Rebirth: Super Banking System-Chapter 898 - 783: The Inexplicable Question (Subscribe!)

Chapter 898: Chapter 783: The Inexplicable Question (Subscribe!)

Evening.

Chai Ren returned to his room.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked out at the landscape, his thoughts continuously revisiting Fuloz’s demeanor today. He was still confused; the probing during lunch seemed to indicate that nothing detrimental to him would happen.

Fuloz hadn’t shown any other signs of abnormality.

Yet, Chai Ren was still not at ease.

He thought for a moment.

He took out his phone.

He dialed Tang Qing’s number. Given the time difference, it was morning in Huaxia, and Tang Qing had not gone to class yet. If he called him after lunch, he guessed Tang Qing might retaliate the same way next time.

The thought was frightening.

"Good morning, Young Master Chai," Tang Qing’s cheerful voice came through.

"It’s evening here," Chai Ren said with a wry smile.

"Then good evening. Is something wrong over there?" Tang Qing asked knowingly, having hired a Fighter, he inevitably knew about Chai Ren’s every move.

The feeling of omniscience.

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Last night, he had reviewed materials all night long, both video and text, and made many arrangements to ensure they would emerge as the biggest beneficiaries when the whole event concluded.

"There’s no emergency, just curious about the local situation here. Speaking of which, do you know something?" Chai Ren asked tentatively; five million dollars for intelligence was something he wouldn’t consider buying.

He could only hope for some free hints from Tang Qing.

Tang Qing laughed, "Well, I do know a little. I heard that Moi’s family is worried about the new President settling scores after autumn. They’ve already started liquidating assets and begun transferring them.

But the problem isn’t significant. We’re doing legitimate business, creating jobs and contributing to taxation. We’re not gaining unjust advantages like some of his family members who don’t follow the rules."

"I just found this out. Did you know about it much earlier?" Chai Ren asked curiously.

Tang Qing didn’t deny it, "Of course, but it’s not a big issue. I was worried mentioning it earlier might affect your relationships with your classmates; now that you know, I’m telling you."

"You knew that I found out?" Chai Ren asked hastily.

"What do you think?" Tang Qing countered.

"..."

Chai Ren was speechless; indeed, he had specifically investigated and even purchased intelligence from ’Tongtian.’ That Tang Qing knew this wasn’t strange, so he asked again, "Then, do you know some things that I don’t?"

"Young Master Chai, there actually is something," Tang Qing said.

Chai Ren immediately perked up, "Oh? Do tell."

"I heard that after Fuloz receives the company stocks, he will leave Congo Gold and likely won’t return for a while. This indicates that Moi’s situation might face many uncertainties in the future. For Moi, my advice would be to keep your distance," Tang Qing tactfully suggested.

He didn’t mention anything about Bo Man.

Because that was truly something Chai Ren shouldn’t know, or rather, information that shouldn’t be revealed to Chai Ren until everything had settled.

Chai Ren nodded.

It seemed to match his own assessment.

The sense of crisis in Moi’s family might lead to unpredictable situations once Moi was out of power; it was better to be cautious.

"What about the new President? Should we start building a good relationship in advance?" Chai Ren asked. Although the dust had not settled yet, there was already a preliminary consensus within Congo Gold about who the next president would be.

Moi had not yet stepped down.

To outsiders, Chai Ren appeared to be aligned with Moi, so he was hesitating whether he should meet this future new president.

In response,

Tang Qing shook his head.

"No rush. We need to maintain our stance, which is to have no stance. Whoever becomes the president of Congo Gold, we stand by them; we must always stand on the side of ’justice.’ Otherwise, it’s going to be exhausting. Just treat it with equanimity," Tang Qing advised.

Businessmen.

Should not get too involved in politics.

"Don’t even think about having a ’firm stance.’"

That was the rule in his overt businesses.

Because Tang Qing didn’t want to stir up trouble that wasn’t easy to cleanse. These matters were better handled by the ’firewalls.’ Businessmen should just discuss business, that’s all.

"I understand now," Chai Ren couldn’t help but marvel at Tang Qing’s ’cleverness,’ as his father seemed to have said something similar, but his father said so much, when everything was a priority, nothing seemed like a priority.

The phone call ended.

Chai Ren took a shower.

He slept soundly and comfortably.

.....

March 15th.

After two days of meetings.

Following the voting in both the Senate and the House.

Congo Gold’s Congress passed this large-scale mineral resources sale plan. Of course, the plan needed some repackaging, promoted under the banner of the country’s inability to mine and that leaving resources untapped was a waste.

Selling to capable companies for mining would create jobs, increase tax revenue, and boost financial income, which in turn would be spent on public service projects like transportation, medical health, and education.

In summary,

This time, Congo Gold was doing it for the country.

For the people.

That’s why they made such a ’difficult’ decision.

And today,

Moi hosted a grand signing ceremony, inviting many domestic and international media outlets. It wasn’t really an invitation, as this place was a ’frequent accident area,’ and many countries were keenly interested, leading to frequent activities.

There were many uninvited media as well.

And sure enough,

Shortly after a successful contract signing,

Following an impassioned speech, Moi was cornered by a journalist.

"President Moi, I am a reporter from Reuters. Regarding the income from this resource sale, will it all be used to improve the living standards of the people and reduce the number of poor in the country?"

A Caucasian male journalist directly asked using a loudspeaker.

"Of course, this money will all be spent on public projects for the masses," Moi assuredly said. Could he not be sure? To be honest, he had little control over this money.

Most of the money had already been earmarked by various legislators in the form of project contracts; these funds could not be openly divided and must be based on actual projects, although the profits from these projects would be ’slightly higher’ than usual.

Besides, Moi also had to leave some for the next president; otherwise, anyone coming into office would find the treasury empty. If all the money was spent, it would be strange not to squeeze someone for a bit more.

"However, as I understand it, the House not only passed this mineral sale plan yesterday but also approved a series of construction project plans. Does this mean that some people are siphoning off the nation’s assets through such means?"

The journalist’s statement cornered Moi.

Moi looked at the journalist, a new face, unfamiliar, but not alarmed. He wasn’t just anybody. He had ruled over Congo Gold for many years and continued, "That’s absolutely a rumor, intentionally smearing our congress members. We will never allow anyone to deceive the nation of its assets in any way."

He spoke righteously and resoundingly, satisfied with his response.

"Thank you, I am done with my questions," the reporter suddenly stopped asking.

Moi didn’t suspect anything further.

He continued to answer other journalists’ questions.

The remaining journalists asked very ’gentle’ questions, allowing him to showcase his speech skills and package the signing ceremony as though Congo Gold was about to rise tomorrow.

Chai Ren stood among the signing companies.

Watching Moi’s spirited demeanor, Chai Ren didn’t care about what he said. Knowing the inside scoop, he always took a tenth of these people’s words as enough; any more would be too trusting.

But he kept thinking about that reporter’s strange questioning.

Chai Ren kept feeling that something was odd.

It was like reading an article when suddenly, at the crucial moment, it stopped.