Reborn with Consumption System

Now Gao Diaomao truly wanted to collaborate with God Lie, eager to ride God Lie's coattails.

"Teacher Han..."

Gao Diaomao's first sentence was initially meant to be, 'I've encountered a bit of trouble on my side,' but as the words reached his lips, he suddenly changed his tune.

"There's absolutely no issue with the shares. The company is having financing difficulties, and the shareholders are already thinking of cashing out and exiting. I'll be able to handle it quickly. I wonder how the financing plan on your side is coming along, Teacher Han?"

A financing plan for you? My ass!

Han Lie had no intention of personally offering Gao Diaomao advice—while God Lie was a bit unscrupulous, he truly couldn't stoop to actively setting up a scam to swindle small retail investors.

Even though the minimum investment threshold for trust products was 1 million, these investors didn't seem to be small retail ones. Essentially, those who could buy such products were hard-working folks who earned their money through toil and had little understanding of the complexities of finance.

Thus, although Han Lie indeed had more than one scheme that could fleece investors without any negative consequences for himself, he had no plans to discuss them with Gao Diaomao.

The choice, I leave to you.

If you walk the straight path, then neither of us will make a profit, and we'll look for another opportunity for a straightforward battle later on.

If you insist on the crooked path, then get ready to lose money.

If you play hardball, taking the riskiest route, don't blame me in the end.

Fortune and misfortune don't have set paths; people bring them upon themselves.

"President Gao, I am indeed too busy over here; I really don't have time to come up with a plan for that small financing of yours... I'm currently managing projects worth over 30 billion from both Magic Capital Bank and SPD Bank combined. You wouldn't be unaware of that, would you?"

"I'm aware, I'm aware!"

Gao Diaomao, grinning like a sycophantic Pekingese, nodded, his shoulders involuntarily hunching in deference, filled with awe towards Han Lie.

In grand business narratives, 30 billion is often treated as nothing, hardly worth a mention, but in the social strata that Gao Diaomao could access, even 3 billion was a sum large enough to require a fight with one's back against the wall.

If he could casually take out 500 million in cash without straining his finances, why bother scheming against the small shareholders within the company?

"Teacher Han, I have some thoughts on my end. Could you help me consider them?"

Gao Diaomao poured another cup of tea for Han Lie, then turned as if to pull out some documents.

But Han Lie waved his hand and stopped him.

"President Gao, let's put that aside for now, eh? I really don't have the energy to deal with that right now. But luckily, it's not an urgent matter on your side. It doesn't really matter when the shares are secured; being anxious is useless, right?"

Gao Diaomao, hand frozen mid-air holding the documents, felt a surge of irritation.

I'm busting my ass getting these shares for you, and you couldn't care less about our grand venture?

But then he had a second thought: Oh, Teacher Han's new private equity fund seems to be on the verge of launching, supposedly on a massive scale of tens of billions. No wonder he doesn't care about my company—it actually makes sense...

Han Lie didn't know the inner drama Gao Diaomao was experiencing, but he proactively provided him an out.

"How about this: you give me the documents, and I'll take them back to look over slowly, okay?"

"Ah... yes, okay! That would be a great help."

Gao Diaomao hastily handed the entire folder to Han Lie, then, trying to curry favor, explained, "A friend from an investment bank helped me prepare it; it's just a draft. It might not be very polished. Please take a look and see what's not suitable, and we can discuss it later?"

Han Lie, seemingly nonchalant, stuffed the documents into his briefcase with a hum.

Inwardly, though, he was already ecstatic.

Good grief!

You dare to hand this stuff directly to me? It seems you really do consider me one of your own, huh?!

It's settled; my trip today wasn't in vain!

What was written in the documents wasn't important; Gao Diaomao's overall operational strategy was the key. Now that he had the specifics of Gao Diaomao's plan, if Han Lie *still* couldn't bury him, it would mean all his efforts to reach this stage had been for nothing!

Realizing that Gao Diaomao's guard was quite down around him, Han Lie relaxed entirely.

He had agreed to Gao Diaomao's invitation primarily to find an opportunity to confirm the attitude of Gao Diaomao and his son.

Now it seemed even better than the best outcome he had anticipated...

Ha!

This week has indeed been full of surprises!

Han Lie was in great spirits, his attitude suddenly becoming warm and friendly. "Uncle Gao, we're practically family, so I won't put on airs with you.

I'm really exhausted recently; every nerve has been stretched taut.

It's the New Year holiday, so let's not discuss such dull topics. How about calling Gao Shen over, and we play some cards to unwind?"

Hearing Han Lie call him "Uncle," Gao Diaomao beamed, his eyes crinkling with joy.

"Sure, sure!

Let's give work a rest today and just have fun; you take it easy!

After cards, we'll drink and chat leisurely, and you don't need to rush back. Just stay over at our place!

Gao Shen's mother has a bad cervical spine, and Xiao Qiu learned massage in the past; her skills are quite good. Before you rest later, I'll have her give you a good massage..."

Damn!

Hearing this, God Lie nearly lost his composure, his head buzzing.

Seriously, you've got some nerve...

Does your son know you're pimping out his wife like this?

Because he wasn't sure what Gao Diaomao's true intention was, Han Lie put on an air of righteousness and waved his hands.

"Oh no, that wouldn't be proper! I remember there's a private club nearby, right? I'll just stay there..."

Gao Diaomao smiled, his eyes squinting, and didn't argue with Han Lie.

But his expression was exceedingly meaningful...

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

I gave up spending time with my girlfriends to stay home and write. This author, Bread, really... I'm crying my eyes out!