The Vulture

Bu Peien's Financial Center showed signs of recovery again after a period of consolidation.

The renewed revival of the real economy brought in a huge amount of capital. After enduring the long winter, capital could no longer resist poking its head out again. More and more people filled the Big Three Exchanges, and every face wore an indescribable expression.

It was as if... this place was destined to return to its moment of greatest glory.

Standing in a room on the third floor, Lin Qi watched through the blinds as the brokers in the lobby below kept raising their hands and making all kinds of gestures. The traders on the second floor were also exceptionally busy.

Behind Lin Qi, Lyme stood obediently, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

He had come this time to check the accounts.

For the past two months, Lin Qi had been in Gefra and had been unable to keep an eye on things here. Even though he could call to verify the status of his capital accounts, that still was not completely safe.

How many cases of collusion between insiders and outsiders had there been for the sake of profit? Besides, people who played with finance were especially bold—and their hearts were especially filthy.

"There hasn't been much of a market lately..." Lin Qi lowered his finger. With a snap, the bent blinds straightened again, and his gaze shifted from outside back into the room.

After glancing at Lyme, he walked over and sat in the seat that symbolized power in the room.

There was an interesting phenomenon in Bu Peien's Financial Center. For example, quite a few private offices here had neither sofas nor chairs.

If someone came in to say something, they could only stand there.

Some believed this style embodied the