Lin Yishan was also calm, patting Mrs. Wu’s hand and saying, "It’s all right, Auntie, don’t panic. I should be more anxious than you, I’ve invested millions. But I haven’t panicked, let me ask a friend. Others might lose money, but we absolutely will not."
Mrs. Wu blinked, unable to understand the meaning behind her words. What did she mean, had they all been deceived together? Could there really be any difference in being deceived?
Lin Yishan left Mrs. Wu and walked onto the balcony to make a call back to the city, to her father’s secretary, Xiaoyang. The source of thɪs content is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
She always had confidence in her investments for a simple reason: she had always been privy to insider information. For example, the financial product she and Mrs. Wu had invested in this time, she had secretly sought advice from her father’s secretary.
Xiaoyang told her that the financial company was actually owned by her aunt’s husband’s family. That is, it was run by the Kang family father and son. With this in mind, there was absolutely nothing to worry about. Even if there were losses, they could not possibly lose a relative’s money.
Lin Yishan, full of confidence, instructed Xiaoyang to find a special, unofficial way to help her and Mrs. Wu recover their money first.
On hearing this, Xiaoyang replied bitterly, "Miss, how is that possible?"
"How is it not possible? Isn’t this what you always do for me?"
At this point, Xiaoyang had to tell her a fact: "I can’t do this for you, Miss. Everyone knows that investment involves risk. The reason you have never failed before is because your father, sir, has been covering the losses in secret. But now, sir is in no position to help, let alone come up with the money to cover your losses."
Lin Yishan’s eyes widened: "What did you say?"
Mrs. Wu still felt uneasy, doubtful about Lin Yishan’s assurances. After all, wasn’t Lin Yishan’s investment money also supposedly deceived? Thus, she remembered her son, as only her own flesh and blood, her son, seemed reliable.
Receiving the call from his mother, fearing that the elderly might impulsively do something drastic over such a sum, Wa Zicong came home.
"Zicong, what do we do now?" Mrs. Wu asked, tugging at her son’s sleeve with teary eyes.
"Mom, that’s how investment works. Some win, some lose. Your few hundred thousand isn’t a big deal, there are people in futures trading who lose a billion overnight," Wa Zicong said.
Of course, Mrs. Wu couldn’t accept that; their family was not wealthy, and losing a few hundred thousand was painful. Mrs. Wu said resentfully, "Shanshan said she has a way, to ask someone to get the money back."
Wa Zicong laughed when he heard this and said, "Mom, no one wants to spit out the meat that’s already in their mouth. Shanshan, she can’t help you, I told you that early on."
"Shanshan—" Mrs. Wu called out to Lin Yishan on the balcony.
Lin Yishan wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. Moreover, the news revealed by Xiaoyang made her feel an unprecedented fear.
What did it mean her dad was in no position to help?
Listening to what Wa Zicong was saying outside, about losing a billion overnight, it sounded eerily similar to what Xiaoyang had told her on the phone about her father Lin Jiale’s plight. Lin Yishan suddenly turned around, descended from the balcony, and confronted Wa Zicong: "Do you know something?!"
Mrs. Wu was dumbfounded on the side: What was going on?
Wa Zicong coldly curled his lips: "I had already warned your father last time, telling him not to take it lightly."
"You’re saying she did this?" Lin Yishan couldn’t believe it, she absolutely didn’t believe Gu Nuan had the capability to bring down her father, let alone Xiao Yebai, that well-known spendthrift in the family. Xiao Yebai’s bank deposits had all been frozen by Xiao Jianming, leaving him penniless.