Chapter 151 Wen Qihe

Chapter 151 Wen Qihe

Chapter 151 Wen Qihe

An Rushong shook his head slightly. Sometimes he had to admit that Han Meiyan was not only a skillful and courageous woman, but also very lucky. A woman like her was the kind that was favored by God.

"Come to Sacred Heart Hospital at noon today," Han Meiyan lowered her voice a few notches when she heard An Rusong didn't say anything. She said in a tone that was obviously flattering, "How about I prepare a celebratory lunch for you?"

"No time," An Rushong said without hesitation. He knew that Han Meiyan's relatives had come in the past two days, so he had no interest in continuing the visit.

"Really don't have time?" Han Meiyan chuckled, "I asked the nurse for some medical cleaning fluid yesterday, and I plan to use it on Mina and myself at noon today."

"S-goods!" An Rusong cursed in his heart, but some scenes that were not suitable for children appeared in his mind involuntarily. He had experienced the same game with Han Meiyan in the past, but Pei Meina was definitely a completely new experience for him.

Men always like to experience new things, especially when the man is a scumbag.

At this moment, Jiang Xiuyuan also walked closer. When she saw An Rushong was on the phone, she sensibly stopped a few steps away.

"I really can't go today." After a difficult ideological struggle, An Rusong finally maintained his little moral integrity. He coughed dryly and said, "I just finished the negotiations with those Americans from the GC Fund, and I finally have to have a meal with them."

This lie was told without any hesitation. The point is, Han Mi Yan knew that he had negotiations today and also knew about the existence of the GC Fund.

In fact, the reason why An Rusong didn't go to Sacred Heart Hospital today was because he had promised Jiang Xiuyuan to have lunch together. As a man, you can lie to a woman, but you must never break your promise to a woman. After all, women don't know when you lie, but they know when you break your promise.

"Okay then," Han Meiyan didn't pester him any more, but changed the subject and said, "Then tomorrow afternoon, no, tomorrow noon is not okay. Tomorrow noon I have to go sign an agreement with Liu Taihe and that guy, so as to avoid any more trouble."

After a moment of silence, she said, "Then let's go to Cheongdam-dong tomorrow night."

"Okay, okay," An Rushong agreed casually.

"We agreed that you would show up at that time," Han Meiyan said.

"I know," An Rushong responded and then hung up the phone.

"Is that President Sun?" Seeing him hang up the phone, Jiang Xiuyuan came up to him and asked.

"Yeah, yes," An Rusong put his phone in his pocket and touched his forehead, saying, "She wanted me to come over for lunch at noon, but I turned it down."

As he said that, he took a step forward and put his arm around Jiang Xiuyuan's waist.

The expression on the girl's face was quite complicated, a little bit nervous, but also a little bit happy, as if she was seducing her boss behind her wife's back.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat for lunch today?" An Rushong said generously as he walked forward with the little girl in his arms. "Brother Rushong is in a good mood today. You can eat whatever you want."

"But I've already ordered takeout," Jiang Xiuyuan said hesitantly, "I ordered two servings of Gyochon fried chicken, and some fish cakes and rice cakes. We can eat in my dorm."

"Oh~~~" An Rushong pretended to understand something, then lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Eat in your dormitory, so do you want to eat Xiaocun fried chicken or Brother Rushong's?"

Jiang Xiuyuan obviously knew what he wanted to say, so before he could finish his words, she pushed him away and walked away quickly.

Watching the little girl's slim back running to the stairs and then turning directly downstairs, An Rushong's heart was burning with anxiety and he hurriedly chased after her.

Just as An Rushong was chasing Jiang Xiuyuan to the staff dormitory area on the second floor, Wen Qihe, carrying a briefcase, hurriedly walked out of the elevator on the first floor of a seven-story building on Sangyanshan Road in Mapo District.

The moment the elevator door opened, he saw two young men waiting outside.

Wen Qihe is over 50 years old this year, and the two young men outside the elevator door, the oldest of whom looks to be only in his 30s, can only be considered his juniors in terms of age.

But even so, Wen Qihe immediately stepped aside and bowed respectfully to the two young men.

The two young men had no respect for him at all. In response to the salute from their senior, they just nodded slightly and then walked straight into the elevator.

Wen Qihe walked out of the elevator only after the two young men entered. Then he turned around, bowed, and waited until the elevator door closed before he stood up and continued walking out of the building.

Wen Qihe walked out of the front door of the building and came to the roadside. As he went to the parking space across the street, he turned his head and looked at the building he had just passed. The building was very old, just like Wen Qihe's age, no, it should be said that it was older than him.

