Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 537 - 244: 2014, It’s My Time, Han Lie!

In the Chinese restaurant upstairs, Director Huang had prepared a private room specifically to entertain today’s important guests.

If Han Lie were only a lecturer, he wouldn’t even be qualified to be invited.

However, as the client of a 2.5 billion managed project, Han Lie had even become the most prominent guest.

"Come, come, Teacher Han, let me introduce you to everyone!"

Director Huang was extremely enthusiastic, pulling Han Lie along to introduce him to each person in turn.

Head of the Head Office’s Asset Custody Department, Head of the Head Office’s Private Banking Department, Director of the Head Office’s Strategy Development Department, Deputy General Manager of Jun’an, Deputy Director of the Jun’an Research Institute, Deputy General Manager of Magic Capital City Investment...

Goodness, they all had administrative ranks, and high ones at that.

Brother Lie didn’t feel any particular pressure, but dealing with this crowd was indeed quite draining.

Luckily, there was no actual business today; eating, drinking, and shooting the breeze, two hours passed by quickly.

Director Huang was very cautious, not letting slip even the slightest hint.

But Tang Xintian asked a question, "When will Teacher Han’s private equity be ready? Is the quota really that tight?"

"Two or three months. The record filing needs time to go through the procedures."

Tang Xintian nodded, raising her glass for a toast. "I hope there will be a chance for cooperation then."

Han Lie, with one hand on his glass, tapped his fingertips lightly against the rim, a faint smile on his lips as he asked in return, "Are you sounding me out on behalf of Director Huang?"

"Uh..."

Tang Xintian froze.

Brother Lie paid no attention to her reaction and went on, "If you want to get in on it yourself, there’s always quota for under five million."

Meaning, if it was over five million, or if it wasn’t her wanting to get in, then it was a non-starter.

This young brat is so hard to deal with!

Tang Xintian inwardly grumbled but no longer dared to treat Han Lie as merely a technical expert. She straightforwardly acknowledged, "Correct! I’m not the one who wants it.

"How much quota could I use for myself?

If I emptied out all my parents’ savings, it wouldn’t even add up to a million; the money to support my studies abroad was spent long ago."

Tang Xintian, with surprising frankness, began to spill everything.

"Mainly, it’s Uncle Huang and a few other uncles who want in. They’ve been working for a long time and have some spare funds. Together, they should be able to scrape together quite a bit of cash.

It’s a significant matter. Everyone has to think it over carefully, so we didn’t rush to talk to you. It’s not that we don’t trust you..."

In reality, it was simply a lack of sufficient trust.

The reason Director Huang hadn’t brought it up himself was undoubtedly because he wanted to observe further and continue to verify Han Lie’s true capabilities.

Old foxes, after all, are cautious their whole lives, preferring to earn less rather than make a misjudgment.

Conveniently, Han Lie had made a definitive call on the future market today; whether he was accurate or not would be clear in a few days.

So, Director Huang had Tang Xintian probe Han Lie’s intentions beforehand, ready to seize any opportunity.

If he was validated, they would strike with full force. If he was proven wrong, they would pretend this conversation never happened. Either way, they were poised to win.

Han Lie understood their caution, but he didn’t like it.

Tang Xintian’s probing wasn’t offensive, but as the one holding the initiative, Brother Lie had the right to be unreasonable.

"Who trusts me and who doesn’t is utterly unimportant. There’s only so much quota left anyway. Now it’s one price, next week it’ll be another. Take it or leave it; only the willing will take the bait."

Han Lie glanced at her, lowered his head to pick at his food, and casually threw another barb her way.

"Tangtang, your quota isn’t necessarily yours to claim. If I give it to you, you have it. If I don’t, you can’t buy it even with money. You’d be better off not getting too involved and instead focusing on figuring out where to scrape together those five million."

Tang Xintian’s expression cooled.

Her pretty face frosted over, her eyes sharp as knives, exuding an imposing aura even without visible anger.

"Teacher Han, you don’t really think I’m lacking that five million, do you? There are plenty of people who want to give me money. As for you, well, you might not even make the front of the line..."

"Allow me to correct you on a few points—"

Han Lie looked at her with a smile, proactively raising his glass.

"First, it’s not five million, but at least fifteen million. Second, no matter how much money others give you, how much of it can you truly spend openly and legitimately? Third, you are you, and Huang Xing is Huang Xing. Shall we drink to that?"

Tang Xintian stared fixedly at the cocky man for at least three seconds, then suddenly her face broke into a smile, and she clinked glasses with him.

"I’ll finish mine. You drink as you please. Thank you for your candor!"

Damn... impressive... This woman’s emotional control is truly off the charts...

Truth be told, whether it was five million or fifteen million, Tang Xintian wasn’t lacking.

If she herself had no money or quota and went to Director Huang for help, would he possibly not assist her? Clearly impossible.

Han Lie had no intention of using that five million quota to make her submit. The first and second points were merely bluffs and a bit of a warning; the third point was the truly serious reminder.

Yet, she not only understood but also endured it. Damn, that was scary...

Interesting, quite a thrill!

So, Han Lie indeed just took a casual sip, watching her with a smile as she downed her glass.

Tang Xintian’s tolerance for alcohol was quite good. A small cup of baijiu went down without her face reddening or her heart skipping a beat. She refilled her glass and raised it again.

"Another toast to you, Teacher Han. Now, I genuinely want to learn something from you. Would you be willing to teach me?"

Han Lie leisurely took a second sip of his drink and said with a smile, "I know many things, but there are few I can teach. What did you have in mind?"

"Your genuine skills give you such a strong hand. I want to learn trading."

She was so direct; it was starting to become a little cute.

Han Lie laughed heartily, shook his head, and sighed, "Your personality really suits trading. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to train a student from scratch. Sorry, I can’t teach you."

"No rush."

She smiled as she finished her drink, her gaze fixed on the space between Han Lie’s brows, filled with a subtle excitement and a resolute determination.