Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1281 - 52: Honest People Don’t Do Wicked Things (Part 2)
The principle is roughly like this, to put it simply, the bank created a billion GDP without spending a single penny.
This advanced financial game rule is nothing less than a dimensional blow to local businessmen.
Wang Yunxiao doesn’t actually understand the tricks in this, so he needs to borrow a financial expert from Shen Qingxi.
Navigator Mogred, before being dug out of a trash heap in Upper City and restored by the Mechanical God Sect, was a high-end model home maid, serving as a music teacher in the home of a big merchant in Lanton, United Kingdom.
Her mechanical brain can unravel these complicated things, arranging them in plain language before Wang Yunxiao.
"These business transactions between companies require layers of approval; a single issue in one part can’t affect the big picture."
Yan Yu’an understood what Wang Yunxiao wanted to express but still disagreed.
"If only relying on layers of approval can ensure no problems, then anyone who opens a company can make money, and there wouldn’t be so many cases of commercial fraud and investment bankruptcy."
Wang Yunxiao laughed, "Suppose... I just suppose, if someone at the bank colludes with Party A’s company and changes the acquisition contract, transferring the funds meant for acquiring a factory to another company and acquiring a shell company..."
"A bank acceptance bill is just a piece of paper; the bank can deny it. The money is still in the bank; you can’t take it out."
"If all the procedures are legal and compliant, why shouldn’t they admit it? If they don’t admit it, then sue them. Doing business has gains and losses; you can’t simply deny it when you lose money, flip the table, and act rogue. Wouldn’t that disrupt the bigger picture?"
Yan Yu’an looked at Wang Yunxiao, then at Shen Qingxi, who was sitting beside them, smiling silently, and after a moment of silence, nodded and said, "It sounds good, but if you want to play this game properly, you’ll need to find another person."
"Who?"
"Cheng Xuefei."
Wang Yunxiao slapped his thigh, indeed you!
He’s just a warrior good at fighting; when it comes to scheming, he can’t match even one-tenth of Yan Yu’an.
He immediately grasped the crux of the issue.
"What is Cheng Xuefei doing now?"
"Oh, she seems to be a manager in some department under the Tianhua company, and incidentally dating the company’s chairman’s youngest son."
Wang Yunxiao: "..."
Has the Eldest Miss Cheng formed some kind of path dependency?
Once he thought Cheng Xuefei had a love-obsessed brain, but now he realizes she’s specialized in this business.
Her fiancés are disposable; she plays with men like they are toys.
"Will she agree?"
"I’ll call and ask."
Yan Yu’an isn’t too sure, mainly because Cheng Xuefei isn’t in his system.
A woman who occasionally appears in a crucial position might be coincidental.
But if she appears in key positions every time, even a fool would know something’s off with her.
Three hours later, Cheng Xuefei, dressed in luxurious brands with her hair styled in fashionable big waves, sat in front of the three of them.
"I’m in the second advancement now!"
Advisor Outer Path Flower Amidst Guests, second advance—Official Traveler.
If Cheng Xuefei hadn’t said it herself, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t tell the difference between her and ordinary people at all.
Wang Yunxiao had experienced the ability of Flower Amidst Guests; this Dharma Gate is particularly sinister, staying hidden in the background and instigating secretly, and without stepping out in front of other cultivators from other Dharma Gates, nobody notices her presence.
Official Traveler is on the same level as Blood Slaughter in the hierarchy of Heretical Dharma Gates. Considering his power level after advancing, Wang Yunxiao would certainly not underestimate this Eldest Miss Cheng.
"You’d rather ask these outsiders for help and not come to me. I’m heartbroken; you said we would always be good friends."
Cheng Xuefei stared at Shen Qingxi, her face full of melancholy.
Shen Qingxi coughed gently, "Wasn’t it because I didn’t think of you? You know I have always been pure-minded..."
"One million."
"What?"
"I’ll help you bring down Tianhua company, but the company’s assets must give me at least one million. The rest I don’t care about."
