The New Life of Gatnau Company

Lin Qi's method was unique; he wouldn't reveal this to anyone until Qiao Geliman had a clear, definite goal.

Speaking out casually would only expose what could be considered a scandal or even a malpractice to people who shouldn't know. He first needs to remain silent, then observe his surroundings. Even if he eventually identifies his target, he might not dare to confront him.

But he will have a choice in his heart that he is very certain of, and he firmly believes that it is the right one.

Recently, the only person he has had a relationship with who could give him 30,000 yuan as a "reward" is Lin Qi. There is no doubt that this was given by Lin Qi. He cannot ask for it back, so the money will remain in his pocket and become a kind of unusual fact.

As a bank Credit Department Manager, he has his own ways of handling this money. Whether it's depositing it into an overseas account or legally transferring it back to his own account through investment channels or funds, it's a simple matter for him.

He flicked the check and put it in the drawer. At the same time, he understood that this was not the first time, nor would it be the last. For some reason, he began to look forward to his next collaboration with this interesting young man, Lin Qi. It was bound to be a very interesting thing.

The most important thing in this kind of thing is to keep quiet and understand each other!

Several days passed quickly. Early in the morning, Lin Qi drove a car he had borrowed from elsewhere into the bank's parking lot, where the money would be loaded onto the car.

When he parked his car, the three account managers who were supposed to be with him had been waiting for a while. They all had an excited expression on their faces. The 1.6 million yuan in cash, which was 160 stacks of 100-yuan bills, was shockingly piled up.

Many people, no, the vast majority of people, will never see what so much money piled up together in their entire lives, and can only imagine the scene with a slightly sighing tone, "It must have been very shocking."

But the shock and excitement they felt when they actually faced this money far exceeded their expectations.

Even three account managers who worked in banks and were used to dealing with money were momentarily stunned when they first saw so much cash.

They were eagerly anticipating Lin Qi's performance. The more people showed their weakness in the face of money, the less they felt dissatisfied with their own earlier embarrassment, and the more they could satisfy their desire to see others make fools of themselves.

They were destined to be disappointed, because the man standing in front of them had seen not only 1.6 million, but also 16 million and 160 million in cash. This amount of money was just a drop in the ocean for him.

"Don't you... find it shocking?" one of the account managers couldn't help but ask, wanting to find out if Lin Qi's calm demeanor was an act or genuine. He emphasized, "There's 1.6 million here, 1.6 million!"

Seeing the account manager's somewhat enthusiastic behavior, Lin Qi simply nodded calmly. He walked to the edge of the steps, looked at the money on the steps, and casually picked up a stack.

Unlike the rolled-up money that people on the street prefer, this money was tied together with paper ties.

He fiddled with the banknotes, the notes rustling and turning, the air carrying a strong scent of ink. Ten thousand yuan, just this whole stack! He smiled slightly, tossed the money back, "One million six hundred thousand, sixteen thousand bills, this all adds up to about twenty kilograms..." He turned to look at the account manager, his expression and eyes seeming to ask, "What else do you want me to say?" Faced with Lin Qi's calm and composed demeanor, the account manager gave a dry laugh, then felt a little embarrassed. After Lin Qi's explanation, he also felt that one million six hundred thousand was nothing special.

The fervor on the faces of the surrounding staff, including the police, quickly vanished. Suddenly, they felt a strange, indescribable ache in their balls. It's a pity that women may not have experienced this feeling.

What was supposed to be a special event ended abruptly, which was quite disappointing.

The account manager, somewhat indifferent, asked politely, "Would you like me to check it?"

He knew that Lin Qi wouldn't check. First of all, this was a bank, and banks wouldn't have any counterfeit money. The cost of making counterfeit money was too high, and it wasn't necessarily profitable.

If you have the skill and craftsmanship to make counterfeit money, you might as well make fake cash checks. Those are not only easy to make, but also very easy to use.

It was just a polite inquiry, but he didn't expect Lin Qi to take it seriously.

"Of course!" He picked up another stack of banknotes and gently fiddled with them; the contact between his fingertips and the banknotes provided him with immediate and clear feedback.

Counterfeiting technology in this era was limited. Not to mention various "photolithography plates," even copper plate engraving and corrosion techniques were still highly sophisticated. It was simply impossible to create a tactile feel that was close to that of genuine coins.

They only use basic printing techniques, which makes counterfeit money easy to detect.

After randomly selecting about a third of the money, Lin Qi said that was enough. Only then did the police officer, who had been watching closely, solemnly sign his name on a form, indicating that Lin Qi had approved the banknotes as genuine after his inspection.

Don't think that banks are doing this for nothing; they're not protecting customers, they're protecting themselves.

The money was eventually packed into three suitcases, each holding only 500,000. This was the extra-large suitcase Lin Qi bought; a smaller one would only hold 200,000.

The money was put directly into his car, and at Lin Qi's invitation, two police officers escorted him back to Dyson Asset Management Company.

This was an inconspicuous little roadside house, without even a sign. Lin Qi had no intention of putting up a sign for it. It was just a piece of toilet paper; once it was used, it would be thrown away. He couldn't keep it in his pocket forever.

Not long after the police left, Mr. Fox arrived in person with his men. They entered through the back door, and when they saw the three boxes and $100,000 in cash in the room, everyone's breathing became heavy and rapid.

"How much is here...?" Mr. Fox, who had dealt with money for half his life, felt like he had returned to the state he was in twenty years ago, young, full of energy and vigor.

He gently stroked the cash in the briefcase with his hands, which had become loose and brittle, as if he were caressing a lover's skin.

"One million six hundred thousand..." Lin Qi walked to the box, took out six more stacks from the briefcase, and put them together with another one hundred thousand. "This is part of my money."

Mr. Fox stared at Lin Qi, his gaze shifting slightly. It was initially fierce, but quickly softened. He nodded. "This is what you deserve!"

Lin Qi put the money aside, then went back to his office, took out some supporting documents from somewhere, and handed them over.

"This is a cash withdrawal receipt issued by the bank and witnessed by the local Police Station. In the future, if someone questions the legality of your cash withdrawal when you make a large cash payment, you can show this to them."

"By the way, it would be best to make a copy; you'll use it frequently!"

If Mr. Fox had expressed his dissatisfaction with Lin Qi taking the money, Lin Qi wouldn't have produced this proof. He had plenty of ways to make Mr. Fox return his share, principal and interest.

Fortunately, when faced with such a large sum of money, Mr. Fox remained true to his principles and avoided a lot of trouble.

As Mr. Fox flipped through the certificates, he subconsciously asked, "Does that mean I still have some money to...?" He looked up at Lin Qi, Lin Qi nodded, and Mr. Fox's face wrinkled up.

He patted Lin Qi on the shoulder and took out another stack... two stacks, placing them on Lin Qi Lin Qi's plate as a reward.

With this document, the little money he had left could finally be exposed. In fact, all his money could be exposed, and all of this was thanks to this document and Lin Qi's help.