The Beautiful CEO’s Close Bodyguard
Chapter 139 - 0139: Huge Transaction

Chapter 139: Chapter 0139: Huge Transaction

"Two billion?"

Zhao Wuji’s voice slightly changed, while Chu Ge remained silent.

After a long time, Zhao Wuji let out a wry laugh and spoke into the phone: "Mr. Chu, can you give me a reason?"

He was indeed wealthy, but that didn’t mean money came flowing in like water. In Zhao Wuji’s view, Chu Ge was certainly worth wooing, but the privileges of the Dragon Card in Chu Ge’s hands were already disabled, so Zhao Wuji had always managed the balance between them, maintaining a friendly relationship but without getting too close.

"A reason?" Chu Ge laughed lightly and shook his head, "There’s no reason. However, I can choose not to borrow, but to exchange something for it."

"Exchange something for it?" Zhao Wuji silently chuckled, but controlled his tone well, making it sound not much different from before, "Mr. Chu, you must be joking with me."

Indeed, what could possibly be worth two billion?

"Mr. Zhao, are you interested in martial arts?" Instead of responding to Zhao Wuji’s question immediately, Chu Ge shifted the conversation, asking softly.

"Martial arts?" Inside the president’s office of Tianrui Bank, Zhao Wuji stopped pacing back and forth. He raised his head, his gaze landing on a character hung behind the desk.

The single character was "Martial"! The calligraphy appeared strong and vigorous, even the thick mounting board was imprinted with a deep indentation. This character was personally written by the man who founded Tianrui Bank, rumored to be an Innate Grandmaster!

"But who in this world, once they know of it, could not be interested?" Zhao Wuji sighed, then with a smile said, "Unfortunately, I did desire it once, so I specifically asked Master Zheng to teach me, but Master Zheng said I’m too old, my physique is set, unsuitable for martial arts training."

"Nothing is absolute." At this point, Chu Ge finally spoke, his voice very indifferent. However, the news he said made Zhao Wuji’s heart skip a beat.

"Chairman Zhao, what if I say I can make you step into the Postnatal Realm in one go?"

"Step into the Postnatal?" Zhao Wuji was stunned and his eyes reflected complex emotions, but he soon regained his composure, chuckling and shaking his head, "Enough, Mr. Chu, don’t joke with me. Master Zheng started martial arts training at six, and has trained hard for forty or fifty years to reach the Postnatal Realm. Stepping into it in one go? Haha, how could that be possible."

"I am not joking." Chu Ge stated with a definitive tone: "Chairman Zhao, do you think I’m someone who would joke with you? A transaction, twenty billion, to buy your ascension to the Postnatal Realm. Will you buy it?"

"Whoosh—"

Zhao Wuji abruptly stood up from the sofa. Even the water cup on the coffee table was knocked over by the hem of his clothes without him noticing it. The scalding hot water soaked a large part of his coat through the hem, but he seemed to be oblivious to any discomfort, suppressing his tone and asking, "Mr. Chu, are you... are you serious?"

"The account number has been sent to you by text message; the decision is in your hands." After Chu Ge finished his sentence, he hung up the phone and then stood in the corridor looking at his phone screen.

Soon after, a transfer notification appeared on his screen, starting with a two, followed by a lengthy series of zeros.

Such a large transaction was usually troublesome, but as the chairman of the bank, Zhao Wuji naturally had a way to make it quicker.

After the transfer notification, a personal message from Zhao Wuji came through: "If it’s convenient for Mr. Chu, within a week!"

In the general manager’s office of Tianrui Bank, after Zhao Wuji sent the message, he hesitated for a while, actually taking out a small box from his drawer, and from a secret compartment, he fished out a key to open the box.

Inside the box was an old-fashioned clamshell phone that stored just one number—the number of the man who created Tianrui Bank. The man had instructed upon his departure, unless a major event occurred that could affect Shanghai’s landscape, there was no need to contact him.

But now, Zhao Wuji actually dialed that number!

......

In Jinxiu Group’s conference room, the atmosphere was eerily silent.

Thirty million, even if it was all invested, was nothing but a drop in the bucket against the massive dump of stocks by the other party.

At this moment, all the liquid assets, even Mu Bingtong’s personal savings, were thrown in, yet there was no sign of improvement. The company’s funds were exhausted, but the adversary was still selling off heavily!

"President Mu, the stock price has begun to fall!" Finally, a man wearing a headset turned and said, "They’re still going, we’ve run out of liquid assets!"

"How much was acquired?" Mu Bingtong fell silent for a moment before asking.

Hearing her question, the man with the headset also fell silent, speaking softly after two or three seconds, "Less than five percent."

This statement plunged the office into a surreal silence. Everyone present was loyal to the company; hearing these words, their faces were filled with sorrow.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Chu Ge walked in.

"Wow, what’s going on here?" sensing the deadly atmosphere in the conference room, Chu Ge smiled and said, "Why does everyone look like frostbitten eggplants?"

Several managers glared at him without saying anything, but it was Mu Bingtong who gave a wry smile at the front, whispering to Chu Ge, "Nothing, it’s just... I’m afraid we won’t be able to pay your salary anymore."

This was a woman who appeared strong on the surface, but Chu Ge could see the undisguised despair in her eyes. Unable to bear prolonging it, he took out a bank card and placed it in Mu Bingtong’s hand.

"What is this..." Mu Bingtong was slow to react, and after a few seconds, she smiled bitterly and pushed the card back, "Forget it, your money was given by me, there can’t be much inside, I even know better than you. A few hundred thousand won’t change the situation."

"A few hundred thousand, indeed, will not change the situation," Chu Ge agreed, then smiled, looking into Mu Bingtong’s eyes and articulating slowly, "But what if, it’s a few billion?"

"Enough!"

Finally, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sitting below spoke sternly, looking at Chu Ge, "President Mu tolerates your nonsense usually, and it doesn’t matter if you fool around. But at a time when the company’s life and death is at stake, you not only fail to worry for the company but also make malicious jokes. How can you be so callous?"

Chu Ge glanced at the man, but wasn’t angry.

He knew this man; he was old-fashioned, but indeed had the company’s best interests at heart. He was diligent in his work, and although critical in his comments now, his intentions were rooted in concern for the company.

So, with a smile towards the man Chu Ge said, "Just now, I made a call to Zhao Wuji."