Cooperation
"Humph! I'm not short of money. Keep it and hand it over to the National Treasury!"
Li Bai looked as if he regarded money as dirt. He genuinely didn't care about ten million US dollars.
The money was far too hot to handle, and it was destined for the National Treasury. Who would dare touch it? Did they want to experience the iron fist of the dictatorship of the proletariat for themselves?!
"There's no grudge between us, past or present. How about we just let this go?"
The person Zhou Hua hated most at this moment wasn't Li Bai, but his trusted aide, Yang Xin—the head of finance who had fled with the money at this critical juncture.
An organization's two most important powers were personnel and finance—in other words, people and money.
As long as one controlled those two things, one held an organization's lifeline. Even if there were dissenters, they couldn't stir up much trouble.
Zhou Hua had firmly controlled personnel affairs, while he had entrusted the more complicated financial work to his old associate, Yang Xin. He hadn't expected that one could know a person's face without knowing their heart, and that this fellow harbored such treacherous ambitions.
Li Bai raised one finger and said calmly, "The prerequisite is that you turn yourself in. Everything goes to the public coffers. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss!"
There was always a way out. Punish the guilty to prevent future offenses, then educate them afterward. At the very least, he had to give him a chance, didn't he?
"I..."
Zhou Hua hesitated. After all, he had finally split away from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association in mainland China and established his own faction. Once he endured these few years, it would eventually grow into something substantial, and then he