He is a shipping magnate who came from Zhejiang and started from scratch, now controlling a vast shipping empire in Europe.
How can we sit idly by when our homeland is in trouble?
...
The huge amount of cash brought by Fujian merchants, combined with the reserve funds that the Ning family had prepared, formed a powerful torrent.
The arrival of the ocean-going cargo ships further demonstrated strong external support and stabilized market confidence.
The support from Chinese businesspeople from all walks of life is like a continuous stream of fresh water flowing into the Hong Kong government's battlefield.
The pent-up buying power erupted like a volcano!
For the first time, international short sellers, who were used to crushing everything with their capital advantage, felt the ancient and resilient power from the East.
Their funds are not unlimited, and the alliance of Onsa Capital is not monolithic.
As the losses continued to mount and the scales of victory began to tip, panic and suspicion began to spread within them.
The Hang Seng Index, like an indomitable warrior, rises again from the ruins and climbs step by step.
Reclaim lost territory and break through the pass!
The situation has completely reversed!!
Inside the exchange, deafening cheers erupted!
Countless ordinary stock market investors embraced and wept, celebrating this hard-won dawn of victory.
The east wind ultimately prevailed over the west wind!
...
The old Ning family house, with its simple and heavy mahogany furniture, exudes the weight of time.
The air was filled with a faint scent of herbs, mixed with a hint of the stillness that followed the dissipation of gunpowder smoke.
The master bedroom was dimly lit.
Ning Zhengkun walked heavily to the bedside and gently handed a document to Old Master Ning, who was leaning against the headboard.
"Father, here's the latest news."
The old man of the Ning family had sparse, gray hair and a withered face, but his cloudy old eyes had not completely lost their sharpness.
He shakily picked up his reading glasses and put them on, then took the document and carefully flipped through it page by page.
After a long while, his dry lips twitched, letting out a hoarse, cold laugh.
"Ha... those arrogant Jews on Wall Street, they learn quickly and are masters of opportunism! Those idiots like Onsa are probably going to lose everything this time!"
Ning Zhengkun stood by the bed, his face showing a weary expression of relief, and scoffed contemptuously—
"Although they were both white, Onsa always thought Judah was the treacherous and exploitative liar and traitor in the Bible, while Judah thought Onsa was an inferior barbarian who had stolen Roman civilization. They looked down on each other and naturally could not be a united front."
“I recently went to Wall Street, and several companies there have already agreed to withdraw their investments.”
"The Judaic capital has turned against us at the last minute, and the Anssa people's plan to use short selling of the Hong Kong government to create momentum for Margaret Thatcher's visit to Hong Kong has completely failed."
"They won't last long. They've suffered heavy losses and will soon withdraw from the Hong Kong government!"
Grandpa Ning waved his hand and casually tossed the documents onto the bedside table beside him, looking somewhat disinterested.
"The overall situation is settled. Now, let Ayu and Man'an do the rest. This is a good opportunity for them to gain experience."
"The white devils are still up to no good. Within twenty years, they will definitely join forces and bring an even more brutal financial storm! Each generation has its own battlefield. Let them have the rest. We're getting old!"
He closed his eyes, seemingly extremely tired, and suddenly opened a mahogany box under his pillow, pushing it in front of Ning Zhengkun: "I heard that Bing'an has changed his surname back to Sheng?"
Ning Zhengkun looked at the three smooth, lustrous, and beautiful jade chili peppers lying in the box, and then he remembered the fakes that Ning Bing'an had "stolen" a few days ago.
A flash of heartache and resentment crossed his eyes, but ultimately turned into a deep sense of desolation.
He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant: "Father... all these years, I've been foolish, I misjudged people, and I was driven by selfish motives..."
Ever since he discovered that Ning Bing'an had been in contact with the mysterious Gui Lao Si, he had become very suspicious.
Ning Yuan had almost no connection with the Ning family's businesses, and she had reported all her specific business dealings with Gui Lao Si.
Why did Ning Bing'an contact Gui Lao Si? Why didn't he report it?
So he secretly sent people to the United States to find out almost everything about Ning Bing'an.
When those cold, hard investigation results were laid bare before him, the heartache and disappointment nearly crushed him.
He gave Ning Bing'an one last chance, placing the three meticulously crafted fake chili peppers in a conspicuous safe in the study.
As expected, Ning Bing'an did not disappoint him and stole them cleanly and efficiently.
But he never considered that if he was such a careless person, how could the Ning family have grown into the number one family in Hong Kong under his leadership?
However, Old Master Ning did not blame Ning Zhengkun.
He simply looked out at the gray sky and suddenly changed the subject: "Ah Kun, aren't you curious... why, even though I've collected these three chili peppers for over two years, I've never sent anyone to Switzerland to open that so-called Sheng family's overseas vault?"
Ning Zhengkun shook his head blankly.
