"Five million."

This was Tang Zhengqiang's offer.

"First, pay 2.5 million. After the job is done, pay the balance."

Song Guanchao nodded, "No problem."

Tang Zhengqiang said, "We only accept cash, gold, foreign currency, or virtual currency."

"Virtual currency."

"Good." Tang Zhengqiang took out a note and handed it over, "This is my virtual currency wallet. Just transfer it here."

Song Guanchao put away the note and said, "It will be transferred before tonight, and we can start tomorrow."

The negotiation went very smoothly.

After leaving the club, Song Guanchao went to the New City Company.

This was his first time at Liu Lanzi's company. The office was large, with minimalist decor and nothing superfluous.

"Chairman Liu, I need to trouble you with something."

Hearing this formal address from Song Guanchao, Liu Lanzi couldn't help but roll her eyes.

At the same time, she was curious about what Song Guanchao might need her help with.

"What is it?"

"Borrowing money."

Liu Lanzi immediately revealed a fox-like smile, "Sure, how much do you need? Is ten million enough?"

"..." This left Song Guanchao at a loss.

Why was she so eager and proactive?

"Not that much, five million is enough."

"Is five million really enough?"

Liu Lanzi seemed a bit disappointed. They had never discussed money between them before.

But she was quite hoping that Song Guanchao would owe her a favor.

The more he owed, the tighter the bond.

"It's enough, really."

Song Guanchao coughed, a bit overwhelmed by her enthusiasm.

He placed the note on the table, "Five million worth of virtual currency, just send 2.5 million to this wallet first."

"In the form of virtual currency?"

"Yes."

"No problem."

She was very curious, but since Song Guanchao wasn't voluntarily explaining, it must be inconvenient to talk about.

She took the note, opened her computer, and quickly operated for a while.

A few minutes later, she said, "Done."

Song Guanchao called Lu Feng to ask Tang Zhengqiang if the money had arrived.

Ten minutes later, Lu Feng called back, confirming the money had arrived.

Now, it was up to this master of deception to act.

Whether he could pull it off, nobody knew.

...

That afternoon, as Secretary Sun had just finished having tea with an executive from a real estate company and was leaving the tearoom, he received a call.

"Hello, is this Secretary Sun from the Lingjiang Municipal Committee?"

Hearing the official tone, Secretary Sun immediately became serious, "This is Sun Xiangwei."

"Hello, Secretary Sun, this is Sun Zhou from the Tang Family in Chuxi City, assistant to Mr. Tang."

Chuxi City?

Tang Family?

He was a little confused but still responded politely, "Hello, Assistant Sun. How may I help you?"

Sun Zhou said, "Mr. Tang heard there's an area in Lingjiang awaiting development. He has some interest in this project. If Secretary Sun is available, could you do us the honor tonight?"

Secretary Sun was unsure about the background of this Tang Family.

Bear in mind, a lot of people had their eyes on this project.

And given the scale of the project, no single company could take it on.

Frankly speaking, this land doesn't worry about selling.

A lot of real estate companies from all over had approached him lately, hoping to secure the land through internal connections.

Clearly, this Tang Family also had their eye on the project.

No one hits a smiling face.

He naturally wouldn't refuse.

They agreed on a time and place.

In the evening, Secretary Sun arrived at the restaurant chosen by the other party.

This was one of the top three restaurants in Lingjiang, very classy, and also expensive.

Just as he was about to enter, a grand yellow-plated Maybach pulled up at the restaurant entrance and stopped.

Secretary Sun couldn't help but be amazed!

This was a Maybach 62S!

The car is over six meters long, so it must have a yellow plate!

This car is worth millions!

Throughout Lingjiang, not many could afford such a car.

And even those who could might not drive such a car.

Because it's too flashy.

Without a certain level of status, driving such a car would make one too conspicuous, attracting unnecessary trouble.

The car stopped, and a man in a suit, around thirty, got out of the passenger seat.

The man walked to the rear seat and opened the door.

Tang Zhengqiang, dressed in a Tang suit with impeccably combed hair, stepped out.

