The Great Sage Returns from Ten Years of Imprisonment

Tuesday, morning.

The headquarters building of AVIC.

The atmosphere in the general manager's office was much more somber than usual.

Mr. Kong sat behind his large desk, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the surface, making a soft tapping sound.

Just then, Secretary Zhou pushed open the door and walked in, his footsteps very light.

"Boss, you wanted to see me?"

The silence was finally broken by Secretary Zhou's voice.

Mr. Kong looked at him, but did not respond immediately. Instead, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped the folder in front of him.

"Last night I read through Xiaoling's analysis report on Goldman Sachs' fuel hedging strategy three times, and each time I was more alarmed than the last."

"This analysis report reveals very serious problems. It's almost certain that Goldman Sachs has treated our airlines like easy prey..."

As he spoke, Mr. Kong unconsciously clenched his fist.

As the general manager of China National Aviation Holding Company and the chairman of Air China, he knew all too well what this analysis report meant.

That's a loss of tens of billions of yuan, enough to crush any domestic airline. Even Air China, the largest airline, absolutely cannot afford it!

The most urgent task now is to find a way to resolve this crisis before the real storm sets in.

If huge losses do occur, many people will inevitably suffer.

Mr. Kong took a deep breath, forcibly calming his emotions, then opened the folder and casually flipped to the last page.

This is a chart predicting the trend of international oil prices in the coming months, drawn by Ling Yun. The lines are like a waterfall cascading down a cliff!

Looking at the breathtaking downward curve, Mr. Kong felt a chill run down his spine.

He clenched his fist unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Before leaving home this morning, I checked international oil prices online and found that they had fallen to $129, a drop of over 12% in a week."

"If international oil prices continue to fall so rapidly, several airlines will soon be in a loss-making situation, and the losses will amplify indefinitely."

At this point, Mr. Kong's expression became increasingly solemn, and his tone became even more resolute.

"We cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom; we must quickly come up with a strategy to escape this insidious trap."

Secretary Zhou, with a similarly solemn expression, nodded in agreement.

"That's true. I've been keeping an eye on international oil price changes these past few days; the price drop has been too rapid."

"The subprime crisis has spread throughout Europe and the United States, and many financial institutions are laying off large numbers of employees, showing a strong trend of developing into a financial crisis."

A hint of approval flashed in Mr. Kong's eyes, then he changed the subject.

"You should notify the group's investment director to convene the group's financial and futures investment experts to conduct an in-depth analysis of Goldman Sachs' hedging strategy."

"If the group lacks sufficient investment experts or is not proficient in their fields, then it should seek assistance from state-owned professional investment institutions such as China Investment Corporation."

"Then I called the heads of all the airlines and told them to bring their investment directors to Beijing for a meeting, and they had to arrive before Friday..."

He issued several orders in succession, each one leaving no room for argument.

Secretary Zhou nodded as he took notes rapidly, afraid of missing anything.

"Okay, boss, I'll do it right away."

After finishing recording, he paused for a moment, then suddenly reminded him:

"Boss, should we inform Ling Yun and have him join as well? His professionalism is beyond question."

Mr. Kong paused for a moment, leaned back in his chair and pondered for a while, then shook his head.

"No need for now. After all, Xiaoling isn't part of the system. We need to consider the reputation of the investment departments of each airline, so as not to embarrass those guys."

"Because of his previous actions within the Broad Group, his identity is rather sensitive, so we need to be careful to protect him!"

As he spoke, he suddenly chuckled.

"That kid's like Sun Wukong, always causing trouble. We can bring him out when we need him to wreak havoc in Heaven!"

"Haha, that's a very vivid analogy."

Secretary Zhou nodded with a smile.

Then, he turned and walked towards the door.

Just as he reached the door and was about to open it, Mr. Kong suddenly gave him a few more instructions.

"When you contact the heads of various airlines, do not reveal the purpose of inviting them to the meeting in Beijing. The expert group also needs to maintain strict confidentiality."

"When Ling Yun stirred up the first storm at Yuanda Group, Yuanda Group uncovered a number of corporate spies. This serves as a cautionary tale."

His voice suddenly became sharp and cold.

"Goldman Sachs' ability to sell this hedging strategy, which harbors malicious intentions, to various airlines suggests there might be something fishy going on, and we must be wary."

Secretary Zhou stopped and turned around to nod.

"Understood, sir. I will be careful to maintain confidentiality."

