Chapter 234 Exposed
Sister Mei urged, "Hey? Do you want one?"
He Sang shuddered and came to his senses, "I don't want US dollars anymore."
Back in the second-floor lobby, Liang Jishen and the manager were negotiating over whether to use the secretary's ID card to sign the contract. Signing in person would be too much trouble and inconvenient. The manager disagreed, stating that the bank required the signature of the company's legal representative, and that confidentiality would be maintained.
She walked over and Liang Jishen looked at her, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem. The money house collects over four million in interest a day, and the safe is the same as a small bank."
The manager laughed and said, "In the north, we are the largest underground bank. Even if the bank goes bankrupt, we will not go bankrupt."
Liang Jishen quietly set a trap, "40% annual interest rate, my secretary will sign the contract, do you want to negotiate?"
The manager refused on the spot, "How can this be illegal? 35.98% is the upper limit, we are operating legally."
"I'll go back to the company and discuss it with Mr. Qiu." Liang Jishen stood up and took the manager's business card. "I'll contact you later."
The manager and Sister Mei sent me to the stairs but didn't go down.
There were many customers buying tea on the first floor, and many men in suits and ties were walking hurriedly to the second floor.
This bank is quite famous in this city.
As soon as he left the room, He Sang came to ask for credit, "Did I perform well?"
Liang Jishen put his arm around her waist, his shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows, as solid as a wall of iron, "Not bad."
"Sister Mei is very shrewd!" He Sang complained. "If it weren't for me, anyone else would have been exposed."
"Really?" He tilted his head, unable to stop smiling, "Are you so amazing?"
Liang Jishen glanced at a van passing by and saw someone in the car with the passenger seat folded flat.
He changed the subject, "Are you hungry? Mrs. Qiu made seafood porridge, perfect for when we get home."
"Mr. Qiu has gastroenteritis. Can he eat seafood?"
Liang Jishen leaned over, kissed her lips, and whispered, "I made this especially for you. You've worked hard in acting."
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There is a huge calligraphy hanging opposite the office. The scroll is very long and wide. When you open the scroll, a door comes into view.
The room was square, with the curtains drawn tightly, and only furnished with tables, chairs and a folding bed. The space was dim and compact.
The thin man leaned back in his chair, his knuckles as slender as porcelain white, flipping through the account book.
The manager locked the door and said, "Boss, I've done what you ordered."
He put down the account book, revealing a fairer face, with bright eyebrows, a narrow and straight nose, a jaw that was not sharp, and the depth of the lines was just right.
It was probably because of the heat, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the man's forehead, which he wiped carelessly. "Is his acting any good?"
"Excellent performance," the manager commented. "The Third Young Master is worthy of being a frontline undercover agent. He remained calm in the face of danger and displayed remarkable demeanor. Fortunately, you anticipated his coming personally, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to identify him."
"That's fine." Liang Chihui threw away the tissue. "Although the bank has crossed the line, it's not illegal. There's nothing the Third Brother can do."
"Ms. He also performed well."
Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows and smiled, his tone gentle, "Have you fooled others?"
"Anyway, Sister Mei believes her." The manager praised her endlessly, "The Third Young Master is a good judge of people."
Liang Chihui pressed his hands on the glass and looked down. The western suburbs were secluded with open spaces everywhere. It was afternoon, and the sunlight enveloped the backs of a man and a woman, which was very beautiful.
He Sang was so immersed in the role that he became addicted to acting.
She was swaying gracefully with her arm around Liang Jishen's. Before getting into the car, she suddenly changed direction and faced the teahouse, making a lot of noise, as if she noticed someone was watching her on the second floor.
"You're mortgaging my house? In three years, you've only given me one!" He Sang's voice was loud and unclear. "If you sell it, what will I have left?"
"I'll buy it for you later." Liang Jishen pulled her.
"Why don't you mortgage the house you and your ex-wife bought when you got married? Are you still in love with her?"