This building was once glorious. It was the home of the Dongyang Broadcasting Corporation, the earliest and once the highest-level private radio station in South Korea. Wen Qihe joined this TV station when it was at its most glorious. So far, it has been more than 30 years.

When he first joined the TV station, Wen Qihe was still a passionate young man who should have had a bright future. Unfortunately, not long after he entered the TV station, the entire TV station was directly closed down because of the so-called "YAN on unification and abolition of integration" movement, and it was closed for nearly thirty years.

This movement destroyed not only a number of television stations, newspapers, and radio stations, but also a large number of related practitioners, like Wen Qihe. As a result, for the past thirty years, he has been basically destroyed, and his source of livelihood is to help his niece who performs shaman tricks to play tricks on people.

Just recently, good news came out that Toyo Broadcasting is likely to resume broadcasting next year, and its new owner will be the famous "JoongAng Ilbo". At that time, the former "TBC" TV station will also be integrated into a new "JTBC" TV station.

After hearing the news, Wen Qihe came eagerly, hoping to be resurrected on the revived "JTBC" TV station.

Unfortunately, he regarded this building as his ideal "heaven", but in the "heaven" that is expected to be revived, there is no place for him. Today is his third time here, and he has not found his former place. The bigwigs who are preparing for the restoration of Taiwan don't even want to see him.

After all, this is no longer the "TBC" TV station he was once familiar with.

After returning to where he parked his car, Wen Qihe looked back at the building before getting in the car. For some reason, when he first came here, he felt that the building was quite familiar, but today, he felt that the building was extremely unfamiliar.

With an inexplicable sigh, he opened the door and got in the car, then drove straight to Seocho-dong. His niece had just called him and asked him to go back to discuss something important. Since this place refused to give him a chance to return, he might as well go back and be his own liar.

In fact, being a liar makes more money than being a journalist.

Wen Qihe's niece is Wen Caiyuan, who has the identity of "Master Xianzheng". The saying that a shaman master can support an entire team is no joke. Over the years, Wen Qihe has survived by relying on this niece, and he has lived a pretty comfortable life.

When Wen Qihe drove to his niece's residence and entered the house, he saw his brother sitting on the sofa in the living room, while his petite niece was curled up on the sofa opposite, staring at a mobile phone in front of her in a daze.

"What's going on?" Wen Qihe brought a bag of oranges he had bought to the coffee table in the middle of the living room, glanced at his brother who was smoking, then looked at his silent niece, and asked with a smile.

In his opinion, it must be a conflict between his brother and niece. Ever since his eldest sister-in-law passed away, this father and daughter have had many conflicts, and he is used to it.

The brother didn't say anything. He placed a small notebook on the coffee table, then held it with one hand and gently pushed it in front of Wen Qihe.

"What is this?" Wen Qihe picked up the notebook and took a look at the contents on it.

There were a few lines of words written on the notebook, and judging from the handwriting, it was obviously from my niece.

Wen Qihe glanced at the content of the handwriting and said with a smile: "Why, Caiyuan is also concerned about securities. I heard the financial report released by Daiwa Securities this morning on the radio. The loss is not too serious. If..."

At this point, he paused, his frosted eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, and after a moment, he asked, "The financial reports of the four Japanese securities firms have all come out, how come I don't know about them?"

"No!" When he finished saying this, he had already seen the last line, which clearly recorded that global stock markets would plummet after the release of Nomura Securities' financial report.

"What is this?" Wen Qihe raised his head, looked at his brother, then looked at his niece on the other side, and asked in surprise.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, he added, "Don't tell me this was a prediction made by Cai Yuan. That's not funny at all."

"Uncle, this is inside information someone told me," Wen Caiyuan finally spoke, she said, "He said I can regard this information as a prophecy."

"Insider information?" Wen Qihe laughed. He felt that this statement was as ridiculous as admitting that his niece could really predict the future.

"Tell me, who can get such information?" Wen Qihe asked back, "This kind of fraud..."

"The information I recorded was what he told me the day before yesterday," Wen Caiyuan said before he could finish his words, "including the news that Daiwa Securities will release its financial report today, as well as the specific data of Daiwa Securities' losses."

Wen Qihe was stunned. After a moment, he swallowed and said, "593 billion yen?"

"Yes, 593 billion yen," Wen Caiyuan nodded in confirmation, "That's the number. I remember it very clearly."

(End of this chapter)