Transaction Completed

It was probably nine or ten at night.

Cao Ziqian was still sitting in his office. In fact, he had even eaten his dinner, a boxed meal, in the office.

He had hired a very good nanny at home, so he could rest assured that the child was being taken care of by the nanny during this time.

The lights outside the office were still on. Cao Ziqian, having just finished the work at hand, remembered that his secretary had not yet left work, waiting for instructions.

He was also a diligent young man.

Cao Ziqian rubbed his temples. Just as he was about to tell his secretary to go home, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Two people entered: the flustered secretary and someone Cao Ziqian was very familiar with... Jin Zifu.

The secretary said in a panicked voice, "General Manager... the Chairman... I..."

"It's alright, you can go now... go home." Cao Ziqian said calmly.

The secretary looked as if he had been granted a great pardon. He quickly walked out of the room, gathered his things, and hurried away. Only when he heard the secretary's footsteps fading away did Cao Ziqian speak, "Dad, why aren't you resting at home? You're getting old, you should rest early at night. You don't need to worry about the factory's affairs."

Jin Zifu snorted, "Of course you want me not to come, preferably never to come... The title of Chairman is just an empty name now. In reality, the factory is already yours. It's easy for you to say when you're standing there, isn't it?"

Cao Ziqian frowned and sat back down. "Dad, there's no need to say these things out loud. I've already left enough money for you to live out your retirement. Don't we have a villa in the north? Perhaps you could go and live there, and you don't need to worry about things here."

"We?" Jin Zifu sneered, "Pah! What 'we'? You have no right to call me Dad! I'm not your father! Cao Ziqian, I'm telling you, from the moment you stole my factory, we stopped being a family! You good-for-nothing, I treated you well all these years! I promoted you from when you were just a workshop director at the factory, and I even gave you my daughter's hand in marriage! But what did you do to me? You actually want to snatch the factory from me!? Do you think that just because the factory is yours, you can pretend I don't exist?"

Cao Ziqian took a deep breath. "Dad, you know... don't do anything you shouldn't. The factory security is still here, I don't want to make things unpleasant."

Jin Zifu sneered and took out some documents from his person. "You haven't dared to release these, have you? But now they are in my hands! I am still the rightful owner of this factory! If you have the guts, call the security guards up, and I'll see if they listen to you or me! This is only a part of it, take a good look!"

Saying that, Jin Zifu threw the documents in his hand onto Cao Ziqian's office desk.

Cao Ziqian's gaze swept over them. They were almost all photocopies... but he knew that Jin Zifu couldn't possibly have copies of these documents.

"Impossible... I clearly locked the documents in the bank's safe!" Cao Ziqian said agitatedly.

"Nothing is impossible in this world," Jin Zifu snorted. "If you're smart, get out of here immediately and don't let me see you again! I'll spare you because you've contributed a lot to this factory over the years, and I'll give you a way out!"

"Old man... you're forcing me!"

Cao Ziqian suddenly looked up, his gaze like a beast's, and he rushed towards Jin Zifu. Cao Ziqian was in his prime, and Jin Zifu was immediately pushed to the ground.

Without a word, Cao Ziqian pinned Jin Zifu down and gripped his neck tightly with both hands. "A way out? What way out do I have left! Fine, you know how much I've contributed to the factory over the years, but how can you treat me like this! Do you think I don't know? The money you borrowed from the bank was all borrowed in my name! You're simply incapable of repaying it! Not only that, but you're also addicted to gambling, and your family's assets were all lost by you! If I hadn't been desperately holding on all these years, the factory wouldn't have survived until now! I will absolutely not let you take everything from me!!"

"You... you..." Jin Zifu struggled in pain, his hand quietly reaching towards his clothes.

He was having trouble breathing and might die at any second, so he couldn't care about anything else... He hadn't expected Cao Ziqian to suddenly lose his mind and fight back, and Jin Zifu suddenly regretted coming alone.

He felt it, a gun!

He slowly and tremblingly pulled it out. Good, Cao Ziqian hadn't noticed at all. With all his might, Jin Zifu shakily aimed the gun at Cao Ziqian's waist. As soon as he pulled the trigger, he would be free from death.

But at this moment, his hand suddenly felt empty, and the gun was gone.

"Mr. Cao, if you were to just choke him to death, you would truly lose everything. Don't you want to celebrate your child's birthday?"

A slow voice suddenly echoed in the office.

Cao Ziqian was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, as if doused with cold water, his hands trembled, and he let go of Jin Zifu's neck. He scrambled up in extreme fear and instinctively looked towards the source of the voice.

"It's you!"

It wasn't just Cao Ziqian who exclaimed, but also Jin Zifu, who was coughing. Moreover, Jin Zifu looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with terror.

He saw Luo Qiu and You Ye... but he clearly remembered that Luo Qiu and You Ye should have been shot by him.

The gun! That gun was snatched by that woman!

Seeing the USP45 in You Ye's hand, Jin Zifu became even more terrified and at a loss.

"Impossible! You two clearly already... Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Jin Zifu trembled, his body inching backward on the floor.

Luo Qiu tried his best to appear composed and said calmly, "Mr. Jin, have you forgotten that the transaction between us is not yet complete? I recall you saying you learned of our existence from your grandfather... right? Did your grandfather not tell you about our rules? You haven't fulfilled your promise, so I'm sorry, we will be reclaiming the goods you need."

Perhaps due to extreme fear, Jin Zifu stammered, "Impossible! How could I still have those documents! I destroyed them all immediately!"

Luo Qiu, however, was tidying up the scattered documents on Cao Ziqian's desk one by one and then smiled, "Are you talking about this pair of blank papers? It's alright, Mr. Jin, it doesn't matter how many you intend to destroy."

