Chapter 422


    "Alright, got it." She slowly put down the phone in her hand and sat there in a daze. There was a


    very uneasy and sad feeling in her heart. After a while, she picked up her phone again and dialed


    his number.


    The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.


    Where in the world had he gone? Why wasn''t he picking up the phone?


    Jenna felt a burst of regret in her heart. She struggled and held onto her worries until the end of


    work. Then, she grabbed her keys and quickly walked towards the elevator.


    Along the way, she tried to call Hansen again several times. This time, however, his phone had


    been turned off.


    She had the sudden urge to cry.


    Where has that b*stard Hansen gone? How dare he refuse to pick up her call?


    Wouldn''t he know that she''ll be worried?


    She parked her car in the garage and took the electric vehicle to Green Jade Garden.


    "Mommy, Mommy." Jerry saw Jennaing back and ran to her happily. Seeing her son, Jenna''s


    heart was instantly filled with happiness. She bent down to pick him up and pecked his little face


    vigorously.


    "Mommy, where is Daddy?" Jerry asked. Jerry would see Hansen and Jennaing back together


    everyday. That day, he didn''t see Hansen and he wasn''t used to it.


    "Jerry, be good. Have you been a good boy today? Daddy has something to do. He''ll be backter."


    Jenna felt ufortable hearing Jerry mentioning Hansen, but she had no choice but to maintain a


    smile as she carefully exined to him.


    "Oh, okay." Although Jerry was somewhat disappointed, he was still very sensible. "Mommy, I''m


    always a good boy. It''s just that Daddy isn''t here, and I miss him so much."


    "I know. But Daddy is a man in charge of such a hugepany. He can''te home all the time


    like me. Be a good boy and y. I will cook some food for you." Jennaforted him in a soft voice


    as she patted his head.


    Jerry was a very sensible child. He came out of Jenna''s embrace and went to y with his toy cars.


    Jenna started getting busy in the kitchen.


    In a luxurious, private dining room.


    Hansen leaned against the back of the sofa, his long fingers resting on the armrest. He looked


    elegant and unruffled. The expression on his face was calm and neutral.


    Luqman was wearing a simple work suit, and his wide forehead was shining with wisdom. He was


    full of spirit, gentle and courteous. His warm eyes shone brightly.


    "Mr. Richards, no one knows that I''vee to find you today. In fact, I''m not here to rope votes for


    myself. I''m here to talk to you about something," he said in a calm and steady manner. His every


    gesture carried an air of pride, as if he was on top of the world.


    Hansen bent his fingers and nced at him. He gave a faint smile and leaned his body forward,


    slightly.


    "I don''t know what you want to say, but I have something to say first. The Richards Group has never


    participated in any elections. It has always been this way for generations. As someone carrying on


    my family''s legacy, I cannot go against it. Unless our family is nning to run in the elections, we


    aren''t allowed to take part in politics. This has always been the way the Richards Group operates."


    Even though he spoke softly, his tone was firm and bold. He was trying to show that he wasn''t


    rejecting him on purpose.


    "Mr. Richards, I know this. Rx, I will not force you into helping me with anything. That''s why I had


    invited you over discreetly. You don''t necessarily have to help me." Luqman knew what was going


    on. At that moment, he only smiled knowingly and nodded.


    "Alright, then tell me about it. I''ll listen carefully." Hansen lifted the corners of his eyes slightly. Then,


    he straightened his body and put on a decent smile.


    Luqman smiled. The wealthy man in front of him was a very influential figure in the business world.


    He was calm and experienced. His mannerisms andposure were indeed different from that of


    typical, rich heirs. He would not be so frivolous to the point of being supercilious, but he had an air


    of awe that could not be ignored. Even Luqman, a long-time politician, had a hard time controlling


    him.


    He didn''t really consider himself as simplying here just to lobby for himself.


    Luqman picked up the teapot in front of him that had been brewed to perfection, poured a cup for


    Hansen and filled his. "Mr. Richards, please have some tea."


    After saying that politely, he picked up a small teacup and put it to his lips. He took a deep breath


    andplimented the fragrance of the tea before slowly sipping it. His whole body was soothed


    from the warm tea. Only then did he raise his head and speak solemnly.


    "Mr. Richards, in theing election, Yadriel is way ahead of me in terms of poprity. He is sure


    to win. I am already mentally prepared to ept my loss."


    Was that true? Hansen also picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. He silently sneered


    in his heart, as if he would believe the words of a politician. He heard that Luqman had been very


    active whenpeting with Yandriel. He even wanted to try to poach Johan even though he knew


    that Yadriel and Johan were old friends. From this, it could be seen that every politician had an


    inted sense of greed.


    If he had really admitted defeat, why had hee knocking on his door then? Anyone with eyes


    could tell that the Richards Group had never participated in politics. Regardless of this, he remained


    calm and collected. He picked up the teapot to refill his tea and waited for Luqman to continue


    speaking.


