Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Have you ever seen someone write an IOU for their betrothal gift?
No one can describe how confused Zhou Xubai is right now.
He has had a crush on Su Ting since high school and still does.
The surging emotions are still in my heart.
So when this feeling became too heavy, he still hoped that Su Ting could find his own happiness in the end.
But if this person is Ye Xiuming, then Su Ting is indeed too inconsiderate.
"I will pretend that what happened between you two never happened, and it must never happen. Even if you signed a contract, it won't stop others from making a fuss about it." Zhou Xubai sat steadily on the sofa, expressionless, as if as long as he kept repeating it endlessly, the matter would no longer exist.
"I need to write a disclosure announcement now. Xiaoye, can you help me find some templates?"
Not only did Ye Xiuming help him with the manuscript all night, he also contacted the trust manager the next day and made an appointment to meet in a cafe, hoping to withdraw all the money in the trust.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye originally set a maximum withdrawal limit of 200 million yuan for the trust funds. If you withdraw any of this, the trust will automatically terminate. This means you will never be able to withdraw a single cent from now on."
"So, I can only withdraw 200 million?"
The trust manager's expression remained gloomy. "I'm fine with that, but...did something happen to you?"
"Anything that can be solved with money is not a big deal." Ye Xiuming knew very well that this was just a small experience and there was no need to worry too much about money.
The trust manager was shocked. "You're really open-minded, but do you know how strict the anti-spending clause that Mr. Ye gave you is? If you withdraw 200 million at once, you will lose your inheritance rights to the Ye family."
Ye Xiuming knew what this meant, it meant that his mother would be very busy at that time.
Ye Xiuming: "It's okay, just go and do it."
"You need to think it over carefully."
"I don't have to think about it."
"Okay, but such a large amount of money will definitely require an anti-money laundering and counter-terrorist financing investigation. It's expected to arrive in your account in about a week."
Ye Xiuming said "hmm", lowered his baseball cap, and left the cafe.
The trust manager looked at his tall back, shook his head slightly, and called the mysterious number on his mobile phone.
That person was Ye Huaian's lawyer and he could often pass him various information.
So, on the day before Ye Xiuming's birthday, Ye Huaian learned that he was not detained by Zheng Li, and he almost cried with joy in prison.
After he finished crying, he began to analyze the situation clearly.
Ye Huaian could no longer tolerate Zheng Li's dangerous activities outside, and he could not let Ye Xiuming fall into danger again.
There are several crooked willow trees growing in the yard, without any leaves, and they always look bleak.
While taking a walk after lunch, Ye Huaian said to the prison guard, "Call the people from the procuratorate over here. I have something to tell them."
Seeing that he was finally about to give in, several prosecutors rushed over without stopping. Ye Huaian sat at the interrogation table and laughed: "Can you promise me a few things? Otherwise, I won't say anything."
The prosecutors looked at each other and finally agreed.
"I've already been in prison for five years. If I'm sentenced later, it can't exceed these five years. In other words, once I tell the truth, you have to let me go."
"Is it related to Zheng Li?"
"right."
“We try our best.”
Ye Huaian spoke slowly, recounting Zheng Li's years of corruption, bribery, illegal appropriation, and gang-related murders, all while aggressively taking on numerous projects. "His methods were brutal, unscrupulous, and outrageous. Several innocent people have been tragically murdered by him. I'll give you their names later. You can send someone to investigate. Several bodies are buried in the southeast corner of the 18th floor of the Yupai Building."
In this way, it makes sense why Ye Huaian once sought refuge from the police.
If you ride with a wild beast, be prepared to be devoured.
But his wife and children were away and under control, so he couldn't honestly tell the truth about Zheng Li's guilt, and in the end he missed out on so many years.
At the same time, as soon as Feihe released the announcement in the morning, the stock price fell to the limit within a few minutes. Zhou Xubai looked at the hundreds of thousands of shares listed by the sellers, and looked at the delisting time with a gloomy brow, knowing that Su Ting would face the limit for several working days.
Until three o'clock in the afternoon, there was no sign of a rebound.
That line solidified on the floor.
Zhou Xubai took a positive view of the situation: "No one stopped you from working, no one gave you a maximum fine, and no one withdrew your market share, so it's not too bad."
The CFO poured cold water on the situation at the small meeting: "Mr. Zhou, given the current situation, we should voluntarily halt operations. The balance sheet is truly dismal. You should know that if the financial indicators don't meet the standards, we will be delisted."
Su Ting: "But stopping the work would mean I have something to hide, tacitly admitting that the construction site poses a cancer risk."
Zhou Xubai nodded and said to the CFO, "That's true. The media always wants to stir up trouble."
"Then what should we do? If we cash out at the current stock price, we will suffer a huge loss," said the CFO.
At this moment, Ye Xiuming's voice appeared, carrying a chilling chill. He said in a firm tone, "The project in the western suburbs cannot be stopped. I have a way to raise funds."
When Su Ting saw him arriving, his eyes turned red, as if his luck had run out and only Ye Xiuming was left.
Zhou Xubai disagreed with Ye Xiuming's proposal: "Your father and I can't take your money. Your father is still in prison and we don't know when he will be released. That's the money you need to make a living."
Ye Xiuming said, "Just give me something to eat. I don't ask for much, just meat."
Immediately, Su Ting knocked on his desk and said, "Let Xiuming and I be alone for a while."
Even though Zhou Xubai disagreed a lot in his heart, he couldn't persuade Su Ting and left in disappointment.
In the huge office, only Su Ting and Ye Xiuming were left.
The office was minimalist, with a dark hue, save for the white sofas for guests. Su Ting wore a snug-fitting black suit that accentuated his tall, straight figure. A sliver of his white shirt peeked through his sleeves, making him appear even more elegant and refined.
Ye Xiuming directly carried Su Ting upright to the sofa. Fortunately, Su Ting had given up struggling long ago, so he let him hold him. He turned into a beautiful zombie without the ability to think.
Su Ting could roughly guess the value of Ye Xiuming's trust, and knew that the money could solve the urgent problem, but would it have any impact on Ye Xiuming?
Ye Xiuming concealed the part about the inheritance he could not inherit, and only told Su Ting: "Two hundred million is just a small part of the trust. I will not be affected if I give it to you."
Su Ting: "Are you sure?"
"Did I lie to you, little dad?"
"You've lied a lot." Su Ting tapped Ye Xiuming's arm. "Does it hurt?"
Ye Xiuming suddenly approached him, and the hoodstring of his black sweatshirt dangled against Su Ting's cheek. Su Ting felt annoyed and pulled his hand aside. This action seemed to mean to pull Ye Xiuming over, and Ye Xiuming also took the opportunity to put his face close to Su Ting, with almost no distance between them.
Ye Xiuming said, "This is the first crisis we've gone through together. Please trust me this time."
Su Ting immediately corrected him: "We are not together..."
Ye Xiuming nudged Su Ting's nose with his and said, "You accepted me when my background was unknown. Consider it your repayment."
But even if Su Ting used the money, he should pay it back. He didn't want to owe Ye Xiuming anything.
"I'll write you an IOU, guaranteeing it with the reputation of Su Ting and Feihe."
Ye Xiuming smiled and said, "Don't hit me, little dad. Have you ever seen someone write an IOU for their betrothal gift?"
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