Those documents, which were clearly filled with detailed clauses and even signatures, had now turned into blank sheets of paper.

Seeing this, Jin Zifu became even more terrified, even feeling like he was going mad—even Cao Ziqian was full of surprise at this moment.

In fact, how this young man and the woman beside him had entered... and how the documents, which he himself had seen, had miraculously turned into blank sheets of paper.

"You... you lied to me!" Jin Zifu seemed to have figured something out and roared, "From the beginning! You lied to me! You broke your promise!!"

Luo Qiu said calmly, "I think the one who broke their promise from the beginning was Mr. Jin, wasn't it? From the moment you walked into the Club and stated your intentions, you started weaving a lie, didn't you?"

Looking at the silent Jin Zifu, Luo Qiu slowly said, "No matter how impassioned the words are, or how certain the tone, the eyes cannot lie. When you told me that Cao Ziqian had usurped your factory and that you wanted to seek justice for the workers, I did believe you a little... unfortunately, I didn't feel any sincerity in your eyes. Besides, when people lie, they often make small movements that they themselves don't notice."

"Just because of that! You started doubting me?" Jin Zifu asked incredulously.

Luo Qiu said calmly, "It was just a suspicion at first. Until I came here personally. You know, we need to properly assess the value of this factory... Well, that's not important anymore."

Luo Qiu then turned to look at Cao Ziqian. "What's important is that I saw the General Manager of your factory."

Saying that, Luo Qiu walked back to Cao Ziqian's desk. "First, I saw this photo frame. Mr. Jin said that your daughter died tragically in an accident a few years ago. It's been several years, yet this photo is still placed here so neatly."

Luo Qiu turned the photo frame on the desk.

In the photo, a woman held a newborn baby, a happy smile on her face.

Luo Qiu said, "Of course, this at most shows that Mr. Cao is a rather devoted man. But it does give me a good impression. That's why I'm even more interested in what kind of person this 'beast' Mr. Jin mentioned is."

Jin Zifu remained silent.

Luo Qiu continued speaking to himself, "His desk is piled high with documents. When I came to see him this afternoon, he was working diligently. Also, do you see that sofa? It has neatly folded blankets and pillows, which means Mr. Cao often rests in his office or even stays overnight. Hmm, his secretary is male… don't get the wrong idea."

Luo Qiu glanced at Jin Zifu, who seemed uninterested in his lame joke. He then continued as if nothing had happened, "I think, besides working here until late at night and forgetting the time, eventually deciding to stay overnight… there shouldn't be any other reasonable explanation."

Luo Qiu looked at Jin Zifu expressionlessly again, "I can't understand it. A man who deeply loved his deceased wife, who works overtime until late at night for the factory, and who, despite being the general manager, has an office with no furnishings and a cracked leather chair… why would he be described as a despicable scoundrel who plots to seize your family fortune, Mr. Jin?"

Jin Zifu was likely overwhelmed with fear, or perhaps his true nature was revealed after being exposed. "That's right! I lied to you! So what! How could I possibly believe what you said so easily… besides, you don't have those documents, do you?"

Luo Qiu shook his head, showing extreme patience, "No, Mr. Jin, the documents you need are indeed in my hands."

He extended his hand, and a flash of clear light appeared. A perfectly intact document bag materialized in his palm. "I did intend to complete this transaction properly with you, Mr. Jin… it's just that you don't seem to trust me."

Jin Zifu was stunned. As documents floated out of the bag and appeared before him, only to mysteriously fly back into it, he trembled with fear again.

He… he actually shot at this terrifying fellow!

It was only then that he remembered what his grandfather had told him when entrusting him with the black card: Never try to deceive the Club, or you will bear an unbearable price!

He had been shot and killed, yet now he was standing alive before him.

Jin Zifu's legs suddenly gave out, and he knelt on the ground, saying in terror, "I know I was wrong! Boss! I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you! I will complete this transaction properly! Eighteen years and six months! Take it! Take it!"

"No," Luo Qiu said calmly. "Although this factory is dilapidated and on the verge of bankruptcy, it's still a considerable asset when liquidated. But you are naturally a gambler with little talent and ambition. Even with another eighteen years, you wouldn't be able to earn this. So, if you want this factory, you will need a total of thirty-six years and ten months. Since you are a Black Card holder, I'll give you a discount… thirty-three years, one month, and fifteen days. This is the transaction fee Mr. Jin needs to pay."

"Thirty-three years, thirty-three years…" Jin Zifu muttered to himself.

Without thirty-three years, how much longer did he have to live?

Even if he got the factory back, he wouldn't have the life to enjoy it… this was clearly what he wanted!

"No! I'm not trading! I don't want it! I don't want it!"

As if driven mad, Jin Zifu frantically rushed towards the door!

However, at that moment, a black flame materialized out of thin air before him, startling him into stopping abruptly. In the burning black flames in the air, the Black Card he had discarded at the Club slowly reappeared.

"Rule eight of the Trafford Buyers Club: Transactions initiated with a Black Card cannot be canceled."

Following Luo Qiu's voice, the black flame instantly struck Jin Zifu's body.

He let out a scream and collapsed directly onto the ground.

As for the Black Card, it slowly flew into Luo Qiu's hand, and the golden insignia that was originally engraved on one side of the card gradually disappeared.

Luo Qiu tossed the document bag he was holding next to Jin Zifu and said calmly, "Transaction complete."

Inside the office, an absolute silence suddenly fell.

Cao Ziqian's face was pale, and his breathing was rapid… because Luo Qiu was now looking at him.