    Luqman noticed that Hansen gave no obvious reaction and knew that he wasn''t concerned with


    such matters. He muttered to himself and sighed lightly. Looking up at Hansen, he asked, "Mr.


    Richard, how we do you know Yadriel?"


    Hansen did not expect him to ask such a question. He looked up vaguely and said faintly, "Mr.


    Wood, you should know that businessmen like me are not interested in people like him. I don''t know


    much about him at all."


    "That''s right." He heaved a long sigh. "There are so many people who don''t understand politics or


    the hidden rules in a politician''s world like you. Even a well-known figure like you wouldn''t know, let


    alone an average citizen. But the truth is, no one should be more concerned with the country''s well-


    being than the citizens. Every politician''s priority is to make the people happy. That is why I''vee


    to you today."


    His words sounded like a bunch of superficial talk or titudes. Either way, it sounded extremely


    weird to Hansen.


    Wasn''t it just an election? Why did he make it seem more like a war? Had their country already


    reached such a dire state?


    Politicians were really very good at ying the game. Even the citizens'' well- being was their chess


    piece.


    Unfortunately, all there was, was just their selfish desire for power and status. When it came to the


    people''s welfare, the Richards Group had not done any less than those so-called politicians. His


    gaze deepened as he raised an eyebrow to stare at Luqman.


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    Luqman knew what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "Mr. Richards, I trust you''re familiar with


    the petrochemical factory in Wullen Town?"


    "The petrochemical factory?" Hansen could not help but to feel his heart skip a beat. Just how many


    people had been alerted by such a small petrochemical factory? How much more was hidden


    behind the scenes? Looking at Luqman''s mysterious expression, Hansen felt that his father was


    right. Some wealth in this world did not belong to them. There was no point in forcing it.


    "Mr. Wood, it''s funny you would bring that up. I don''t know much about the petrochemical factory.


    So, I''ve already given up on it." He seemed to be speaking casually but his heart was frozen.


    The smile on Luqman''s face deepened and he chuckled. "Young man, you are ambitious and


    courageous. I thought highly of you. But now you recoil at the first sight of a challenge. This is not a


    good sign. After all, a big enterprise must ovee all the obstacles to progress and advance even


    further."


    As he said this, he picked up his tea and gulped it down.


    "Do you know why chamomile tea has such a strong taste? It''s not a particrly unique tea, but


    rather the slow intake of it at the perfect temperature is what gives it that deep vour. The effect of


    brewing it slowly enhances the taste and intensifies the vour. Likewise, a huge corporation needs


    to be built up slowly. Every detail must be perfect. As time goes on, each detail intertwines together


    and blossoms when the right timees. At its peak, it will be just like chamomile tea, deliciously


    fragrant and unforgettable." Luqman was a man of thought as he spoke eloquently.


    Hansen''s heart wavered when he heard this. He was struggling to keep up with Luqman. His


    thoughts were spinning rapidly.


    Richards Group would still focus on automobiles in the future. Without settling the raw materials


    needed for automobiles, it would be difficult to carry out their n and development in the long term.


    In the market, if someone monopolised the car parts industry and controlled the prices, Richards


    Group''s n to produce cars would be cut short. They might be controlled by others or even be


    unable to carry on at all.


    As such a huge corporation, how could they not have their own productionpany? Without it,


    their future opportunities would be reduced significantly. How could Hansen not know this?


    "Mr. Wood, are you saying that you don''t want me to give up on the petrochemical factory?" He


    looked at Luqman meaningfully.


    "You are the president of the Richards Group. You know best whether you should give up or not. I''m


    not here to convince you to do that either, as I have a bigger issue at hand. If my problem is solved,


    yours will naturally be solved as well." Luqman avoided talking about his hidden doubts and spoke


    with a previously unseen, solemn gaze.


    "There''s something wrong with the petrochemical factory. I believe you''ve already noticed it.


    Otherwise, you wouldn''t have given up." Luqman gave a meaningful smile. "Have you thought about


    what the problem might be?"


    He asked indifferently. The light in his eyes was somewhat unreadable.


    Hansen''s heart sank. At this point, he wanted to stand up and leave, because he knew that he


    should not be knowing about the shady things that went on behind the scenes. The more he knew,


    the worse it was for him. He knew it instinctively, even though no one told him.


    However, since he was there, he could not leave. Luqman had purposelye here to warn him.


    Evidently, the incident at the petrochemical factory had something to do with Yadriel.


    They were political enemies and would definitely sabotage each other. If the Richards Group was


    involved for internal benefits, they were likely to end up as cannon fodder. Old Master Richard''s


    advice was still fresh in his mind. If he colluded with these dangerous political figures, the


    consequences would be too severe for him to bear.


    However, now...


    He stood up and said in both stiff and indifferent manner, "Mr. Wood, what could go wrong with such


    a tiny petrochemical factory? Even if there is a problem, I''m not interested. Sorry, but it''s gettingte


    and I still have something to do at home. I have to go."


    After that, he walked past him and was ready to leave.