Chapter 230 I'm Here to Invest in the Future
Bai Shu looked at the old man in front of her, who was both excited and extremely wary. She parted her red lips slightly and uttered a string of Cantonese that was clear, even more standard than many locals.
"The crabapple blossoms in my hometown are already in full bloom. I came here this time to make them bloom in Hong Kong as well."
Ambiguous words, yet ambitious.
Dong Cunshan shuddered, his cloudy but shrewd eyes fixed on Bai Shu, as if trying to see through her inside and out.
The surrounding guests were in an uproar.
"She answered it! My God, she actually answered it!"
"Just who is this woman? Could she really be a descendant of the Dong family?"
"What arrogance! Does she think she can make crabapple blossoms bloom in Hong Kong? Who does she think she is?"
Amid the murmurs, Dong Cunshan took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his cane, and said in a deep voice, "Miss, please come with me."
He neither admitted nor denied it on the spot, but turned and walked towards a side hall inside the venue.
Bai Shu gave Lu Jingyan and Qin Zheng behind her a reassuring look, then strode off and followed with graceful poise.
January and February followed closely behind, one as aloof as ice, the other as gentle as water, both exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, shutting out all eyes that tried to approach.
In the private lounge, once the door is closed, all the noise outside is shut out.
Dong Cunshan sat in the main chair, his imposing demeanor from the outside had diminished somewhat, replaced by an interrogation-like seriousness.
“Miss, since you can match the code, you must know the origin of this brooch.” He pointed to Bai Shu’s chest. “But the direct line of the Dong family died out thirty years ago… You, which branch of the family are you from?”
As he spoke, he shakily pulled something wrapped in yellow cloth from his pocket, unfolding it layer by layer, revealing a yellowed, thread-bound book.
"This is my Dong family genealogy. Tell me, on which page should your name be written?"
This is already blatant interrogation.
Qin Zheng, standing behind Bai Shu, frowned and unconsciously placed his hand on his waist.
Bai Shu simply smiled faintly. She didn't look at the family genealogy book, nor did she respond to Dong Cunshan's words.
She simply raised her chin slightly.
January, who had been standing quietly beside her, immediately understood. She took a document from her briefcase, walked over, and placed it lightly on the mahogany table in front of Dong Cunshan.
The movements were swift and decisive, without a single unnecessary action.
Dong Cunshan paused for a moment, then looked down.
It wasn't a token or proof of lineage; it was just a stack of A4 papers simply stapled together, covered with densely printed text and tables.
He frowned as he picked it up, and after reading only the first page, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Feasibility Analysis Report on the Development of Hong Kong Island's Real Estate and Electronics Industries over the Next Ten Years.
What is this?
Dong Cunshan suppressed his doubts and continued reading.
The report contained not a single superfluous word; it was all data and precise analysis. From the current land price trends on Hong Kong Island to the future policies that the British government might introduce, and then to the development trends of global electronic technology, each point was analyzed logically and clearly, with an almost frighteningly clear logic.
“Uncle Dong,” Bai Shu finally spoke. She didn’t sit down, but stood there looking down at him, exuding an aura of authority.
"The profits of your three textile factories have declined by 23 percent this year compared to last year. You've held onto your plots of land in Kowloon for five years, but the appreciation rate hasn't even kept up with bank interest rates. The electronic watch factory you invested in is still using outdated technology from three years ago, and it will be driven out of business by Japanese goods in less than two years."
Every word was like a knife, piercing Dong Cunshan's heart with precision.
These are the most hidden predicaments in his business, and outsiders could never know them so clearly!
Dong Cunshan's hand, clutching the report, began to tremble, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked up at Bai Shu with a look of utter disbelief.
Bai Shu met his gaze, a cool smile curving her lips.
"Uncle Dong, I'm not here today to claim kinship with you or to ask for your protection."
“I’m here to invest in the future. I’m investing in you, in the Tung family, and in myself.”
