Two days later, Tian Xinxin met with him in Manchester as planned. In addition to handling the vehicle transfer procedures, she also introduced him to several expert professors in the field of finance.
Thanks to her presence as an interpreter, I was able to overcome the language barrier presented by the complex technical terminology. This exchange was highly beneficial, giving me a clearer understanding of the current state and future trends of the international financial industry. In particular, I gained considerable insights into the prospects of Bitcoin, which further solidified my decision to partner with Tian Xinxin in this investment.
While dining with her, she suddenly said something that surprised her: "Uncle Guan, I've always felt that the 'beautiful woman' beside you is more than just a simple woman. Her thoughts and scheming are much deeper than her gentle appearance."
He smiled approvingly, "It was your first time meeting her, so you were just going by your feelings. She's not as complicated as you say."
She snorted softly, her eyes tinged with teasing, "The flowers are so dazzling that they dazzle the eyes. Uncle Guan, you must be so bewitched by beauty that your discernment has become impaired, right?"
He clearly agreed with her assessment. Having spent so long with Peng Xiaohui, even though they were intimate day and night, he was well aware of even the subtle birthmarks on her body. Especially in moments of intimacy, how could she possibly fake her total devotion? However, when he calmed down and connected the dots between her daily behavior—particularly since arriving in the UK, when even company executives like Li Cheng were exceptionally respectful to her—he began to waver a little.
It seems that although he thinks he has seen countless people, when it comes to women's thoughts, he is still a student after all.
These were all beside the point. The most important thing about this meeting with Tian Xinxin was discussing a joint investment in Bitcoin. They discussed operational strategies and specific plans until dusk fell, when he drove the Land Rover back to his rented apartment in Birmingham.
That night, after the storm had swept through, Wang and Peng Xiaohui embraced in bed. Their bodies still lingered with tenderness, and in the lingering warmth, they talked about the future.
She rested her head on 놖's arm and asked softly, "Have you really thought about marrying 놖?"
The words came so directly, without any prelude, that he didn't know how to respond. He could only casually reply, "Of course I did think about it, but you rejected me."
Under the warm light, her long eyelashes trembled gently. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "If we could settle down here and start a family together... would you agree?"
놖 could hear the seriousness in her words; this was no spur-of-the-moment joke. So 놖껩 became serious and whispered back, "Wherever you are, that's home for 놖. 놖놇 is fine anywhere."
A smile suddenly broke out on her face - at that moment, she was truly immersed in happiness.
The warmth of that moment was like a slight intoxication, intoxicating but ultimately dissipating with sobriety. The warmth of the moment was bought with a willful promise made without considering the consequences—but they both knew they had too much to give up. Especially for her, how could she abandon her parents, her children, her future, her career?
Since then, we have tacitly avoided bringing up this topic, as if it had never been mentioned before.
In the following days, the busy study passed quietly.
They studied and lived together like a married couple, treating each other with respect. Their love was passionate in bed, yet peaceful in their daily companionship. They gave each other ample space: occasionally, they would drive to Manchester every week to visit Xu Tong and her daughter, sometimes even staying overnight.
Occasionally, she would go out alone to meet someone. She knew in her heart that the other person was most likely Li Cheng, but she never asked. None of them wanted to upset this declared balance.
In late July, this tranquility was shattered by the impending London Olympics. Yue Mingyuan had come to the UK, ostensibly to attend the opening ceremony, but he learned from Lu Yuting that several of his major investment projects had suffered setbacks in the past six months, sparking market rumors. One theory claimed he had faced strong opposition from Shen Hexu, forcing several projects that were about to launch to be unexpectedly shelved. Another theory related the highly anticipated October event. As the power dynamic intensified, Yue Mingyuan became increasingly discreet. In short, his business empire was being gradually eroded, and his visit to the UK was essentially a game of retreat to advance.
Lu Yuting reminded her that the more delicate Yue Mingyuan's situation, the more she needed to demonstrate her solidarity with him, the more she would earn his trust and reliance—but this wasn't her real focus. Apparently, her previous recommendation to Kuang Tieying for the position of assistant county magistrate had paid off. She began proactively informing him of domestic developments.
By this point, all of Dee's attention was focused on Bitcoin. In January, Tian Xinxin bought a large position in Bitcoin at around $5 per coin. Then, a series of incidents, including the closure of the TradeHill trading platform due to compliance issues and hacker attacks on Bitcoinica and other platforms, sent the market into a state of panic, sending the price of the currency plummeting. By July 11th, Bitcoin had fallen to $4.22, leaving Dee with a 15% paper loss.
Tian Xinxin seemed a little anxious and suggested reducing the position appropriately.
And her answer was: Stay calm. We are not just reducing our holdings, we are also increasing our holdings—another 10 million!
Ten million—where would this money come from? After investing the proceeds from the sale of Daxun Group shares in the village bank, the remaining ten million had already been entrusted to Master Fu Hongjun, who had invested the entire sum in the Bitcoin market. Now, an additional ten million was needed. Where could he raise it?
This high-risk investment was something he absolutely couldn't involve his master in, and he couldn't tell Lin Xun or Liu Yun about it. After weighing the pros and cons, he thought of Xu Tong. Before she left the country, Lin Xun had given her five million. It would be a shame to just keep that money in the bank, earning interest—but how could he convince her? This thought plunged him into deep thought once more.
At this desperate moment, after Li Cheng's repeated urging, he had to drive to London to visit Yue Mingyuan.
He stayed in a luxurious suite at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. When we met again, he had been waiting for a long time.
Yue Mingyuan seemed extremely enthusiastic. He held 놖's hand tightly as if they were meeting old friends again, and his words were full of concern and care.
She naturally put on a lot of posture and behaved respectfully, just like the most obedient follower around him.
He looked at her carefully and said with a smile, "Hongjun, the climate and soil in England are really nourishing. I haven't seen you in the past six months, and you seem to have gained some weight."
"I'm happy here, but I'm longing for my homeland. I don't have any ambitions, and when I'm comfortable, I can't help but put on weight."
His expression darkened slightly, and he sighed softly: "Growing flesh is better than growing white hair."
Looking towards his temples, I saw a few strands of silver hair already creeping up on them.
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