He always thought that his father was just waiting for the right time, or that he was concerned about the consequences.
But this time, we mobilized almost all the connections and relationships we could, yet Father didn't touch that treasure vault. Could it be a fake?
Grandpa Ning's aged gaze became distant and somber as he turned to look at a painting hanging on the wall.
The picture shows a female student with her back to the window, outside which is a magnolia tree, and she is holding a lilac-colored oil-paper umbrella.
The old man said slowly—
“Yanqiu… your and Zhengrong’s mother… even on her deathbed, she refused to forgive me… I’ve wronged her…”
"Ghost Fourth... never married... perhaps, if your mother had married this brute... she would have been much happier than if she had stayed with me..."
Mentioning his mother, Ning Zhengkun felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle. He ultimately chose to stand by his father's side, and had no right to mention his mother.
In the end, he simply lowered his eyes in silence, concealing the turbulent emotions surging within them.
Grandpa Ning sighed softly, as if he wanted to expel all the pent-up frustration in his chest.
"The Swiss bank's vault is real, but what it contains isn't the gold bars that people speculate, but rather... priceless antiques and paintings left behind by the Sheng family..."
"That's Yanqiu's largest dowry. Send the jade chili peppers to Bing'an and Gui Laosi."
Ning Zhengkun was taken aback: "Father, this..."
The old man looked at Ning Zhengkun with a mixture of relief and a wry smile in his eyes.
"Over the years, I have been hesitant, but now... it's time to settle things. Since Bing'an is a descendant of the Sheng family... let him have these things."
“Your mother even had Master Zhong Ling take her urn to Switzerland. She didn’t want to have any further contact with me, both before and after her death. Returning the urn to the Sheng family can be considered as fulfilling her wish.”
Ning Zhengkun listened quietly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Even in death, my mother was determined to be separated from my father forever... never to see him again, in life or in death!
The father's deep-seated secrets and guilt are only now beginning to surface.
Ning Zhengkun gripped the wooden box tightly in his hand, as if holding a heavy piece of the past.
Finally, he nodded, his voice low and solemn: "Yes, Father, I understand. I will personally oversee the delivery of this to Sheng Bing'an."
Once a father makes a decision, he won't change it.
He will personally deliver these three jade chili peppers to the rightful recipient.
...
Just as Mr. Ning predicted, those aggressive and ambitious Angsa Capital, attempting to stir up a huge wave in the Pearl of the Orient, were indeed a case of mistaken identity.
Ultimately, under the combined pressure of multiple forces, they were routed and forced to withdraw from the Hong Kong government market in a sorry state.
The smoke of the financial war has gradually dissipated, leaving behind exhaustion and an order that still needs to be rebuilt.
The sea breeze at Repulse Bay carries the coolness of early autumn, gently caressing the coastline.
Ning Yuan held Jiajia's little hand as they returned from the beach, the little girl's hair slightly ruffled by the sea breeze.
Her tiny, soft feet were covered in fine sand, and her laughter sounded like a cute little duck: "Mommy... Mommy..."
Laughter dispelled the gloom of the past few days.
Ning Yuan picked up her small, soft body, kissed her chubby face, and carried her back: "Let's go back and eat!"
As Ning Yuan stepped into the villa's spacious and bright hall, she paused slightly.
A tall, upright figure in a crisp police superintendent's uniform stood in the center of the living room, his back to the door.
He seemed to be talking to Ning Bingyu about something.
That back view... it's all too familiar.
Hearing the noise, Ning Bingyu turned around.
The series of battles had made him much thinner, and his eyes even had a faint bluish tinge. His complexion was also somewhat pale, but the calm and sharpness between his brows was even greater than before.
He saw Ning Yuan and Xiao Jiajia and smiled, "You're back? Chu Hongyu is in the back garden. I'm going to talk to her about something. Why don't you sit with Superintendent Zhou?"
The figure in the police uniform turned around in response.
When he saw Ning Yuan, her eyes, which originally held a hint of unruliness and roguishness, instantly softened with a gentle light, and even the lines of her eyebrows and eyes became soft and clear.
Ning Yuan glanced at him calmly, nodded, and did not reject Ning Bingyu's suggestion: "Okay."
She never refused their attempts to reunite as father and daughter.
Ning Bingyu didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the garden.
Only Ning Yuan, Xiao Jiajia, and "Zhou Yan" remained in the hall.
Ning Yuan led Xiao Jiajia toward the elevator, and Zhou Yan immediately followed, step by step.
The elevator doors slowly closed, and a subtle silence fell over the small space.
Little Jiajia tilted her head back, her big, dark eyes curiously staring at "Zhou Yan" beside her.
The little guy clearly has a good impression of this "uncle" who has been appearing frequently lately.
Suddenly, she stretched out her two chubby little arms and called out to Zhou Yan in a soft, childish voice, "Uncle... Uncle... hug me~"
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