Interrogation Expert
The former financial chief of Three Rivers Pavilion, Yang Xin, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side and glared with slanted brows. "Bah! Don't even think about it!"
People died for wealth, and birds died for food!
After going to so much trouble and taking such huge risks, he had only managed to siphon away this little money. Although Yang Xin had ultimately failed to flee and fallen short at the final hurdle, he still had not reflected on his betrayal. Instead, he regretted not making off with the enormous funds recorded in Three Rivers Pavilion's books the moment he fled with Zhou Hua and the others.
Back then, the number in the bank account had been counted in the hundreds of millions—and it had all been in U.S. dollars.
It was nothing like now. Even with the money the Indians had wired over, less than eighty million dollars remained, a pitiful sum that was not even one-tenth of the original amount.
Just Zhou Hua's impulsive purchase of this enormous base deep in the Rocky Mountains, along with the surrounding land, from the Canadian authorities had cost more than two hundred million dollars. Subsequent material transportation, repairs, and various other expenses had cost no less than the purchase itself. With money constantly flowing out of the account and none coming in, they were simply living off their savings.
At this rate, even without Institute 507 sending people to attack, Three Rivers Pavilion probably would not last much longer.
Rather than watching Three Rivers Pavilion's finances deteriorate, it would be better to let him siphon everything away and flee, enjoying his freedom alone.
"Yang Sanjin, have you grown tired of living?"
The Pavilion Master of Three Rivers Pavilion, Zhou Hua, leaped up again. In three steps—no,