Tusun Cars production base was located in a remote area far away from the city center. It wasn’t exactly wilderness, but the place was scarcely populated, and it was Ren Miao’s first time there.

Once she got out of the taxi, Ren Miao intended to enter the facility, only to find that security was exceptionally strict. Even after she mentioned Dai Chibei’s name, without any proof of identity or a work pass, the security would not let her through—until Dai Chibei came out personally to pick her up.

"Chibei, your management here is really strict."

Contrary to Ren Miao’s expectations, the environment of the Tusun Cars production base was quite beautiful and clean, with plenty of greenery. It was said to employ thousands of workers, but at that moment, no one was in sight, making the vast campus seem very empty.

"Come over here,"

Dai Chibei, the Crown Prince of Tusun Cars, reminded her.

Looking at the lines on the ground, Ren Miao asked curiously, "What are these lines for?"

"These are pedestrian lines. Employees can only walk within the areas demarcated by these white lines."

Ren Miao was astonished.

"That strict?"

Apart from the footpaths, even the roads for vehicles had zebra crossings.

"The most important rule in production work is to ensure the safety of employees’ lives. We have a special disciplinary inspection department. Even if I were to break the rules, and they caught me, I’d have to pay a fine from my salary,"

Dai Chibei said as if joking.

It seemed that he had just come out of the workshop, dressed in a green production uniform, adjusting the safety helmet on his head. The Crown Prince of Tusun Cars was dressed like an ordinary workshop worker, which felt very down-to-earth.

Despite his extraordinary family background, his appearance wasn’t particularly outstanding. It matched his temperament—there was nothing haughty about him, and he gave off an approachable vibe.

Immediately, Ren Miao withdrew her foot, becoming cautious and walking neatly within the pedestrian path outlined by the white lines.

"Chibei, how big is this place?"

"It should be about the size of your school,"

Dai Chibei said. "How about I take you for a look around the production workshop?"

"Won’t that violate your regulations?"

Ren Miao asked cautiously.

Dai Chibei smiled.

"It won’t, but you’ll have to follow the safety measures like me."

He pointed to the safety helmet on his head.

Ren Miao laughed.

"Let’s not, I don’t want to interfere with your work."

"Okay."

Dai Chibei didn’t insist.

"Look, that’s our administrative center."

Ren Miao followed his gaze, and a four-story building came into view.

"Is your uncle Dai here?"

"He doesn’t usually come here."

"So you’re the one in charge?"

With a self-deprecating smile, Dai Chibei said, "Yeah, I’m just born to be a hard worker."

"Only in your twenties and managing such a big base, Chibei, you’re really amazing."

Ren Miao expressed her admiration.

"It seems that you came to see me today for a favor, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be flattering me so much."

"Chibei, I’m serious,"

Ren Miao protested playfully.

This young man, who wasn’t much older than her, was indeed an outstanding person, graduated from the Guanghua School of Management at Capital University.

The prestige of Capital University’s Guanghua is well-known to everyone.

"All right, let’s hear it. You wouldn’t come all this way for nothing important, right?"

Upon arriving at the office, Dai Chibei poured a glass of water for Ren Miao.

"Chibei, can’t you just play along?"

Ren Miao took the glass of water, feeling somewhat helpless.

Dai Chibei motioned for her to sit on the sofa.

"I could play along, but I’m worried you might find it tiresome to beat around the bush."

Ren Miao forced a smile.

Hong Xiaoyu said she was mature, but in front of Dai Chibei, she always felt like the same young girl who had never really grown up.

"Chibei, my family... encountered a bit of trouble," Wei Wei said.

She lowered her head, taking a sip of water.

Dai Chibei’s expression remained unchanged, listening quietly.

"The bank suddenly cut off loans to my dad, and many partner companies have also breached their contracts. My dad has been losing sleep over this lately."

"Did Uncle Ren tell you this?" Dai Chibei asked.

Indeed, Dai Chibei was not like other young people, showing no surprise and remaining unusually calm.

"No, how could my dad ever talk to me about such things? He’s always been one to share good news but not the bad."

Honestly, Ren Miao said, "It was Auntie Weng who told me."

Dai Chibei, of course, was aware of the Ren family’s situation.

Without any useless chatter, he asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Ren Miao unconsciously gripped the water cup tighter.

In reality, she didn’t understand much about the business world. She instinctively felt that Dai Chibei might be able to help, leading her to be at a loss for how to respond in that moment.

"Miao Miao, when you sit at the negotiation table, you first need to be clear about your core demands. Otherwise, if you take over Uncle Ren’s business in the future, it’s going to be very difficult for you."

Ren Miao had no words in reply.

"What are these issues you’re talking about? What is Uncle Ren’s biggest problem right now?" Dai Chibei asked.

Ren Miao recalled what Weng Chun had told her.

"...Auntie Weng said that the money my dad owes the bank is coming due soon."

The other issues could be dealt with later; the loan owed to the bank seemed to be the most pressing matter.

"How much does Uncle Ren owe the bank?"

"Fifty million."

Dai Chibei’s eyes showed contemplation.

Fifty million.

Not a large amount.

The Dai Family could certainly afford it.

But still...

"I understand. Miao Miao, you go back first," he said.

Ren Miao did not push for a commitment there and then.

"Chibei, I’m sorry to trouble you."

Dai Chibei smiled.

After Ren Miao had left, Dai Chibei took out his phone and made a call.

"Dad, Miao Miao just came to the park to find me."

"Is it about her dad’s problem?"

"Dad, you know?"

Though it was a question, Dai Chibei’s expression showed that he was not surprised.

If the issue had become serious enough for the Ren family to send Ren Miao to ask for his help, with such a big commotion, his father, given his relationship with the Ren family, could not possibly have been unaware of it.

Yet his father had not mentioned anything to him.

"What did Miao Miao tell you?"

"She asked for my help."

"Did you agree?"

"No."

Dai Hui spoke calmly, "Good that you didn’t agree. You should not get involved in this matter."

Dai Chibei frowned slightly.

Given that his father turned a deaf ear, it wasn’t surprising to see such a reaction; it was also the reason why Dai Chibei had not made any clear statement in front of Ren Miao.

But considering the relationship between their fathers and the fact that it was only fifty million, the Dai Family could easily lend a hand. Given the Ren family’s qualifications, there was no need to worry about their ability to repay.

"Dad, why?" he asked.

"You don’t need to ask why. Just do as I say," his father commanded.

"I understand," Dai Chibei replied.

The call ended on the other end.

Placing the phone down, Dai Chibei couldn’t help but recall the harmonious scenes of both families eating together in the past.

When the wall falls, will everyone push?