I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 733 - 566 Nine-Dragon Tattoo_2

Chapter 733: 566 Nine-Dragon Tattoo_2

Interest on ten thousand is less than two yuan a day.

That’s sixty a month.

Compared to the loan Guo Ran borrowed, it’s truly a world of difference.

"Of course, we’re in business, not charity."

As if to justify to his boss, Luo Peng explained, "Though the interest is low, the user base is large, so the profits are still quite considerable."

"Just needs an investment of five million?"

"Leverage."

Luo Peng laughed, "Jiang Chen, how long has it been since you graduated? Have you really forgotten everything we learned? The five million we’re investing is just a fulcrum; we’re not the only investors. Of course, we’ve conducted strict risk control. We bite only as much as we can chew, I can’t learn from Daddy Ma."

Finance is a profound and complex subject.

It can turn billions into trillions.

And someone has actually accomplished this, thus creating a massive business empire.

"Have you heard of ’Worry-Free Loan’?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"No."

Luo Peng shook his head, "What about it? That project was researched by Xiaobai. Want me to call him over so you can ask?"

"No need."

Jiang Chen put down the proposal, "All right, go on with your work."

He stood up to leave and, on his way out, left behind a sentence, "Work is work, but don’t neglect Miss Xia either."

The office door opened and then closed.

Luo Peng was slightly stunned, then flipped a middle finger towards the doorway.

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"Mr. Jiang."

By the roadside.

Jiang Chen was driving a Mercedes. Just as he got out, Bai Haoran came up to greet him.

Behind him followed seven or eight sturdy men, who all bowed in unison as they approached Jiang Chen.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Chen raised his hand slightly.

"Mr. Jiang, the person is inside," Bai Haoran indicated.

Jiang Chen looked at a building by the roadside.

On the surface, it appeared to be just a teahouse, but inside it was another world, actually an underground gambling den.

"Gambling den’s open even in broad daylight."

"Twenty-four-hour service. As long as you want to play, there’s always a place available."

Jiang Chen nodded.

True to the reputation of a place of revelry.

"Mr. Jiang, shall we go in now?" Bai Haoran asked.

Jiang Chen glanced at the stern-faced men around him, and said, "Don’t disturb their business, we’ll wait outside."

Bai Haoran nodded and got into the same car with Jiang Chen.

About twenty minutes later.

A man bent over to knock on the car window.

The window rolled down.

"Brother Bai, he’s coming out."

Bai Haoran looked towards the teahouse entrance.

He saw a man with a ferocious expression cursing as he walked out, looking like the picture of defeat, obviously having lost money.

"Bring him here."

The man who knocked on the window nodded, then turned around.

Several men immediately followed silently,

"Damn, such bad luck!"

As the guy from the teahouse reached to open his car door, "bang,"

a hand pressed on the door, forcing it shut again.

"Fuck!"

He turned around instinctively, ready to curse, only to see several strangers had already surrounded him.

He was no saint, and seeing the situation, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"What’s this about?"

"Someone wants to see you, come with us."

Perhaps gauging the situation, or maybe feeling confident in his own support, the sullen man surveyed the circle and then let out a mocking sneer.

"Fine."

"Please."

The men opened a path and escorted him to the side of Bai Haoran’s car.

The car door opened.

The man obligingly seated himself.

The door closed.

Several men stood guard silently around the car.

"Zhang Debiao?"

Bai Haoran, in the driver’s seat, turned his head.

"Which road do you hail from, buddy?"

The man surnamed Zhang acknowledged openly, showing some courage.

In the back seat,

Jiang Chen rested with his eyes closed.

"Do you know this young lady?"

Bai Haoran pulled out a photograph from the inside pocket of his coat.

Zhang Debiao glanced at it, "Don’t recognize her."

"Take a closer look."

"Buddy, I really don’t know her. Did you guys get the wrong person?"

"Mai Jie, a senior student at Fudan University. Last month, you introduced her to work at Platinum Han."

Bai Haoran spoke calmly, "Remember now?"

Zhang Debiao’s eyes darted around, "Buddy, are you and that girl..."