Cheng Xuefei smiled slightly, "Since we’re not talking about emotions, let’s talk about money then."
"You have quite a big mouth."
Shen Qingxi shook her head and sighed, "It’s not like I’m short of money. Do this deal well, and you can take as much as you want."
Cheng Xuefei turned to look at Yan Yu’an and Wang Yunxiao.
"I’m a public servant."
Yan Yu’an said without changing his expression, "Just helping friends with a little favor, no need to mention money."
At customs, he never lacked money, only work achievements.
Wang Yunxiao hesitated for a moment on his side.
Although he is leading this plan, he really doesn’t want to take too much money from it.
Firstly, it’s unnecessary; secondly, it’s hard to launder.
Behind Shen Qingxi stands the Special Service Bureau, and Cheng Xuefei has the Secretary Bureau.
Even if he gets the money, he could only hand it to Principal Zhou, a beast that only eats and doesn’t defecate.
Taking money from Principal Zhou for honest work is fine, but he doesn’t have any honest work to do.
On the Navy’s side, there’s nowhere to spend money.
Whatever he wants, just stuff the cannon down the Foreigners’ throats.
But his former juniors have all settled down now; he can’t let them work for free.
"Can the Cheng family swallow Tianhua?"
Thinking of this, Wang Yunxiao directly asked Cheng Xuefei, "As far as I know, Tianhua company’s assets should be at least a few million, right?"
"More than a few million."
Cheng Xuefei smiled, "As long as the company can operate normally, nothing else matters."
Oh, so as long as you can be the county magistrate’s wife, it doesn’t matter who the magistrate is?
Wang Yunxiao understood Cheng Xuefei’s implied meaning and decisively nodded, "I’m just getting some pocket money, the rest is yours."
He’s not acting generous; it’s just that Cheng Xuefei has a lot of room to play.
Of course, even if Eldest Miss Cheng didn’t have any special status, just a silly sweetheart, Wang Yunxiao would trust her ability to bring misfortune to her husband totally.
Cheng Xuefei laughed, "Don’t do this, guys; this big burden on me is something I can’t bear. By the way, I heard Poison Dragon Hall got involved in a murder case?"
Shen Qingxi nodded, "They killed three shareholders, threw the heads here, trying to intimidate me."
"That makes it much easier."
The existence of game rules is to allow everyone to sit down and play peacefully.
Long Xiaotian seems to think Shen Qingxi is an inexperienced young miss, thinking bloody heads would scare the pee out of her.
Yet he doesn’t know what it costs to break this baseline.
Good people get bullied.
But what if someone is not good?
The next morning, Wang Yunxiao, dressed in a black suit with sunglasses, swapped his old rifle for a new one, carrying a briefcase and crossed the street to the Pacific Bank branch, presented his freshly customized business card with still wet ink.
"I want to see your Manager Li."
The front desk manager looked at the business card that said "Chairman Wang Bala of the Cosmic Longevity With eternal Group Corporation" and his expression subtly changed.
Buddy, are you joking with me?
Yeah, what’s the problem?
Wang Yunxiao had a serious face.
The words came to his lips, and the manager blinked, seemingly understood and nodded, "Ah, so it’s President Wang. I’ve heard a lot about you. Manager Li is in the office. I’ll take you there right now!"
The staff in the lobby looked at each other; none knew where this young handsome President Wang came out from.
Of course, they didn’t notice, or rather didn’t see, the fashionable young woman trailing behind President Wang as he walked up the stairs.
At the same time, accompanied by a melodious whistle, a cruise ship slowly docked at the port pier.
This cruise ship originally departed from Xiangjiang, and did not stop at Penglai in between. But for someone who wants to board, this wouldn’t be a problem.
Li Mumu rubbed his hands, pulling his neck into the collar of the white mink coat.
So cold.
Returning one day early was a spur-of-the-moment decision, not intended for any spot-checking.
What’s there to check anyway? When did that Wang ever lack women around him? Even when locked in the Naval Academy, someone would wash his underwear.
I just want to give him a surprise.
