A Deal Worth Tens of Millions

His mother had seven siblings in all. Apart from his mother, the second oldest, and the fourth daughter below her-Ye Huan's fourth aunt-every last one of them was a real piece of work.

For a little money, they could scheme against someone until they wanted to cry but had no tears left.

Shaking his head, Ye Huan stopped thinking about it. If his mother couldn't hold out, he was still there. He wasn't the man he used to be, and he wouldn't indulge those bloodsuckers.

Early the next morning, Ye Huan drove toward the county town. He even spotted his father's car on the way, but slipped past and headed straight to Maokong Coffee House. He checked the time: two minutes to ten.

He found the table number Miss Zhou had sent him and met the petite, delicate young woman, whose presence was nonetheless commanding. Behind her stood four tall, burly bodyguards who looked like they could really fight.

"Hello, Miss Zhou. I'm Ye Huan."

"Hello. Please, have a seat." Miss Zhou rose to greet Ye Huan. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they got down to business.

There weren't many people around, and Ye Huan wasn't afraid of her snatching his things away. He simply opened a wooden box and pushed it in front of her.

Miss Zhou took it out and finished inspecting it with little effort. With material of this caliber in her hands, telling real from fake was straightforward, especially now that she had handled it herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye. I'm very satisfied. I'll transfer the money now. Could you give me your bank card, please? Thank you."

Ye Huan smiled faintly and handed over both his ID and bank card. Miss Zhou pulled the laptop on the table toward her and began making the transfer.

In less than a minute, Ye Huan received a notification on his phone: exactly eighty million yuan had been deposited into his bank account. The transaction was complete.

"All right, the money's arrived." Ye Huan nodded, then saw Miss Zhou hand him a contract.

He had done his research, so he wasn't intimidated. Taking the contract, he read it carefully, examining every line and every word. Only after confirming there were no traps or anything of the sort did he sign. Their deal worth tens of millions was sealed.

"Thank you, Ye Huan. Really. With this piece of jadeite, our family's shop can finally catch its breath. There's so little high-end material like this coming onto the market these days." Miss Zhou stood and shook Ye Huan's hand.

Ye Huan shook her hand and let go. "You paid a high price, and we each got what we needed. Heh. And thank you, Miss Zhou, for helping me realize my dream of lying flat."

"Haha, a pleasure doing business with you. If you come across any more good material, Mr. Ye, please contact me. I'll definitely offer a price you'll be happy with," Miss Zhou said with a smile.

Ye Huan didn't say much either. He nodded. "Of course."

Then they went their separate ways. Miss Zhou took a car straight to the provincial capital, then flew home.

Ye Huan went straight to the local tax office, took a number, and sat down to wait. Fortunately, there weren't many people, and his turn came after a dozen minutes or so.

"Hello. I sold something as a private individual. How much tax do I need to pay?" he asked.

"Oh, hello. This counter handles corporate business. You can ask the person in charge in the room next door."

"Oh." Ye Huan could have cried at his own stupidity. He looked at the little slip of paper. Sure enough, corporate services.

"Hello. I sold something privately. How should I pay the tax?" He saw a small desk in the room, with a beautiful woman in her thirties sitting behind it.

"Hello. Please sit down. May I ask what you sold?" the beautiful woman asked politely.

Ye Huan wasted no words and simply handed her the contract stamped by the other party.

"Jadeite. Eighty million. My goodness." The beautiful woman stared at Ye Huan in astonishment. Suddenly, she thought this young man was incredibly handsome and especially charming, as though his whole body were glowing.

"Hello. You just need to pay twenty percent personal income tax," the beautiful woman told Ye Huan.

"All right. How do I pay it?" With the beautiful woman's help, Ye Huan then completed the largest tax payment of his life, step by step.

After collecting all his receipts, Ye Huan left, still in a daze. (Don't ask. If you do, the answer is that the plot needed it. Let's not discuss whether it's proper procedure. Who would go if it were proper procedure?)

At the China Construction Bank next door, he took another number and sat down to wait. Seeing over a dozen people ahead of him and not knowing how long the wait would be, he got up and found the lobby manager.

"Hello. I'd like to deposit some money."

"Hello, sir. Have you taken a number? Just wait your turn," the lobby manager said politely.

"Yes, but I'm depositing quite a bit. Is there a VIP counter?" Ye Huan asked.

"Hmm? Yes, there is. Come with me." There was no looking down on people through a dog's eyes. The lobby manager led Ye Huan into a small office.

"How much would you like to deposit?" The manager attended to him directly.

Thinking of the five million his grandfather wanted, his own preference for keeping some cash in his space, and setting aside some money to buy gold, Ye Huan said, "Let's deposit fifty million for now. I'd also like five million in cash. How many days will that take?"

He had never intended to transfer the money to his paternal aunt's family. He would give them cash. Which was more shocking, the figure of five million or five million in cash? Everyone should understand.

"How much?" The manager was stunned too. He really was a big client.

"Fifty million as a deposit, then five million in cash," Ye Huan repeated.

"Oh, yes, of course. For the cash, the day after tomorrow will do. I just need to submit a request in advance," the manager said. "With such a large sum, wouldn't you consider a wealth management product? The returns are quite good."

"I'm going to say this again, very seriously. Fifty million in a three-year fixed deposit. I only want savings, not wealth management. What's the current rate for a three-year fixed deposit?" Ye Huan knew the women had targets to meet, but he never considered such things. He didn't even use credit cards or Huabei.

"All right. A three-year fixed deposit qualifies for the large-deposit rate. Right now, we can offer 3.15 percent." Seeing his aversion to wealth management products, the manager didn't bring them up again. After all, such a large deposit had met her target.

"All right." Ye Huan knew interest rates were low now, generally below three percent. His mother and the others had mentioned it when they went to deposit that three million. They had negotiated a large-deposit rate too. These days, only the interest on large deposits was still decent.

After everything was processed and they agreed that Ye Huan would come back the morning after next to collect the cash, he left.

Since he rarely came to the county town, he browsed around while he was there, grabbed a bite by the roadside, and went to the mall. Ye Yingying and her close friend were coming to visit next month, and the renovations at his home were finished, so he went to buy a new bed and some brand-new bedding and such.

He also bought himself some more clothes and a laptop. He loved the safe house on the mountain behind his home, his own base, and planned to stay there for a while as soon as it was ready.

He stuffed the bedding into the car. The manufacturer would deliver the bed, table, and chairs directly, and Ye Huan headed home.

"I'll pick up the cash the day after tomorrow." Once home, Ye Huan showed his grandfather the bankbook, then told him he would collect the money the day after tomorrow.

"All right. Actually, transferring it to them then would be just the same," his grandfather said with a smile.