Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 268 Arrangement
After explaining things to He Yuyao, He Yuzhu went inside to check on his two younger sisters before leaving the hospital.

He went into a public phone booth not far from the hospital and made a call.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered, but no one spoke when they did.

"Leopard Head?"

"Boss, you scared me to death! I thought we'd been exposed again."

"How are the arrangements going?"

"Everyone else has left. I'm the last one, and I'm just finishing up."

"Have you made it clear to them? Don't stay here, don't take any chances, go back to Hong Kong."

"Tell me, boss, who exactly did we mess with? Those guys last night were probably special forces, right?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Get back safely."

"Yes." Leopard Head on the other end of the phone instinctively stood at attention.

Just as He Yuzhu was about to hang up, Leopard Head asked again, "Boss, do Old Wolf and the others need any help? I've been here a while, so I can help out a bit."

"No need, I have other arrangements for them. You finish up and leave immediately. Don't delay, understand?"

"understand!"

"Beep beep beep," He Yuzhu hung up the phone immediately.

After making the call, He Yuzhu turned around and went back to the hospital; he needed to wait for someone.

About an hour later, Wilson arrived at the hospital and quickly walked over to He Yuzhu after seeing him.

"Mr. Chen, I have..."

"This is not the place to talk."

"I'm sorry, that was my oversight."

The two found a stairwell, and He Yuzhu gestured for Wilson to continue.

“Mr. Chen, everything is arranged.” Wilson lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension. This man hadn’t told him what happened last night, but he had friends in the police station who had given him a rough account. Although the bar owner’s death had caused a stir, it had quickly been suppressed.

However, the intense gunfight in the city, which even involved high-lethal weapons such as grenades, was impossible to suppress. The problem was that the police on both sides had no idea who the people involved were, because apart from bullet casings and bloodstains, no bodies or weapons were left at the scene. The clues went cold, and there were no witnesses. Perhaps they were silenced.

"You can't go directly back from Asia; you have to go through other places. The charter flight is a Gulfstream III, taking off from a private terminal at Newark Airport. The crew doesn't know who they're picking up, and they're very tight-lipped."

"When do we leave? Where are we going?" He Yuzhu asked.

Wilson glanced at He Yuzhu and said cautiously, "We can leave tonight. Our first stop is Montreal in Canada. The medical facilities there are quite good, and there's a private clinic we cooperate with. We can do some transitional checkups and care first, mainly to avoid unnecessary attention that might be caused by going directly to Asia. Once Miss Wang's condition stabilizes, about a week later, we'll transfer in Vancouver to Singapore."

"Singapore? You have connections there too?" He Yuzhu was a little surprised. This old guy has some pretty wild connections.

“A former client opened a hospital in Singapore, and I’ve already asked him to reserve a top-tier VIP rehabilitation ward for me. The rehabilitation department there is world-class in the field of trauma recovery, and there are many Chinese doctors, making communication easier and the environment relatively safe.”

"Can the Gulfstream II be seated? There are fourteen of us here."

"It's just the right size to sit down. The Gulfstream II can carry 19 people, including the crew."

"Is there anyone in Canada to meet us?"

"Yes, I've already made the arrangements."

"Hmm, the arrangements are fairly reasonable. One last question: how do you plan to 'destroy' the hospital's records?"

This was what he cared about most, and it was also a real test of Wilson.

New York is a dangerous place; any trace could become a future problem.

Wilson, clearly prepared, immediately replied, "As you requested, all paper records involving Ms. Wang and Ms. He, including emergency room registrations, surgical reports, and medication lists, will be shredded and mixed with medical waste under the personal supervision of the hospital's Chief Security Officer after they leave."

He looked into He Yuzhu's eyes and added, "If you're worried, you can come with me to the hospital's archives and information center later to see them handle it in person."

“Okay, you can take me there later.” He Yuzhu nodded. Wilson’s arrangements were flawless. He even felt that this guy was wasting his time as a lawyer.

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "Okay."

