"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I’m Qi Kai..."
"Let’s cut to the chase. I’ll buy what you have, and Manager Chen should have already discussed the price with you, right?"
The young man addressed as Mr. Zhou waved his hand, cutting Qi Kai off, and got straight to the point.
Qi Kai was momentarily stunned, but quickly responded, "Yes, Manager Chen said you could offer forty million..."
"Yes, forty million, not a penny less, not a penny more."
"Alright, forty million it is!"
Qi Kai, who initially wanted to see if he could get a higher price, was stopped before he could say anything. After a brief hesitation, he nodded and agreed.
"I’ll give you twenty million upfront, and the remaining twenty million after I verify that what you have is in order. The transaction will go through the club... does that work?"
"Uh... okay."
Before Qi Kai could fully comprehend what had just happened, Manager Chen had already taken the file folder from his hands and placed it on the table, then pulled him along to leave.
Back at the entrance to the VIP passage, Manager Chen shook his head and said, "Old Qi, I know I can’t hold you back, but I still want to advise you to step back while you can. There are better things to do with these millions..."
However, Qi Kai wasn’t really listening. Once he processed what was happening, he was overjoyed, "Manager Chen, I... I can go in again?"
"Yes, although Mr. Zhou hasn’t paid yet, our club can front you the twenty million. Deducting your previous balance, you now have a credit of twelve million to use... President Qi, good luck."
Seeing that Qi Kai remained as obsessed as ever and having seen similar situations many times, Manager Chen didn’t try to persuade him further, simply saying it with a blank expression.
Qi Kai had no time to ponder Mr. Zhou’s identity further, and joyously walked into the corridor marked VIP passage, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
...
On the other side, Zhou Wang weighed the thick file folder in his hand, lost in thought.
Guo Bing, unable to hold back, spoke up, "Uncle, even though the club has checked it for you, this is still too rash, isn’t it? Forty million, for two rundown factories and a ten-year-old villa, and who knows what that pile of medicine is for... You’re not just being generous because he’s a fellow countryman, are you?"
"You don’t understand... I won’t lose money."
Zhou Wang just shook his head and smiled without further explanation.
He didn’t know what the "golden glow" around Qi Kai represented, but there had to be a reason. The fact was that the golden glow had now transferred to the file folder in Zhou Wang’s hand.
He also didn’t know what use these seemingly unimpressive assets were, even though they had cost him forty million big money...
For Zhou Wang, who wasn’t flush with cash, forty million was not a small amount. However... he believed the system wouldn’t target nothing. He just hadn’t figured out the purpose of these things yet.
In short, the chances of wasting money were slim.
As for Guo Bing and Qiu Yao’s misunderstanding, Zhou Wang felt no obligation to explain.
Seeing that it was about time, Zhou Wang handed the file folder to Xiao Ai, who was waiting by his side, to keep it for him. Then he stretched and stood up.
"Let’s go, Ah Bing, back to the room. I feel like playing some games!"
Content and satiated, Zhou Wang felt somewhat restless at the thought of the two goddesses possibly napping comfortably on the bed in the suite.
Even though he had already tasted freshness, the thought of one being tender and the other being soft still left an endless aftertaste...
Anyway, this indulgence was just occasional and carried no moral burden, so Zhou Wang planned to indulge to his heart’s content.
"What game? Let’s play together?"
Guo Bing, hearing Zhou Wang wanted to play games, eagerly asked.
"...Forget playing together, I’m a bit of a clean freak."
"No, Brother Dog, what game are you talking about that relates to being a clean freak?"
"Stacking kids."
"Huh?"
Guo Bing was completely baffled.