A One Hundred Million Project!

Seven in the evening.

Ruihe Hotel.

Dong Xuebin turned to look at the old policeman. "What is it? Is there something wrong with the check?"

"Cough, cough, no." The old policeman wiped his sweat and walked back to hand the check to Li Xiaoan.

Li Xiaoan was a little skeptical, but he did not know much about Chinese checks, so he called over the interpreter to take a look. In the end, the interpreter nodded to Li Xiaoan.

Dong Xuebin's move stunned quite a few people, including Wang Bo and the Investment Bureau staff. A hundred or two hundred thousand yuan was not a huge sum, and most of them could come up with it, but a checkbook was different. Banks now seemed not to allow individuals to have checkbooks; usually only companies worth tens of millions or more qualified. Why did this guy seem so different from other officials in every way?

At that moment, several sharp-eyed people noticed the Patek Philippe on Dong Xuebin's wrist, and their pupils contracted. When they had first seen it, they had thought it was fake. After all, there were too many counterfeits these days, and they could not see clearly from a distance. But now that they had seen Dong Xuebin even had a checkbook, no one doubted it anymore. That luxury watch worth one or two million was most likely real. A man who carried a checkbook around would not stoop to buying a fake watch!

A two-million-yuan watch!

Even many investors had never been willing to buy one!

Was this guy really that rich? Was he a National Cadre or an investor? He looked even wealthier than the investors!

With that settled, Dong Xuebin stood up. "Officer, this matter is over now, right?"

"Mm, it's over. Nothing more." The young