MM Racing Chapter 169 Urgent Telegram to the Tang Family
Chapter 169 Urgent Telegram to the Tang Family
Chapter 172: Urgent Telegram to the Tang Family
In the living room, the shock and commotion caused by the two bags of cash gradually subsided. Lin Yan looked at Li Wenbin and Zheng Jiaming, whose faces were slightly flushed but whose eyes were still surprisingly bright, and knew that they had recovered from the initial shock.
He cleared his throat, drawing their attention, and his tone became pragmatic and clear: "Wenbin, Jiaming, regarding the investment funds, my suggestion is that you contribute as much as you can. Don't force yourselves, and definitely don't put your families in a difficult position because of this." He estimated the timeframe, "At the latest, the day after tomorrow, I think Liuqian should have some news and will come over. At that time, the three of you can sit down and discuss a mutually acceptable investment ratio, and finalize the investment funds."
He paused, then added, "As for Brother Liu, I reckon money isn't the biggest issue. After all, the Tang family has deep roots. Perhaps his father, Uncle Tang, will personally fly to the United States soon to discuss this in person." This both reflects his understanding of the Tang family's strength and hints at the importance of the matter.
"There's a radio transceiver upstairs. I'll have Charles connect it for you. You can use it to contact your family directly. First, explain in detail what we've discussed, and this brand-new opportunity, to your family, and hear their opinions." He looked at them sincerely, offering their strongest support. "If the funds from your family aren't readily available, or if you want to invest more, I'll lend you the shortfall. Once the brand makes money, you can gradually repay me from your profit sharing."
These words were well-thought-out, fully respecting their respective families and wishes while offering incredibly generous and flexible support. Li Wenbin and Zheng Jiaming felt not only excitement, but also a profound sense of gratitude for being genuinely cared for and supported.
They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes. Without a word, they stepped forward simultaneously and embraced Lin Yan tightly, one on each side.
"Thank you, Ayan!" they said in unison, their voices low but full of genuine emotion.
This sudden, slightly clumsy yet passionate embrace between men made Lin Yan stiffen slightly. He wasn't used to such a direct expression of emotion, so he immediately struggled exaggeratedly, breaking free from their arms and deliberately shaking his body to make a disgusted expression.
"Ugh~ That's so cheesy! What kind of behavior is this, two grown men hugging and cuddling like that!" He complained, but there was no annoyance on his face. Instead, as if to hide his barely perceptible embarrassment, he turned and ran upstairs. "Hurry up and get on with the important business! I'm going upstairs!"
Back in the spacious and quiet master bedroom on the second floor, a stark contrast to the lively scene downstairs, Little Qi was sprawled out in the middle of the large bed, her snow-white belly rising and falling with her breath, her little paws occasionally twitching, as if she were having a sweet dream.
Looking at the little guy's defenseless sleeping posture, Lin Yan's earlier discomfort from being hugged vanished instantly. He couldn't help but chuckle and whispered affectionately, "Silly little dog."
He didn't rest immediately, but instead walked to the sofa by the window and sat down, calming his mind. His thoughts connected directly with Lin Yi through the spatial imprint.
"Young Master." Lin Yi's calm and respectful voice immediately rang in his mind.
Lin Yan methodically instructed: "Lin Yi, transfer a batch of cotton from the space warehouse and temporarily store it in our warehouse in Hong Kong. Be prepared."
"Yes, young master."
"Furthermore," Lin Yan continued, "I plan to support the Tang family in Hong Kong, specifically Tang Bingyuan's branch, in entering the high-end textile industry. We will collaborate to establish a new clothing brand. Subsequently, if they require it, we will supply them with this cotton at a stable market price. Please follow up on this matter."
"Understood, young master." Lin Yi's response was without the slightest hesitation. "If Mr. Tang Bingyuan comes to us, I will contact him and agree on a fair price. Please rest assured, young master."
After giving his instructions, Lin Yan disconnected the phone. He walked to the bedside and gently patted Xiao Qi's bottom. The little guy just whimpered twice in his sleep, then changed his position and continued sleeping.
Lin Yan smiled, put it in the blanket, and lay down as well. Downstairs, he could faintly hear Li Wenbin and the others' footsteps and excited whispers as they went upstairs.
Repulse Bay, Hong Kong.
Inside a grand seaside villa, the study was brightly lit. One side featured a floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelf filled with ancient and Western-style books; on the other wall hung a freehand flower painting by Wu Changshuo, while a gramophone in the corner played soft classical music. The air was thick with the calming atmosphere of cigars and books. Tang Bingyuan, with a sharp face and gold-rimmed glasses, sat behind a large mahogany desk, reviewing the quarterly reports of his textile factory.
"Knock knock knock—" A soft knocking sound rang out on the door.
"Come in," Tang Bingyuan replied without even looking up.
The butler pushed open the door and entered with light steps, holding a telegram in his hands. He respectfully handed it to the desk: "Master, this is an urgent telegram from New York, USA. It was sent by the second young master. Please take a look."
"Oh? Liu Qian's telegram?" Tang Bingyuan put down the document in his hand, somewhat surprised. His youngest son had been in New York discussing his engagement with his future in-laws; he wouldn't send such an urgent telegram unless it was something important. He took the thin sheet of paper, his gaze sweeping over the translated message. The content was even more astonishing than he had imagined:
"Father, in your humble opinion:"
My son recently encountered a remarkable man in New York named Lin Yan, a key figure in the Hong Kong Lin Group. Though young, his insight and demeanor are extraordinary, and his background is unfathomable. He possesses a premium cotton variety whose fiber length, strength, and luster far surpass any known type, making it a truly dreamlike material. Samples of this cotton are already stored in the Lin Group's Hong Kong warehouse, and Father can send someone to inspect it at any time. Lin Yan intends to support our family, proposing to combine his exclusive cotton supply and capital with our factory and experience to jointly create a top-tier apparel brand, targeting the global high-end market. Li Wenbin (son of Li Yaozu) and Zheng Jiaming (son of Zheng Yi) are also interested in participating. If this succeeds, it will help our family escape the traditional red ocean of textiles and create a completely new future, which is of great significance. Lin Yan is extremely sincere, but his family background is quite mysterious, and his strength is formidable. This matter concerns the future direction of our family business, and I dare not act on my own initiative, hence this urgent telegram. Lin Yan has said that if you are interested, you can come to the US for a face-to-face meeting at any time. I await Father's instructions.
Liu Qian Kou Bing
Tang Bingyuan held the telegram and read it three times. His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the smooth mahogany table.
Hong Kong's Lin Group? Dream-level cotton? Creating a top-tier brand?
Every word challenged his understanding as a seasoned businessman. It sounded unbelievable, like a fantasy. But the telegram was sent by his son, Liu Qian, and he knew Liu Qian's character; he was not one to speak carelessly, especially about something so important.
"The Lin family... Lin Yan..." Tang Bingyuan murmured the name. The Lin Group was currently enjoying great success in Hong Kong. Although he had never dealt with them, they were not to be underestimated.
He pondered for a long time, his gaze falling once again on those key phrases—"premium cotton," "top brand," and "escaping the red ocean." As a "textile tycoon" who had spent half his life in the textile industry, he knew all too well what a breakthrough raw material meant; it could be the key to reshaping the industry landscape.
"Reply to Liu Qian," Tang Bingyuan finally spoke, instructing the butler who was waiting nearby, his tone decisive, "tell him that I am aware of this matter. Instruct him to make sure Mr. Lin and his friends are well taken care of. I will arrange my itinerary as soon as possible and personally go to New York."