She extended her slender finger and pointed to the report. "I can provide all the funding and technology for all the industrial upgrades and transformations mentioned here. I only have one condition."
“From today onwards, I am your long-lost grandniece, Dong Cun Cun Shan, who has come from the mainland to seek refuge with you.”
Do you admit it?
The entire lounge was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Dong Cunshan's heavy breathing was clearly audible. He stared intently at Bai Shu, then looked down at the report that seemed to come from the future.
He was torn between his own thoughts and his inner turmoil.
Reason told him that this woman's background was too mysterious and she was definitely not simple.
But the blueprint described in that report, the foresight and boldness revealed between the lines, were like a huge magnet, making it impossible for him to refuse.
He knew very well that if even half of what was in this report could be achieved, the Dong family, this empty shell, could be revitalized and even more glorious than it was thirty years ago!
Does it even matter if it's true or false?
Faced with enormous profits and the hope of family revival, what does a vague and ethereal identity matter?
Seeing the changing expressions on Dong Cunshan's face, Bai Shu knew that the time was almost right.
She threw out her last card.
"January."
"exist."
“In the name of the ‘Tung family,’ we donated HK$3 million to the Children’s Medical Foundation, which Uncle Tung has always supported.”
"yes."
Three million!
Dong Cunshan suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open like copper bells!
His foundation worked hard to organize a charity gala last year, even going so far as to beg and plead, but only managed to raise a little over three million in donations!
This woman, she just asked for three million?!
This isn't a family reunion; it's clearly the God of Wealth descending to earth!
All doubts and hesitations were shattered at this moment by those three simple and direct words.
Dong Cunshan jumped up from his chair, his body swaying slightly from excitement.
He grabbed Bai Shu's hand, tears welling up in his old eyes, and his voice choked with emotion.
"My dear grandniece! All these years, you...you've suffered so much in the mainland!"
With acting skills like this, it would be a waste not to win awards.
Bai Shu sneered inwardly, but on her face, she showed a hint of emotion at just the right moment, letting him pull her along.
The next second, the door to the lounge was suddenly pulled open from the inside.
Dong Cunshan took Bai Shu's hand and strode out, walking directly to the small stage in the center of the banquet hall.
He snatched the microphone from the emcee's hand, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Everyone! Fellow villagers, friends! Please be quiet! I, Dong Cunshan, have some very exciting news to announce today!"
The entire venue fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the stage.
Dong Cunshan raised his hand, which was clasped tightly with Bai Shu's, high into the air, and roared into the microphone with all his might:
"My Dong family has a worthy successor! This is my long-lost grandniece, whom I have just returned from searching for her relatives in the mainland! From today onwards, she is my sole heir, Dong Cunshan! Anyone who dares to bully her is going against Dong Cunshan!"
boom!
The entire Central Town Hall erupted in chaos!
Everyone stared in disbelief at the woman on the stage, who was as aloof as the moon, their eyes filled with shock, envy, jealousy, and curiosity.
An hour ago, she was a mysterious woman who couldn't even get through the door.
An hour later, she became the sole heir of the Dong family and the "Dong family's daughter" personally acknowledged by Dong Cunshan!
This is even more bizarre than any story in a folkbook!
Amidst the uproar and countless stares, Bai Shu remained calm.
This is exactly the effect she wanted.
Just then, a voice, both playful and penetrating, came from the crowd.
"Uncle Dong is truly blessed to have found such an outstanding grandniece. Would you do me the honor of offering me a toast?"
The crowd automatically parted to make way for them.
A tall man, dressed in a bespoke suit, with a handsome face but a hint of wickedness, slowly walked over, holding a glass of red wine.
His pace was slow, yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression.
His sharp, eagle-like eyes peered past everyone and locked onto Bai Shu on the stage.
Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "It's Huo Qishan!"
Executive Director of the Huo Group, and the most valued leader of the Huo family in this generation.
He's here.
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