Mr. Meng finally took no action, just as he said, even if he disliked Mo Siyu, he couldn't deny Mo Siyu's excellence.
"It seems there are issues with funding."
Alas, if his own grandson could be half as good as Mo Siyu, he could die with no regrets!
"That's a trivial matter, Si Yu will resolve it." Upon hearing it was a funding issue, Mr. Qin didn't think much of it, believing that Mo Siyu securing the shipping contract merely involved hiring a few more people and buying a few more tricycles. What could be the problem?
"Old Meng, I know about the situation with Yanzhi, and you..."
Mr. Qin was interrupted mid-sentence by Mr. Meng, who said, "Old Qin, although I'm old, I'm not confused. I know what to do, it's just that I'm feeling discontented."
Mr. Meng sighed deeply.
Why are other people's grandsons all so excellent and competitive, while his...
Could it really be that he hadn't raised his children well?
The discussed Mo Siyu was indeed facing financial problems now.
Because Mo Siyu not only wanted to discuss orders from Jing City's shipping companies but also from several other coastal cities. He wanted to secure those orders, which meant he needed more money.
Initially, the shipping company was quite agreeable, believing in Mo Siyu's abilities.
But one person in charge at the shipping company said that Mo Siyu was irresponsible and that the things he promised might not necessarily be fulfilled. Therefore, the head manager of the shipping company sought out Mo Siyu again.
They felt that although Mo Siyu's proposals were good, they might not be feasible, so they wanted to buy the proposal off him.
Naturally, Mo Siyu couldn't agree. If he gave the proposal to someone else, what would Pinganda do in the future?
He had a clear vision for Pinganda's development plan. If they couldn't secure the contract with the shipping company, the worst-case scenario would be just to slow down by a few years. Both parties were at a stalemate, and Mo Siyu felt that this manager was biased against him. What could he possibly say in front of the head manager?
So Mo Siyu made a fuss about the issue. The bid had been publicly tendered, and they had already been vetted, knowing that they were recently established. How could they now use this issue as an excuse to dislike them? And even slander them for being insincere and irresponsible?
"Old Meng, the tea leaves, remember to give them to me." After finishing the game of chess, Mr. Qin turned to Mr. Meng to claim his spoils.
"Rest assured, I won't go back on my word." Mr. Meng seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
Mr. Meng had the tea leaves already prepared and handed them over: "Here."
The tea leaves were of a particularly good flavor, specially brought back by a friend. He didn't get much each year, just a few pounds, which he enjoyed very much.
Nowadays, he lost two pounds in one go, which made Mr. Meng's heart ache.
The two elders kept chatting, unaware of what was happening in the exercise.
It wasn't until Meng Jin came over that Mr. Meng noticed Meng Jin had a gloomy face. He asked, "Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you?"
"Dad." Meng Jin brought Qu Feng over.
"What's going on?" Mr. Meng looked at Qu Feng, then at Meng Jin. Qu Feng was under his wing; how come Meng Jin was bringing him over ?
"Dad, do you really not want Si Yu to get the shipping order that much? Do you really hate to see Si Yu do well?" Meng Jin looked at Mr. Meng with a face full of disappointment, "Qu Feng, he…"
"Mr. Meng, it was my own idea, it has nothing to do with Old Master Meng." Qu Feng knelt down and said, "I am willing to accept any punishment."
"What's happened?" Mr. Meng was still confused at this point, and he looked at Qu Feng and said, "Qu Feng, stand up and talk."
"Old Master Meng," Qu Feng lowered his head, with an apologetic look.
"Before you start assigning blame, can someone tell me what exactly is going on?" Mr. Meng still had no idea what had transpired at this point.
"Didn't Mo Siyu win that order? It was said he just had some financial issues. What does it have to do with Qu Feng? It's not like Qu Feng made him run out of money." Mr. Meng looked at the furious Meng Jin with a confused expression.
Meng Jin said, "Dad, did you ask Qu Feng to go to the person responsible for the shipping company and tell them that Mo Siyu is irresponsible in his business dealings?"
"Dad, how could you be so muddled." Meng Jin was nearly infuriated to death by his own father, he said, "I know you don't like Si Yu, but you can't make such a foolish move just because you dislike him!"
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A clear-eyed person could see that.
"Hold on." Mr. Meng interrupted him and said, "Who told Qu Feng to go see the person responsible for the shipping company? You're my own son; could your father really do such a thing?"
"Old Meng, don't get angry, your health is important." Qu Feng spoke comfortingly as he looked at Meng Jin and said, "Mr. Meng, all of this was my own idea."
"I just thought that Mr. Meng has been unhappy these days, so, so I had some thoughts I should not have had. Mr. Meng, I am willing to accept the punishment." Qu Feng lowered his head with a guilty look; his life was given by Mr. Meng. Without Mr. Meng, he would have been gone long ago. He was willing to trade his life for Mr. Meng's happiness.
It's actually very easy to curry favor with the person in charge of shipping. If they say Mo Siyu is unqualified, he's unqualified; if they say he's irresponsible, he's irresponsible. Who would have known that Mo Siyu would take it straight to the head manager and make the whole issue public?
Qu Feng had never anticipated this matter would blow up.
"Qu Feng, did you do this?" Mr. Meng stared at Qu Feng, as if he could bore a hole through his head.
"Yes." Qu Feng lowered his head.
"Dad, but Qu Feng follows your orders; who doesn't know that Qu Feng is your man?"
Even Meng Jin thought that Qu Feng had acted on Mr. Meng's directive, but now Meng Jin felt something was not right.
Mr. Meng was not the type of person to do something and not own up to it. Could it really be Qu Feng's own idea?
"Dad, this matter, it has nothing to do with you, right?" Meng Jin stared at Mr. Meng; Si Yu was waiting outside, and if it really were related to Mr. Meng, the relationship between grandfather and grandson from now on...
How much Mo Siyu valued this matter, Meng Jin was clear. If there wasn't a reasonable explanation, not only could Mo Siyu not accept it, but he too could not accept it.
"It's all my fault. I was confused." Qu Feng said with tears, unwilling to drag Mr. Meng down because of him.
Seeing this, Mr. Meng sighed, "Xiao Jin."
Mr. Meng's body trembled, he steadied himself with a chair, and sat down.
"Dad." Meng Jin felt a headache coming on; this matter was really not his father's fault, but Qu Feng was his father's man.
"Qu Feng, it was also for my sake." Although Mr. Meng was old, his eyes were not yet blind; Qu Feng probably really did it, but just to stand up for him. He said, "Xiao Jin, if you really need to vent, I can explain in person."