Liang Chihui laughed muffledly.
Being used to her generous and decent self, her naughty side was quite pungent.
Fortunately, the third brother can bear it and endure it.
If he faced this girl, he would most likely be unable to hold back his laughter.
He Sang was actually timid at the beginning. He was young and inexperienced, and he was new to the upper class circle, so he was inevitably green.
The third brother has trained her a lot.
Now she has some aura. She can be coquettish when she needs to be, and can cooperate and not lag behind when she needs to be independent and sensible.
When a man is having smooth sailing, she is his gentle companion; when a man is in trouble, she is his solid support.
Such women are the most lovable.
The manager asked, "The people in the van are responsible for surveillance. Should we withdraw?"
"Let's retreat."
Liang Chihui glanced at the balcony on the left. Brother Wei was holding a telescope and aiming at the parking lot.
Playing this trick in front of the third brother is really like showing off one's skills in front of an amateur.
No wonder He Sang acted out another scene.
Money houses have a rule that they will secretly monitor customers after they leave to see if there are any ambushes around, such as loan shark gangs, whose interest rates are over 45%. Underground money houses have low interest rates, which have taken away their jobs. Liang Chihui had made enemies with such gangs in other provinces.
For example, the client has a powerful background and plans to rob the gangsters, so he hires a group of gangsters to smash and destroy things, and swallow up the money with interest.
Especially for new customers, the money house will send people to track them 24 hours a day so that if they run away, they can be recovered in time.
This time, Liang Chihui only told the manager the truth, not the employees, to avoid panic among the people in the bank. Even Brother Wei and Sister Mei didn't know Liang Jishen was here to find out the details.
"The third one found out."
The manager stepped forward and said, "Weizi hid very well. So many customers didn't notice her. The Third Young Master's anti-detection ability is indeed well-deserved." He paused for a second and asked, "Is Miss He the girl who performed in the play that Mr. Ni mentioned?"
Liang Chihui's face was calm, revealing a sinister chill. "Does Ni Hong like to talk about me behind my back?"
The manager shuddered, realizing he had slipped up. "Ms. Ni likes you, and everyone in the bank knows it. She means no harm..."
He sat back in his chair and asked, "What did Ni Hong say about her?"
"You say you are well-informed, but you may fall into the hands of that girl."
Liang Chihui absentmindedly tapped the corner of the table until the sound of a car starting up could be heard outside the window. He picked up the account book again and said, "You can go out."
The manager turned around and stopped again. "Boss, isn't it good for the bank to be peaceful? Why did you want to expose yourself?"
"I have my own reasons." He turned a page in the account book. "How long have you been with me?"
"Three and a half years."
"Haven't you been pursuing Ni Hong?" Liang Chihui raised his eyelids and looked at the manager.
The manager's ears flushed red with embarrassment. "I...I'm not worthy of Mr. Ni."
"After you're busy for the past half month, I'll help you create opportunities."
The manager was stunned. "Half a month?"
Liang Chihui was calm and composed. "Something big will happen within half a month." A smile spread across his lips. "Good news."
The manager didn't ask any more questions. He knew Liang Chihui's personality. If he didn't want to talk, he would remain silent even if all the ten cruel tortures of the Qing Dynasty were used on him.
Liang Chihui has delicate skin and tender flesh, but his bones are not soft, but very hard.
The plainclothes officer drove out of the boulevard in the western suburbs and breathed a sigh of relief. "That was a close call! My ID and police ID were in the same wallet. When the manager asked for my ID, I broke out in a cold sweat."
He Sang lay in Liang Jishen's arms. She felt sleepy as soon as she got on the car. Mr. Qiu's manor was in the eastern suburbs and the bank was in the western suburbs, more than 70 kilometers apart. She also slept on the way here.
Liang Jishen held her in his arms, and occasionally when they went over a slope and bumped a little, he would support her hips to reduce inertia and make her feel more stable.
"There's nothing to worry about. The other party knows exactly who we are."
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