章節 1034: Chapter 1034: Fatal Strike
'Michael, where else can I get funding at this time, except from HSBC?'
Shen Bi's decisive attitude in rejecting again and again made Norman Shi Yahuai despair. He was full of reluctance and said angrily:
As for Sim's threat to sell off his assets at low prices as collateral, he simply didn't dare to object, nor did he have the heart to dwell on it.
The most critical thing now was to stabilise the share price of the relevant company. As long as the share price did not fall below the warning line in the pledge loan contract, the scenario described in Sim's words would not occur.
He now had only one thought in his head: get money! Get money! Get money!!!
Looking at Norman Shijiahuai's bloodshot eyes, his usual calmness and wisdom was completely gone, and he looked exactly like a madman. Shen Bi calmed down slightly.
He took a deep breath, and when a glimmer of hope shone in Norman Shijiahuai's eyes, he slowly shook his head, dealing him another blow: 'Norman, I'll say this for the last time: I can't spare any money to support you. I've already been cheated by Jiuding Bank and Standard Chartered Bank. I'm already prepared to ask my parent company for help to get through this disaster. HSBC is having difficulty even protecting itself and is no longer in a position to help you!'
'There's less than an hour until the afternoon stock market opens, so you'd better think of some other way,'
Norman Shiaohuai looked at Shen Bi in disbelief, but found that the latter did not seem to be joking at all. He was in a state of confusion.
HSBC had actually been tricked by Standard Chartered Bank and Jiuding Bank?
How could this have happened?
Even HSBC, which had always been the richest bank in Hong Kong, was running out of funds?
Norman Shiaohuai wished more than anything that what he had heard was a lie, but the bitter smile and expression of remorse on Shen Bi's face did not seem fake at all.
His mouth twitched, and after a long while, he gave a smile that was even more unsightly than crying.
'Hey...'
Norman Shi Yahui didn't say much else, he let out a heavy sigh, and then turned and walked towards the door, his back as forlorn as it could be.
Shen Bi stood still, like a piece of wood, watching Norman Shi Yahui's heavy footsteps as his forlorn back gradually disappeared around the corner.
'Hey...'
After a long while, another sigh resounded in the empty office.
After a moment of depression, Shen Bi once again tried to muster his spirits and quickly walked out of the office. He had to find a way to raise funds. With just over 600 million Hong Kong dollars in liquid capital, he was not confident that he could deal with this sudden stock market crash...
Norman Shi Yahuai, the British tycoon, was on the verge of collapse, and another Chinese tycoon at the centre of the rumours was no better.
Headquarters of the Garin Group.
Chen Qingsong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, looking at the crowd gathered downstairs. The ringing of the phone on his desk was all he could hear.
The phone had been ringing non-stop since the morning. After answering a few times, he stopped answering it. He didn't know who was calling, but he knew the purpose of the call. Since there was no solution, why bother answering it?
Let it ring...
'Knock, knock, knock!'
At that moment, a series of rapid knocks sounded, like a drum beating out the rhythm of death.
Chen Qingsong turned back to look at the office door in a daze, and said wearily, 'Come in.'
He didn't know if the person outside had heard him clearly. After a few seconds, the person outside opened the door carefully, peered inside, and just happened to catch Chen Qingsong's bleak gaze.
The person who knocked on the door was Chen Feng, Chen Qingsong's secretary and his nephew, a young man in his late twenties.
Seeing Chen Qingsong inside, Chen Feng walked over quickly.
Without waiting for Chen Feng to report, Chen Qingsong's hoarse voice rang out: 'How many banks have come?'
Chen Feng immediately said, 'Uncle, people from fifteen banks have already come, including executives from HSBC, the vice president of Hang Seng Bank and the vice president of the Bank of East Asia. The people in charge of the other banks have come directly, and they have been clamoring to see you. We all said that you were not at the company, but they simply didn't believe us.'
'Just now Zhong Zhengwen wanted to come and find you, but now he's also been cornered by them.'
Zhong Zhengwen, mentioned by Chen Feng, is the head of the Zhong family in Xiangjiang, and also Chen Qingsong's Bole, and is now the vice chairman of the Carrian Group.
Chen Qingsong nodded numbly to show that he understood.
