nucmednet Chapter 1280 Unexpected Guests
Chapter 1280 Unexpected Guests
When Song Yiminde appeared at the door, Sukarno's face instantly turned gloomy.
"Chairman," Song Yimingde bowed politely, "Long time no see."
Sukarno looked at Chen Tongyi coldly and said, "General, is this the 'surprise' you mentioned?"
"What?" Chen Tong smiled and brought the fish to the table. "Chairman, don't you like this surprise?"
Sukarno suppressed his anger. Song Yiminde, the largest Chinese businessman in South Asia, controlled the lifeline of shipping in the entire South Asia. But in Sukarno's eyes, he was a two-faced businessman, who was respectful to the Asian Alliance on the surface, but secretly he didn't know what he was planning.
"Come on, come on," Chen Tong seemed not to notice Sukarno's expression, "Sit down. I caught this fish myself today. If you wait any longer, it will be stale."
Song Yimingde sat down gracefully: "It smells delicious. General Chen's cooking skills are indeed well-deserved."
Sukarno snorted coldly, but still sat down at Chen Tong's signal.
"The wine that the Chairman brought," Chen Tong skillfully opened the bottle and poured the wine, "is just right for this steamed fish."
Seeing Chen Tong acting as if nothing had happened, Sukarno was secretly alert: What was the purpose of this Chinese general bringing himself and Song Yiminde together?
Song Yimingde Song looked calm and composed, as if they had known about this arrangement tonight.
Chen Tong raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink to celebrate our gathering tonight."
The sound of wine glasses clinking rang out in the restaurant, but Sukarno could feel that the night had just begun.
Chen Tong, on the other hand, was serving food to the two of them with his signature unfathomable smile.
As Sukarno watched Song Yiminde tasting wine elegantly, his anger grew stronger.
How did this man, this famous business tycoon in South Asia, treat himself in the past?
That was five years ago, when Sukarno was still working hard to establish the Asian Union. He once visited Ison Mingde specifically, hoping to gain the support of this Chinese merchant family that had been operating in Indonesia for three generations.
But how did Song Yi do it?
"Asian Alliance?" Song Yi was sitting in his luxurious office at the time, not even looking at Sukarno, "With you? Are you qualified to talk about an alliance?"
That condescending attitude and that contemptuous look still deeply hurt Sukarno's self-esteem.
Not only that, Song Yi also secretly suppressed businessmen who supported the Asian Alliance, cut off their shipping channels and cut off their sources of funds. In his view, it was simply a fantasy for a soldier to establish a political alliance.
"Do you think you can accomplish anything with a few warships and a few poor countries?" Song Yi sarcastically said, "What is politics? It's about interests, money, and relationships. You want to play this game?"
Sukarno always kept these words and attitudes in his heart.
Now looking at Song Yi sitting here with a calm look on her face, Sukarno just felt a tightness in his chest.
Yes, Song Yi has been operating in India and the West for three generations, controlling the shipping lifeline of the entire South Asia. Their fleet can determine the life and death of a port, and their funds can dominate the economy of a city.
But it was precisely this kind of strength that made Song Yi choose to ridicule and suppress rather than support.
Now that the Asian Union has taken shape, Som Emin has begun to show goodwill. But Sukarno will never forget how this person trampled on his dignity when he was in the most difficult time.
But now, Chen Tong invited him...&34;
Sukarno picked up the wine glass and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Chairman," Song Yimingde picked up his glass and stood up, "I hope that some of the unpleasantness in the past can be written off."
Sukarno looked at him coldly without moving.
"I know that I offended the Chairman a lot," Song Yimingde continued with a humble smile on his face, "I was short-sighted at that time and did not see the Chairman's foresight."
Sukarno remained unmoved.
Chen Tong was picking up the fish slowly and leisurely, seeming to be very interested in this scene.
"How about this," Song Yimingde suddenly changed the subject when he saw Sukarno remained silent, "I am prepared to invest 34 million New Chinese dollars as a token of my appreciation to the Chairman."
Sukarno's fingers trembled slightly.
Twenty million New China dollars is not a small amount. Even with the financial resources of the Song Yi family, this is a considerable investment.
"What does Mr. Som Yi mean by this?" Sukarno finally spoke, with a hint of coldness in his voice.
"It's nothing," Song Yimingde said with a smile, "I just want to make up for my mistakes. The chairman can use the money as he pleases, and use it for the construction of the Asian Union, or..."
He paused meaningfully: "Use it wherever the Chairman personally deems it appropriate."
Sukarno's eyes flickered.
This is an interesting statement. This money can be used for official business or for personal use. In other words, Song Yimingde is giving him a huge sum of money that he can use for his own benefit.
"Mr. Song Yi is really generous," Sukarno sneered, "I wonder what the conditions are for this money?"
"No, no," Song Yimingde waved his hands quickly, "What conditions are there? I just want to make peace with the chairman."
Chen Tong took a sip of wine and looked back and forth between the two of them.
"Chairman," Yi Songmingde raised his glass again, "This glass of wine is my apology. Let the past be the past."
Sukarno looked at the wine glass in front of him, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
&34;Snap!&34;
Sukarno suddenly knocked over the wine glass, and the dark red wine splashed on the snow-white tablecloth like a blooming blood flower.
"Shame!" He stood up with red eyes, "Do you think 34 million can erase the shame?"
Song Yimingde's smile froze on his face.
&34；你还记得当初是怎么说的吗？&34；苏加诺咬牙切齿，&34；&39；就凭你？也配谈什么联盟？&39；这句话，我一辈子都忘不了！&34；
His voice trembled with anger: "At that time, I went to you with full of enthusiasm, hoping to get the support of the Yisong family. But what about you? You didn't even look at me!"
Song Yimingde's face turned ugly.
"Not only that," Sukarno continued to roar, "you also secretly suppressed those who supported me, cut off their flights, and froze their funds. Do you know how I got through that period?"
He slammed his fist on the table and said, "Now that the Asian Union is on the rise, you come to show your goodwill? Twenty million? Ha! Who do you think I am? A beggar you can just send away?"
The restaurant was silent.
Even Chen Tong put down his chopsticks and watched the scene quietly.
"Chairman," Song Yimingde tried to save the situation, "It was indeed my fault at the beginning..."
"No?" Sukarno sneered, "Your family has been operating in Indonesia for three generations and is rich enough to rival a country. But when I was in the most difficult time, what did you do? In addition to ridicule and suppression, what else did you do?"
His eyes were filled with hatred: "You want to settle it with money now? Dream on!"
Song Yimingde's face turned pale, but he still forced himself not to lose his temper.
Chen Tong remained silent, but a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes.