Qin Yi returned home without taking off his coat and shoes. He strode to the desk and sat down heavily.

He casually pulled out a piece of white paper and looked at the blank space in silence.

I sat like this for several hours until dawn, when the sun peeked above the horizon and spilled into the room through the window.

Qin Yi took a deep breath, picked up the pen with a solemn expression, and wrote a line of words on the paper.

After writing and drawing on the paper for an hour, Qin Yi threw away the pen in his hand, picked up the paper and lit it with a lighter.

The tiny flames quickly devoured the paper full of words, and the ashes scattered into pieces.

Qin Yi watched the paper burn away bit by bit, swept the remaining ashes into the trash can, and picked up his phone.

"Awen, are you up?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.

"You just got up, why did you miss me?" Ruan Wen asked with a smile as he yawned.

"Are you still used to it in the mainland?"

"It's okay. It's very boring without you to accompany me."

"Then you fly back to Hong Kong Island to see me on the weekend. The transportation is so developed now that we can meet at any time." Qin Yi chuckled, "By the way, what are Uncle Xin and the others doing recently?"

"They traveled around the world some time ago, and now they are squatting in Siam sunbathing."

"Have you lost your skills?"

"How could it be lost? They are so bored now that they study how to make the real thing every day." Ruan Wen suddenly became more energetic and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ask them to come over. I have something to do with them."

"I'll call them shortly."

After Qin Yi hung up the phone, he showed a strange smile, stood up and went out.

…

Inside the teahouse, the sound of chirping birds could be heard one after another.

The exquisite birdcages are neatly arranged in a row and hung on the beams.

The owners of the birds were sitting leisurely on chairs, sipping tea and chatting with old friends in the neighborhood.

In the private room on the second floor, a handsome young man was humming a song and reading a newspaper.

While watching the news, I poured myself some tea.

It was breakfast time at this time, and the teahouse was bustling with people, customers coming and going, and it was noisy.

A middle-aged man with a wretched face got into the teahouse and looked around in panic and vigilance, as if he was being chased.

He glanced around with bloodshot eyes, ran up to the second floor in a panic, and poked his head around to look around.

The waiter carrying the teapot took one look at this man and felt that he was sneaky and not a good person, so he stepped forward and asked: "Sir, do you want some tea?"

"Ah!" The middle-aged man seemed startled and a little annoyed, "No, go away, don't bother me."

"So are you looking for someone?" the waiter asked.

"Of course I have to find someone, otherwise I would come to this wretched place? The waiters are so incompetent." The middle-aged man glared at the waiter and scolded him unhappily, "Is there anyone in box number nine?"

"Yes, sir..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking, he was impatiently interrupted by a middle-aged man, "Is it someone named Wang?"

"Uh, yes..."

The middle-aged man pushed the waiter away, walked quickly into Box No. 9, and looked the young man up and down.

"Are you King Pete?"

"Oh, are you Mr. Huang Jiakang?" King Peter stood up with a smile, "Please sit down, what would you like to drink?"

Huang Jiakang sat down on the chair opposite and said impatiently, "I'm not here to drink tea. Let's talk about something quickly. Have you brought the money?"

King Peter smiled slightly and poured a cup of tea slowly, "Mr. Huang, we are just having a preliminary discussion today, and we are not planning to close a deal right away."

"Then do you want it or not?" Huang Jiakang asked a little anxiously, surprised and angry, "Why don't you keep your word? Didn't you agree to it?"

"Mr. Huang, we just said that we could consider it, but we didn't say that we must accept your goods. Did you misunderstand something?" King Peter said calmly.

"If you don't want to buy it, you should have said it earlier! It's a waste of time! Go to the street!" Huang Jiakang stood up angrily and cursed, "I told you that if you miss this opportunity, it will be gone. It's because you are blind, and you deserve to be unable to make a fortune."

"I don't know how many people rushed to buy it when I walked out of this door. I only agreed to discuss business with you because of the face of the man named Wan. You are so long-winded and you don't show sincerity at first glance. I will buy it for someone else.

"

Huang Jiakang was talking, but his steps didn't move, as if he had taken root.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on King Peter's lips, "Mr. Huang, you don't seem to know anything about the financial securities business. No one is interested in the bonds in your hands except us. They are just a pile of waste paper."

Huang Jiakang became anxious at once, "Poujie, what are you talking about? You, these are all Imperial Royal Bonds, they are very valuable! There are more than one billion! My brother bought these with real money!"

"Mr. Huang, these bonds were originally bonds from one year ago and have expired in theory. However, the Korean government cannot come up with the money at all, so they can only postpone these bonds." Peter Wang said coldly, "Specific details

There is no date for redemption, and whether it can be redeemed is a question. The Chinese government has a precedent in this regard."

Huang Jiakang's face turned blue and white, and he snorted coldly: "The country promised to pay interest every year."

"These are registered bonds, Mr. Huang. The name written on them is your brother Huang Jiatai, not you Huang Jiakang." King Peter sneered, "You won't get a penny, this is just a piece of waste paper."

"If you want to sell it to someone else, please do so. I won't give it away."

"You..." Huang Jiakang was angry and anxious, his face flushed, and his hands and feet were shaking with excitement, "Don't bully others too much. How much money can you offer?"

King Peter picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said with a smile, "1%"

"1%!!!" Huang Jiakang was furious, "You are more ruthless than Ghost Lao!"

"Go slowly, don't send me away!"

"10%!" Huang Jiakang gritted his teeth and stretched out a finger, "It can't be less than this."

"Then you can keep it for yourself to wipe your ass."

"7%!"

"Burn it, that thing is of no use."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "5% is enough for the head office!" Huang Jiakang stamped his feet anxiously, "3%!"

"1% is just the lowest price."

"2%." Huang Jiakang took out a stack of bonds, "If it's any less, I'll throw it away."

"1.5%" Peter Wang Dandan said, "If you agree, we will pay in cash."

"Deal!" Huang Jiakang agreed immediately, fearing that the other party would regret it, "Where's the money? Where is it?"

"Follow me, I'll take you to get the money." King Peter stood up, put on his sunglasses, and stepped out of the treasure chest.

Huang Jiakang followed immediately, and he was so excited that he couldn't walk unsteadily.

The two people entered a parking lot. Peter Wang walked to a black Mercedes-Benz car, opened the trunk, and took out three large travel bags.

"This is fifteen million dollars, you can count it yourself."

Huang Jiakang's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to swallow the bag in one gulp. He opened the zipper and saw that the brand-new U.S. dollars inside were neatly stacked together and exuded the fragrance of ink.

He grabbed a few stacks of banknotes, took out a few at random, looked at the watermarks against the sun, stretched out his hands and twisted them a few times before letting out a sigh of relief.

King Peter took the bond from Huang Jiakang's hand, opened it, looked at it a few times, put it in his briefcase, turned around, got in the car, and drove away.

…

"So, when will I get the money?" Richard asked somewhat unhappily.

"Jian Dazhuang said that he is urging the United States. As soon as the foundation account is unfrozen, it will be transferred to your account immediately." Qin Yi sighed, "Don't worry, he will ask someone to expedite the process. If you don't open it at a Swiss bank,

Do you have an account? I can also apply for a simple document."

"No, I have it myself." Richard refused directly and took a long drag on the cigarette. "Can you give me an accurate time?"

"Well, next month." Qin Yi thought seriously, "On the 1st of next month, the foundation has already obtained the unfreezing order from the court."

"Very good." Richard nodded, his expression finally relaxed, "This is the best news I have heard recently."

"That shows that you, bastard, have very low requirements for good news." Qin Yi looked at Richard with a smile, "Don't you want to hear another piece of good news?"

"Walter?" Richard's eyes lit up, "Is there any other good news?"

"Jian Dazhuang agreed to give it a try. He found experts from Arthur Andersen Accounting Firm in the United States. They will help us handle the funds of the deceased shareholders of the foundation." Qin Yi rubbed his hands, "That's 150 million

Ten thousand U.S. dollars."

"Fake!" Richard slapped himself hard, "Qin, you are simply an angel!"

"As soon as the account is unfrozen, they will start processing it immediately." Qin Yi said proudly, "But it will take a while."

"It doesn't matter, for this wealth, a little wait is worth it." Richard threw away the cigarette he had just taken a puff of excitedly, "I have already begun to dream about a wonderful retirement life, sunshine, beaches, beautiful women,

Champagne.”

"Well, Richard, I really can't bear to see you go." Qin Yi sighed.
To be continued...