"Seems like you remember now."

Bai Haoran put away the photo.

Zhang Debiao glanced at the men waiting by the car and then looked at Jiang Chen through the rearview mirror.

For a person like him, his sight was naturally sharper than ordinary people.

Not to mention whether he could escape, just the aura displayed by the other party was extraordinary.

Damn it.

That girl actually knew such a powerful backer?

Then why did she need to borrow money?

Zhang Debiao’s thoughts raced, but instead of immediately succumbing, he maintained a tone of neither servility nor overbearingness, "Buddy, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t do anything to her. She just owed some money, so I introduced her to a job. I was helping her."

Bai Haoran acted as if he heard nothing, his face as placid as a lake, "Who’s your superior?" without regard for Zhang Debiao’s suddenly sour expression.

"What? Superior?"

Zhang Debiao looked puzzled.

"Solve Loan."

Zhang Debiao was taken aback, then gave Bai Haoran a good look, and then chuckled twice, "Buddy, you can’t be a cop, right?"

"Who do you work for?"

Bai Haoran asked.

Zhang Debiao laughed, "I’m a bit confused here, what exactly do you guys do?"

"I’m a businessman, and I think this trade has great potential, so I just want to cooperate with you all."

There was a sound from the back seat.

Zhang Debiao turned around.

With his sharp eyes, it was obvious who the real boss was.

His smile grew wider.

"Heh, you should’ve said so earlier."

"I’d like to have a chat with your boss."

Jiang Chen, seated in the back, opened his eyes. Because of the privacy glass, most of the outside light was blocked, which caused the interior to be rather dim, making his face a bit obscure.

"Buddy, as you know, our line of work has its own rules. My boss isn’t someone you can just meet when you want."

Jiang Chen didn’t say a word.

Bai Haoran reached into his chest again and pulled out a bank card.

Zhang Debiao’s eyes immediately lit up.

"There’s three hundred thousand in here. Answer my boss’s questions, and it’s yours."

Bai Haoran was holding the bank card between two fingers.

Zhang Debiao stared intently at the bank card, clearly tempted, but he wisely didn’t immediately spill the beans.

"Three hundred thousand? Who do you think you’re looking down on? Do you know how lucrative this industry is?"

It was a clear case of stating a price from the ground up.

"This trade is indeed lucrative, but you’re only worth this much."

Bai Haoran’s gaze was indifferent, devoid of any emotion, "Two choices, either take the card and get out of the car or get carried out."

"You..."

Zhang Debiao’s eyes were fierce as if he was about to turn hostile, but between gritted teeth, reason slowly took the upper hand.

Because he was no good Samaritan, people like him understood the darkness of the world even better.

The East Sea was vast.

The death of one or two people wouldn’t cause much of a stir.

And these people’s demeanor wasn’t that of empty blusterers.

He gritted his teeth.

"I don’t know the boss of Solve Loan. I work for Geng Long."

As he mentioned the name Geng Long, a trace of ostentation crossed his face; then he observed the reactions of these people.

But Jiang Chen showed no change in expression, simply asking indifferently, "Who is Geng Long?"

"Nine Dragons, Geng Long, you don’t know him?"

Zhang Debiao seemed puzzled.

"Jiang, he’s talking about Geng Long."

Bai Haoran turned around.

Jiang Chen’s face was calm, "You can get out of the car now."

Zhang Debiao, utterly confused, saw the other party asking him to leave, something he obviously wouldn’t refuse, but he didn’t forget the bank card. He snatched the card from Bai Haoran’s hand as he opened the door to exit, "What are you looking at? Move aside!"

"You know him?"

Jiang Chen asked, paying no mind to Zhang Debiao’s departure.

He was just an insignificant henchman.

"I’ve heard of him."

Bai Haoran hesitated, then spoke in a softer tone, "However, he seems to have a good relationship with Mr. Liao."

Jiang Chen looked at him for a while.

"Liao Xiangdong?"

Bai Haoran silently nodded.

Jiang Chen remained impassive, as unreadable as still water, "Let’s go."

The men waiting by the car each got into another vehicle.

The two cars left one after the other.