While He Yuzhu was dealing with hospital matters, he was unaware that the oil club was in an uproar.

Before leaving Billy's office last night, he deliberately created the illusion of a "robbery and murder".

Billy's office safe was ransacked, and even the antique ornaments inside were stolen. His luxury watch was also missing. The traces left at the scene suggested an internal strife, as He Yuzhu had taken the bodies of several bodyguards and disguised it as an absconding with the money.

When the New York police arrived at the scene after receiving the report, their initial assessment was that it was a typical gangland robbery and murder – such things are all too common in places like Brick Lane.

All the clues at the scene pointed to the bodyguards conspiring to rob their own boss.

This actually puts the people at the oil club at ease, because with the middleman gone, 'Dead Billy' is the best Billy, isn't he?

What really gave those people a headache was that the small team they sent out had disappeared—a ten-man team, vanished without a trace.

This means the other party can get certain information from these people, and they dare not gamble.

So now the police and FBI are looking for the missing people. Of course, Billy's bodyguards are also looking for them, since they can't guarantee that the people didn't take other things with them, such as ledgers.

Newark Private Airport, 8:10 PM.

The Gulfstream III's gangway had been retracted, the engine started, and the fuselage began to slowly accelerate on the runway.

Through the porthole, He Yushui pressed herself tightly against the glass, her eyes red and swollen, her lips pale.

Wang Siyu was secured to a stretcher, with the monitor beside her beeping. She half-opened her eyes and laboriously raised her only movable right hand, waving towards the cabin door.

Inside the cabin, He Yuyao looked back one last time—that lonely figure in the distance looked like a knife stuck in the night.

The engines roared, the plane pitched up, and the lights converged into a silver line under the fuselage before piercing the clouds and disappearing.

……

Seeing the plane take off, Wilson, who was further away, turned up his coat collar and jogged over to where He Yuzhu was, whispering, "Mr. Chen... are you really not leaving?"

He Yuzhu put one hand in his pocket and carried a large black tote bag in the other, saying in a calm tone, "It's fine that they're gone. I still have things to take care of in New York."

Wilson's Adam's apple bobbed.

Over the past 24 hours, gunfire has been deafening in the North Side of Manhattan; two warehouses in Brooklyn have been reduced to rubble; and helicopters from the FBI, NYPD, and even the Department of Homeland Security have been flying low over the Hudson River in turn.

The person who started this was now standing right in front of him, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Do you... really understand what staying here means?" Wilson lowered his voice. "Half the agents in the city are searching."

"Looking for what? Me?"

"No, no, no, they're looking for clues."

"Would you become a clue?"

Wilson was stunned, then gave a wry smile: "I'm just a lawyer."

"Can you guarantee that none of your relationships will run into trouble?"

"They're all old connections; there haven't been any problems before."

"That's because they've never encountered a big one before," He Yuzhu joked.

"big guy?"

He Yuzhu handed over the tote bag, and Wilson took it instinctively. The weight of the tote bag almost made him fall over.

The ground was wet, so he had to carry it with difficulty. After finally unzipping it, he found it full of cash, with a note on top of the cash bearing five names.

"Please look up the names on the sticky notes for me. I need their addresses, daily activities, and so on."

Wilson glanced at the note and his scalp tingled instantly.

An agent for an oil tycoon in North America, a futures manager for a financial tycoon in Europe, and the head of the energy derivatives department...

He had been a lawyer for twenty years and had only seen these names in the most prestigious mergers and acquisitions cases.

Now, someone is asking him to dig up their hideout.

“Mr. Chen,” Wilson’s throat was dry, “this is no longer a legal issue, this is—”

"I'll give you two choices."

He Yuzhu held up one finger. "One, put down this bag, drive back to Manhattan, and continue being your top lawyer. Tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, and you'll know nothing about it."

He held up his second finger. "Second, take this bag and help me check. Of course, this is just a deposit. After I've settled things, there will be more money, no less."

Under the runway lights, Wilson's face turned from white to green, and then from green to red.

