"I'll do whatever you say. I really have no idea what to do right now."

"Well, the bank loans are secured, so let them collect them. The investors' money must be returned; it's only 100 million, I don't think it'll be a problem. As for those unlucky guys, a little compensation will suffice..."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly and deliberately, yet his sharp wit was undeniable.

This swift and decisive action was chilling to hear.

In this way, although it may seem like a desperate measure, it can quell the incident as quickly as possible, and Zhao Sihai's losses can be minimized.

But this is cutting off his flesh.

As a result, his decades of business in Tianjin were almost wiped out.

He hesitated and said, "Can't you lend a hand with things in Hong Kong? I only need to get half back."

"It's not going to work out. The contract may have problems, but they're within reasonable limits. Besides, the person involved isn't you; it's a fraudster. You should just give up."

The middle-aged man shook his head, dispelling Zhao Sihai's last hope.

After saying that, he patted Zhao Sihai on the shoulder and slowly stood up.

"The real estate market in Beijing is changing rapidly; it's the perfect time to make big money. If you're determined, bring your money, and you'll definitely be able to get back on your feet."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sihai's eyes showed gratitude, struggle, and hesitation.

The person in front of him possessed unimaginable power; he was not someone the man could easily handle.

But it seems he has no good way out now.

To be a fish that comes ashore, or to be someone's dog—that is a question worth pondering.

The middle-aged man didn't linger, talking as he walked.

"Within half a month at most, Tianjin will definitely take action. We cannot afford to lose in May. Think it over carefully. You should understand the principle of 'as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood.'"