Seeing his uncle, who had been full of spirit and flushed with health just the other day, now looking haggard and listless after just one morning, Chen Feng was filled with worry. Thinking about what he wanted to report, his mouth moved, but he didn't know how to report it, for he was afraid that his uncle couldn't bear the blow.
Chen Qingsong looked at Chen Feng for a moment, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, 'Go on, what else is there?'
Chen Feng was silent for a long time, thinking about the time that was constantly passing. He gathered his courage and said, "Uncle, the police are here.'
As soon as he heard the word "police', Chen Qingsong's vacant eyes regained their luster. He took a deep breath, forced himself to concentrate, and paced back and forth in the office.
After a while, he stopped and suddenly said to Chen Feng, 'You didn't say that I wasn't here?'
Chen Feng said with a bitter expression, 'Uncle, I already said that, but the police don't know where to confirm that you are in the company. They forcibly ordered me to come up and find you to cooperate with the investigation. If you are not down in ten minutes, they will come up themselves.'
Chen Qingsong was silent.
The police had even issued an ultimatum, so they must know that he was here.
But he couldn't figure out why the police were so confident and dared to come directly to the door.
Thinking about the sudden 'rumours' in the morning, which even directly exposed the source of funding for the Carrian Group and Yumin Finance, Chen Qingsong felt that an invisible, sky-covering giant hand was manipulating things from behind the scenes.
Since the person behind the scenes knew such a secret, if they directly handed over the evidence to the police, then...
Thinking about this, Chen Qingsong felt a tingling scalp, difficulty breathing, and the despair in his heart grew stronger.
Everything had happened so suddenly that he had not been given any time to respond.
Chen Qingsong did not speak for a long time, and Chen Feng kept looking at his watch. When there was only one minute left,
he hurriedly reminded him, 'Uncle, there are only two minutes left before the deadline given by the police.'
Chen Qingsong suddenly made a decision. He ignored Chen Feng, quickly walked to his bookcase, and in Chen Feng's shocked gaze, pulled open the secret compartment to reveal the safe inside. Then, he quickly unlocked it, took out two bank cards, several forged ID cards, and two stacks of US dollars and walked up to the shocked Chen Feng, handing them to him. He hurriedly instructed, 'Ah Feng, these are two anonymous bank cards. The one from Citibank is for you. There is enough money in there to let you live a decent life. The password is six fours. The one from the Swiss bank, you give to your aunt. She knows the password.'
'Tonight, take your aunt and your cousins and go to the island country by boat, then fly to Los Angeles, USA. I bought a house there, and your aunt knows where it is. Please take care of them for now.'
'You must take good care of your aunt, don't call here, and pay close attention to the news from Hong Kong. In case... I'm fine, I'll call you back. Remember?'
Seeing his uncle's appearance as he made these final arrangements, Chen Feng was overcome with grief and cried out in grief, 'Uncle...'
Chen Qingsong grabbed Chen Feng by the shoulders with both hands, his gaze like a blade as he scolded, 'Feng, I've wronged many people in my life, but I've never wronged you. You must take care of your aunt and your younger siblings, or I won't forgive you even after I die!'
'Take care of them!'
Chen Feng nodded firmly and vowed, 'Uncle, I swear that as long as I'm alive, I will never let anything happen to Auntie and the rest of the family!'
Chen Qingsong didn't say much else, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, and then strode towards the door.
The police were already waiting downstairs, and there was nowhere for him to escape to. All he could do was cooperate with the investigation.
He just hoped... that the police didn't have any incriminating evidence...
Unfortunately, the police had already received detailed evidence.
After Chen Qingsong went downstairs, he was taken away by the police in full view of everyone. The heads of the many banks waiting downstairs were desperate.
The reporters waiting at the door excitedly kept taking photos.
On the way to the police station, Chen Qingsong's mind was racing, and he came up with many reasons to exonerate himself. After arriving at the police station, he also met his lawyer, which made him feel slightly relieved.
However, when passing by an interrogation room and seeing Yibala, the assistant manager of Yumin Finance Company, Chen Qingsong's mind went blank and his heart sank rapidly to the bottom.
It's over...
The news that Chen Qingsong had been taken away by the police spread quickly, especially after it reached the stock exchange. Even though it was the market break, the stock exchange, which was already full of people, 'exploded' again, and panic filled everyone's hearts.
At 2:30 p.m., everyone was exhausted and panicking.
The stock market, which had been closed for two hours, reopened...
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