He looked at the at least two million dollars in cash in his briefcase, and thought of his detached house where he was still paying off the mortgage, and of the senior partners in the law firm who treated him like a chore.

Then he zipped up the bag and hugged it tightly to his chest.

"Have you thought it through?" He Yuzhu knew from his action that this guy had been turned into a little devil by money.

"Think about it!"

"Hahaha, you won't be disappointed. Even if you can't stand staying in this land, I guarantee you'll be ten times more comfortable in Hong Kong."

“I know Mr. Chen has a lot of influence in Hong Kong, otherwise he wouldn’t have offended these guys.” Wilson tapped his handbag with his chin.

“Do a good job, and maybe you can own a law firm where you have complete control, the biggest one in New York.”

"I'm really looking forward to it!" Wilson's eyes shone with a different kind of light.

"Let's go back." He Yuzhu patted his shoulder, which felt perfectly natural.

"it is good."

Wilson carried a heavy tote bag on the way, and his breathing became rapid from exhaustion.

“Mr. Chen, where is Carl? We might need him for further investigation.”

"Even if you didn't bring it up, I would still ask you: is that kid reliable? If it weren't for the fact that he's not a friend..."

He Yuzhu didn't continue, but Wilson understood perfectly and quickly said, "No, no, no, he's very reliable, he keeps his mouth shut, and I need him."

“He’s safe for now. He’s resting in one of my safe houses. I’ll write down the address for you after he gets in the car,” He Yuzhu nodded.

“Okay.” Wilson nodded.

The two walked to the parking spot, and Wilson struggled to put the handbag into the trunk of his car.

He Yuzhu got into his car, wrote a note, and handed it to Wilson who was walking over.

"Be careful. There's a phone number on this. You can call it in an emergency. Remember, only in an emergency. I'll contact you at other times."

"clear."

Afterwards, as the two cars drove away from the airport and entered the outskirts of the city, He Yuzhu and Wilson parted ways.

Wilson watched the car disappear in the rearview mirror, took a deep breath, and then accelerated toward the address on the note. It was past 11 p.m., on the fifth floor of an old apartment building without an elevator in Queens.

Only one desk lamp was on in the room, and He Yuzhu was sitting at the table writing something in a notebook.

"The Dow Jones Industrial Average is at 847.23, down 3.7%, and the S&P 500 is at 91.18, down 4.1%."

"There are still 27 trading days until the bottom is reached."

These are things from his past life memories. He came here before to save people, so he didn't have time to think about them. Now he wants revenge, and these are the strongest pieces of information supporting the location of the artillery shells.

The next morning.

He Yuzhu appeared in an office building in Midtown Manhattan.

This is the New York office of "Yellow River Investment," which is nominally a small private equity fund.

"Boss." Because He Yuzhu had already made the call, the person in charge was already waiting.

Upon entering the manager's office, He Yuzhu spoke: "Change the sign outside and immediately put up a temporary sign that reads 'Pioneer Asset Management.' Replace all external documents and communications with the new ones as well; don't use Huanghe for now."

"Boss, we've only been listed for a short time."

“It’s precisely because it was just put up and nobody knows about it yet that we need to change it. If you use the Yellow River sign, you will encounter many problems here, and you may even find it impossible to move an inch.”

"Is it a North American conglomerate?" The person in charge clearly had a deep understanding of this area; he had also participated in the oil futures battle.

"Okay, you go ahead and do it. I'll call home."

"Yes." The person in charge did not ask any further questions.

After the person in charge left, He Yuzhu sat down at his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the Hong Kong hotline.

"Xiaoman."

"Brother Zhu, how's the situation on your end?" Xiaoman's voice was filled with worry and a little anxiety.

"I've already sent Yushui and the others away. They're going to Canada first, and we'll go to Singapore once Siyu's condition stabilizes."

"What do you need from home?" Upon hearing that they had been sent away, Xiaoman immediately realized that the situation here was not good. Something must have happened, and He Yuzhu could no longer protect them.

