Chapter 596 Handsome Guy, Do You Have OCD? (4)
An Yiqing smiled slowly, her words laden with significance as she said, "Who knows! Old Master Qin is getting on in years, and now that he has gone mad, a stay in the mental hospital for some treatment might be good for him. Fortunately, I have some fellow disciples at the Medicine Sect who are particularly adept at treating mental illnesses. As an expression of my concern for Patriarch Qin, once I’m done with my current affairs, I’ll arrange for these fellow disciples to go to the mental hospital where Qin Dingshan is staying, to give him thorough treatment."
Tan Yulin shivered and silently lit a candle for Qin Dingshan in his heart.
"However, Miss, regardless of whether Qin Dingshan is truly insane or feigning madness, what about the matter of his attempting to assassinate your family members?" Zhang Yuksheng was somewhat distressed. If An Yiqing continued to pursue the matter at this time, would the people of Xuandu City blame her for bullying a mad old man? But if she didn’t pursue it, wouldn’t the An Family have suffered their injuries in vain?
"Don’t worry, I have my own sense of proportion in this matter," An Yiqing didn’t tell Zhang Yuksheng that she had already sabotaged Qin Dingshan’s sanity last night at the Qin family mansion. Soon enough, whether he was pretending or not, she was going to make it real.
An Yiqing’s lips curved up slightly, her smile deep and meaningful.
After a full night and a day of tallying, the losses of all the Feather City Yuyuanzhai’s branches had been calculated.
The losses of the jade treasures, along with the repair costs of the storefronts, labor depletion fees, medical and compensation expenses for customers and employees, all added up to a total of ninety-six million!
Ninety-six million, an enormous sum close to one hundred million!
Liao Jinglin, residing in Xuandu City, nearly cried after receiving this news. Although he knew that An Yiqing was always generous with her wealth and had a never-ending supply of jade, Liao Jinglin, being a miser at heart, still mourned the enormous loss of nearly one hundred million for a few minutes.