"Top Scholar, we've only just started this business, but I think it has great long-term potential. More and more people are leaving, and foreign trade is getting more and more booming."
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After hearing Old Song's "business wisdom," Li Ye could not help but fall silent.
The waters of the Underground Bank business ran deep, and the risks were considerable.
Back in 1987, farmers selling vegetables on the street would no longer be branded as "speculators." After all, farmers were also "producers," exchanging the fruits of their hard labor for goods.
But ticket scalpers and black-market middlemen could still be hauled in to squat behind bars for years at any time, because they were "illegally profiting by catching wolves with empty hands."
The Underground Bank was even more dangerous. Daring to compete with state-owned banks for business—and even being accused of endangering the nation's financial order—would make crushing you a matter of minutes.
Yet its prospects were terribly tempting. In his previous life, because of his company boss, Li Ye had once encountered it at close range.
One of his boss's friends had slipped abroad. After liquidating his assets back home, he had ended up with roughly ten million US dollars, but when he tried to transfer it out, he kept running into restrictions.
"Couldn't it be transferred according to the rules?"
Helpless, his boss's friend pulled some strings and found an influential deputy director at a regional branch bank, hoping for a clear path and a little flexibility.
In the end, the man gave him only one sentence—go find another institution. It would save time and effort.
At that moment, Li Ye finally understood just how boundless the Underground Bank's powers were, and how absurdly formidable it was.
Of course, returns were always directly proportional to risks. If Old