"Two things. First, have Lao Bai send someone to Singapore to meet them. I'll give you the name of a hospital in a bit. Go check it out first. Make sure Siyu and Yushui are absolutely safe and discreet after they arrive, and that medical resources are in place. Second, transfer a few skilled traders to New York. Make sure their identities are properly handled."

"Is there going to be something big happening in New York again? Do you need me to go there?"

"You can't come over, it's too dangerous. You also need to make it clear to the people you send that there is some danger involved. Make sure they have a place to settle down and give them some money to help them settle down."

"Brother Zhu, it's so dangerous, why don't you come back?"

"I can't leave. If I don't beat them hard enough, this kind of thing will keep happening. I want them to know that we're not to be trifled with."

"Hey, we're halfway around the world, wouldn't it be better if we each made our own money?" Xiaoman sighed.

"Some people are never satisfied."

"Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Go find Chen Sheng. He'll ask me to find two experts in asset valuation and acquisition for you. I'll need them later."

"Are we also going to do manufacturing over there?"

"It depends on the situation; it's mainly about technology."

"Okay, what should we say at home? The two girls haven't called in so long, they'll ask about it. Let's put it off for now. Oh, by the way, Yuyao is with them."

"So that's why the kid isn't coming home. Turns out he went to North America with you. How's he doing?"

"This kid's all grown up. When we get back, we'll let him do whatever he wants."

"understood."

"That's all for now. If you need anything, you can call and have the person in charge here relay it. I probably won't be here all the time."

"Okay, please be careful. The children and I will be waiting for you to come home."

"I know, I'm hanging up now, beep beep beep." He Yuzhu hung up the phone.

Outside the office, the old signboard was quickly removed and replaced with the "Pioneer Asset Management" logo. This company, which was originally a backup, is now the official one.

He Yuzhu walked into the trading room and turned his gaze to the huge projection on the wall, where the real-time Dow Jones index curve was displayed—a steep downward line.

He whispered to the person in charge beside him, "Are all the people reliable?"

"Reliable, they're all from Hong Kong."

"Alright, the meeting will be in the conference room in five minutes. I have something to announce."

"Yes, boss."

Five minutes later, the atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy.

He Yuzhu stood in front of a blackboard and pointed to several numbers.

"North American stock markets still have room to fall, but they are not far from a bottom. It is expected to bottom out within a month."

"This is our last chance to get involved. Targets: oil stocks and bank stocks. Utilize existing funds and leverage to build positions in batches at the bottom, focusing on bank stocks. They were hit the hardest, but their fundamentals remain intact, and they will benefit the most from the recovery. The investment department will come up with a specific operational strategy within one day."

"Yes!" The investment department manager immediately took notes, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him. The boss's move was definitely a big one, and the boss's wife wasn't there to oversee things, which meant they had to do it themselves. He was both excited and a little thrilled.

"The second thing, intelligence team, is to immediately launch an in-depth investigation into U.S. companies in the following industries that are on the verge of bankruptcy or experiencing operational difficulties, in order of priority: aircraft manufacturing (especially parts suppliers), automobile manufacturing (traditional and emerging), and semiconductor design and manufacturing. I need the most detailed report possible: core assets, technology patents, debt structure, potential acquisition costs, and the feasibility and pathways for post-acquisition technology transfer."

"Boss, how much time do we have?"

"There's no need to rush this. I'll give you a month first."

“Okay.” The intelligence team leader hurriedly replied, fearing that if he were given a few more days, he definitely wouldn’t be able to finish.

He Yuzhu looked around at everyone and said, "Until I give you any more orders, continue with your usual procedures and don't attract attention."

"Understood!" came the unanimous reply from the conference room.

Three days later, New York.

At 10 a.m., the six traders personally selected by Xiaoman arrived.

At 16 p.m. on the same day, Chen Sheng’s five-person assessment team also arrived.

Xiaoman said on the phone, "We've increased our manpower because we were worried that we wouldn't be able to handle what you needed to do due to a shortage of staff."

After listening, He Yuzhu only replied with two words: "Very good."

