"Who's the person in this photo?"
"What do you mean, who? What are you looking at? Take the contract and transaction records—we're going back!"
Old Liu opened the envelope, glanced at it for only a few seconds, then quickly stuffed the photo back inside and led everyone out of the finance company and back to the hotel.
Old Liu deeply regretted opening that little envelope right there on the spot, exposing such a scandalous photo for all to see.
Thinking of how several people had stood on tiptoe, craning their necks with their eyes gleaming, he knew just how difficult it would be to keep this matter under wraps.
If word spread like wildfire after they returned, Old Liu, as the one who had handled it, would be dragged through the mud as well. The higher-ups would certainly question his personal capabilities.
If he could not even handle such a trivial matter, how could he be entrusted with great responsibility?
Of course, Old Liu felt that the one with the most regrets right now was not himself, but Gu Jianqi.
Gu Jianqi should now understand what it meant to die beneath a peony flower and still be merry as a ghost. After all, once the merrymaking was over, he fucking wanted to die!
But after everyone got into the car, Gu Jianqi said with a dark expression, "This is a trap—a trap laid by vile capitalism against our red nation. They're using such despicable means to swallow Guo Huai's money."
Did he think this was some kind of honey trap?
Everyone in the car rolled their eyes. If they did not hand over the money, how could the other side possibly swallow it? Besides, if they wanted to swindle Guo Huai's money, why was Gu Jianqi in the photo too?