He held a simple and ancient cane in his hand, his expression gentle, but Secretary Sun felt a faint sense of pressure.

Such a strong presence!

He had met a lot of high officials in the bureaucracy, but few had an aura as strong as this man.

"Secretary Sun."

The young man in the suit stepped forward, smiling, "Hello, this is Mr. Tang."

Secretary Sun was momentarily taken aback before realizing this was Mr. Tang from Chuxi City?

"Hello, Assistant Sun," facing the assistant who shared his surname, Secretary Sun forced a smile.

He realized that Mr. Tang's background was even bigger than he had imagined.

He sneaked a glance at the yellow-plated Maybach, noting the plate was Jing A!

It was a car from Yanjing!

Likely noticing his gaze, Assistant Sun smiled faintly, "Mr. Tang is accustomed to this car. During travels, domestically or abroad, he always has it airlifted along."

Secretary Sun was stunned.

My goodness... traveling and specifically airlifting a car?

What level of wealth allows such willful extravagance?

"Secretary Sun." Mr. Tang smiled as he spoke.

Secretary Sun immediately felt the pressure, involuntarily bending his back a little and hurriedly extended his hands, "Hello, Mr. Tang."

"Secretary Sun is quite young."

Mr. Tang's magnetic voice was very pleasing.

Receiving such praise from the mysterious Mr. Tang made Secretary Sun feel as if he was being appreciated by a superior.

Mr. Tang walked inside, led by the waiter.

After entering the private room, shortly, a middle-aged man in loose exercise clothes came in and said, "Mr. Tang, you've actually come to Lingjiang?"

Mr. Tang raised his eyes slightly, brows frowning, seeming very dissatisfied, yet remained polite, "And you are?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward, extended his hands respectfully for a handshake, and said, "Mr. Tang, you're a busy man, and I can't forget! You extended a helping hand when I went bankrupt, and this Moon Viewing Tower was about to be auctioned, lending me 700 million to pay off debts and tide over the crisis!"

Moved to tears, the middle-aged man couldn't help but let them fall.

Mr. Tang suddenly remembered, "So it's you, haha, getting older, the memory isn't what it used to be."

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. I have esteemed guests today, let's chat another day."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, for disturbing you."

The middle-aged man quickly stood up, also giving Secretary Sun a small smile before leaving the private room.

Inside, Secretary Sun felt as if a storm raged within.

This Moon Viewing Tower was one of Lingjiang's top three dining establishments.

Unexpectedly, its owner shared such a history with Mr. Tang.

Seven hundred million, lent just like that!

That's cash flow!

Someone who can easily provide a cash flow of 700 million must be worth at least tens of billions!

"Secretary Sun..."

Just as he spoke, the private room door opened once more.

The waiter brought in a bottle of red wine, "Hello, Mr. Tang, this is a collector's edition Lafite prepared for you by our chairman."

Mr. Tang frowned again, seeming impatient, "Alright, open the wine and then leave."

He then instructed the assistant, "Xiao Sun, don't let anyone else in."

"Yes, Mr. Tang."

Assistant Sun left the private room, returning shortly after.

It's obvious he went to instruct the waiter.

Inside the private room, Mr. Tang smiled wryly, "I've made Secretary Sun laugh, tonight's dinner, you're the main guest, yet I seem to have overshadowed you. My apologies."

"No, no." Secretary Sun's mouth was dry, feeling uneasy in the presence of this billionaire.

"Secretary Sun..." Mr. Tang began, but Assistant Sun suddenly approached.

"Mr. Tang, you have a call."

"Xiao Sun, what did I just say?" Mr. Tang's expression darkened slightly, "Didn't I say no more disturbances?"

Assistant Sun looked troubled, "It's No.1 from Nanjiang Province."

Mr. Tang sighed softly, told Secretary Sun, "Please sit tight, Secretary Sun."

"Xiao Sun, take good care of Secretary Sun."

With that, he took the phone and went to a corner of the private room to take the call.

Secretary Sun was so shocked he couldn't speak.

This Mr. Tang might just be a Forbes-level tycoon?

Such a figure, inviting him for dinner?

Oh my gosh!

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