At night, the small conference room next to the trading room was converted into a "war room".

Two huge sheets of paper were pasted on the wall: "Rockefeller Group (codename 'ROCK') – Exxon, Chase Manhattan Bank, Indiana Standard, California Standard, Marathon Oil; Rothschild Group (codename 'ROTH') – Cooper-Bethesmay, Hamburger, Anaconda Copper, Continental Oil, etc."

He Yuzhu drew a lightning bolt between "ROCK" and "ROTH" with a red marker, and wrote a line at the bottom: "Take a piece of flesh and make them suffer to the bone!"

"Boss, this is too much. I'm afraid our funds won't be enough."

“There will be more funding later, so you can deal with these few first.” He Yuzhu drew lines under Exxon, Datong, and Continental Petroleum.

"Yes."

"It's up to you guys when the market opens tomorrow morning."

"clear."

The next day, He Yuzhu did not go to "Pioneer Asset Management" because he knew that going there would only put pressure on those people, and besides, he was not a professional. This time, it was still Xiaoman in charge, just remotely and not in real time.

He Yuzhu called Wilson, who told him he would have to wait a few more days. He Yuzhu didn't rush him, but instead drove aimlessly around New York City, wanting to familiarize himself with the streets.

Meanwhile, in Montreal, Canada, a secluded and secure private sanatorium.

Outside the window is the St. Lawrence River covered in snow, while inside it is warm and cozy, filled with the faint scent of disinfectant and pine.

Wang Siyu lay on a specially made hospital bed, her left shoulder still wrapped in a complex fixation brace, but some color had returned to her face.

She watched the birds flying past the window quietly, her eyes much calmer, her former carefree spirit tempered by pain into a kind of resilience.

He Yushui sat on the edge of the bed, peeling an apple gently.

The shock had gradually subsided in her heart, but a lingering shadow still lingered deep in her eyes.

She cut the peeled apple into small pieces and held them to Wang Siyu's mouth.

"Second sister, I can do it myself." Wang Siyu stretched out her uninjured right hand, her voice still a little weak, but her tone was firm.

"Okay, be careful." He Yushui handed her the small fork, watching her younger sister try her best to eat by herself, feeling both heartache and relief.

The ward door was gently pushed open, and He Yuyao walked in, carrying several newspapers in her hand.

"Third sister, how are you feeling?"

"It's much better, but this shoulder feels like it's been welded shut." Wang Siyu tried to move her left arm and immediately winced in pain.

"Don't rush, Dr. Smith said that recovery should be gradual," He Yushui quickly said.

"I know, but sometimes I just can't help but want to move around." Wang Siyu smiled slightly, though her smile was weak, her eyes were firm. "The doctor said that as long as I cooperate with the treatment, I will get better slowly."

"By the way, Third Sister, if you're bored, I'll read you the newspaper." He Yuyao waved the newspaper in her hand.

"What's so interesting about the news from Canada?" Wang Siyu shook her head.

"Okay, then I guess I've made a wasted trip," He Yuyao said.

"Then you can stay here alone, since I have nothing else to do anyway."

"okay!"

Just then, the ward door was pushed open again, and a doctor in a white coat walked in, followed by several nurses.

"Ms. Wang, it's time to change the dressing," the doctor said with a smile.

"Okay, doctor." Wang Siyu tried to sit up with difficulty.

"Don't move, don't move, we'll help you." He Yuyao quickly stepped forward.

"Alright, get out. Your third sister needs her dressing changed, it's not convenient for you to stay here." He Yushui directly started to shoo her brother away.

"Okay, then, Third Sister, I'll read the newspaper to you when I get back. By the way, Third Sister, what would you like to eat for lunch?"

"I want to eat home-cooked meals."

"No problem, I'll show you what I can do at noon."

"Then we'll wait!" Wang Siyu said with a smile.

“Let’s make Shandong cuisine; your third sister can’t eat Sichuan cuisine,” He Yushui said.

"receive."

(End of this chapter)