After saying that, he opened the door and returned to his office next door.

The door closed, and Mr. Kong's gaze fell on the table, focusing once again on the analysis report in front of him.

Looking at the alarming international oil price trend chart on the report, his brows furrowed into a deep frown!

Logically, with international oil prices plummeting, he, as the head of both China National Aviation Holding Company and Air China, should be happy, as this would undoubtedly save on fuel costs significantly.

At this moment, he was filled with worry and couldn't feel happy at all.

Before we knew it, it was Saturday.

Around 10 a.m., the cicadas outside the window were chirping loudly.

In the living room.

Mom was tidying up the coffee table while complaining to Dad.

"That brat disappears after breakfast, and it's been like this for several days in a row. I wonder what kind of trouble he's causing!"

"Give him a call and tell him to have lunch at the old man's place. We'll go over there later."

Dad pushed up his glasses and nodded with a smile.

"You're just worrying unnecessarily. Your son is 27 and very opinionated. You can't keep treating him like a child."

Just then, the door clicked open, and Ling Yun walked in from outside.

He greeted his parents as he entered the door, then went straight to the refrigerator.

I opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of chilled plum juice, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

He then sighed contentedly and made a couple of sarcastic remarks with a smile.

"This awful weather, it's unbearably hot. I was drenched in sweat after standing outside for less than ten minutes."

"Drink slowly, be careful not to upset your stomach."

My mother gave me a few words of concern before changing the subject.

"How far have things progressed between you and Leilei? I've seen Leilei's photos; she's stunningly beautiful, even more so than some celebrities, and she works at a university—she's got it all!"

Lingyun looked at his mother and shook his head helplessly.

"We've only known each other for a few days, and things are still very close. We're just ordinary friends right now, so please don't rush us."

He dared not tell his parents that he might not get married.

So he repeatedly begged Yanzi and Leilei to cooperate with his act and not to tell his mother about it.

If Mom finds out about this, Lingyun will definitely get a mixed doubles beating, and he might even be kicked out of the house!

Seeing that her mother was about to pry into her life again, Lingyun quickly changed the subject.

"Dad, Mom, it's the weekend, you two shouldn't just stay at home. I'll take you to a great place to see some interesting things, I guarantee you'll love it."

My parents exchanged a glance, both somewhat taken aback.

"What kind of trouble are you causing now? Where are you taking us?"

"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. You will know when you arrive; it will be a huge surprise."

Ling Yun smiled and kept everyone in suspense.

Next, he urged his parents to get ready to go out.

Seeing his deliberately mysterious demeanor, the elderly couple became intrigued.

They quickly got ready and followed Ling Yun out of the house.

When they came downstairs, they saw it at a glance.

Across from the building entrance, a black SUV was parked. Its exterior was rugged and imposing, with a tough and stylish design that was not lacking in refinement. Every line was decisive and full of wild beauty.

The huge three-pointed star emblem embedded in the center of the chrome grille at the front of the car accurately reveals the origin of this luxury SUV: it's a Mercedes-Benz G-Class!

Several teenagers and three middle-aged men from the same neighborhood were gathered around the G-Class, admiring it with shining eyes, completely mesmerized and full of praise.

Seeing Lingyun come out with his parents, the boys immediately surrounded him with smiles on their faces.

"Brother Yun, your top-of-the-line G-Class is so cool! It must have cost at least three million yuan, right? It's definitely the most expensive one in our neighborhood!"

"Hey Yun, can I ask you something? Can we go up there and have a look? If you could take us for a spin around the Third Ring Road, that would be even better."

Ling Yun glanced at the group of guys, then waved his hand with a smile.

"We'll talk about this later, there will be plenty of opportunities. Right now I need to take my parents out to run some errands, so I'll have to talk to you all later."

As he spoke, he took out the remote car key and casually unlocked the car.

Before my parents could ask any questions, I led them into this imposing black G-Class.

As soon as he settled into the car, he immediately spoke first:

"Dad, Mom, I know you have a lot of questions, but don't worry, we can talk about it on the way."

"Let me show you something about this G-Class first."

As he spoke, he reached into the glove compartment, opened it, took out a black document bag, and handed it to his father.

Then start the engine and drive the luxury car slowly forward.

In the back seat, Dad and Mom exchanged a glance and opened the black file folder in surprise.

"Here's the vehicle registration certificate, the vehicle license, and wait, why are there also several sets of keys and access cards?"