178: Chapter 178 I suspect you're a liar

Mark was stunned for a long while, finally gave up struggling, and smiled bitterly, "It seems I really need a Chinese tutor."

Zhao Yang smiled and switched to fluent English, "So, let's use English for today's conversation; I can understand it."

Mark looked at Zhao Yang in surprise and exclaimed, "My god, for a Dragon citizen, it's truly surprising that you can speak with such a standard London aristocratic accent."

"Alright, Mr. Mark, now that we've solved the communication issue, let's talk business. You know, my time is very precious." After saying this, Zhao Yang put on an attentive look.

Mark coughed lightly, put on the air of a financial elite, opened his laptop, and projected the screen, which displayed a beautifully crafted example of an asset allocation plan.

"Mr. Zhao, our company specializes in providing asset allocation services for global high-net-worth individuals, including offshore trusts, Family offices, cross-border tax planning, and multi-currency portfolio management. Our core advantage lies in..."

"Wait a moment..." Zhao Yang raised his hand to interrupt him, pointing at a number on it, "What does that 1000 mean? One thousand dollars?"

Mark smiled, "The unit is ten thousand."

"Dollars?"

"Yes." Mark smiled, "We are very professional at managing assets in the tens of millions of dollars range. And for such clients, we have a special private club that holds annual..."

"Wait." Zhao Yang looked disdainful, "Mr. Mark, are you looking down on me?"

"Huh?" Mark was stunned, "Mr. Zhao Yang, I absolutely have no intention of looking down on you. Did my tone of voice offend you?"

Zhao Yang crossed his arms, looking suspicious, "Pardon my bluntness, but if you aren't looking down on me, then you are a fraud."

Mark was startled, but forced himself to remain calm on the surface, "Sir, my identity and my Aptitude are all verifiable. Mr. Zhao Yang, if you don't believe me, I can right now..."

"If you aren't a fraud, then what's the meaning of using ten million dollars for your example? Are you messing with me?"

"This..." Mark had a realization—these Dragon officials really had a ridiculous sensitivity. Although he found it funny, he put on an apologetic expression, "I am truly sorry, this ten million dollars is just an example to demonstrate our company's professional standards. In fact, most of our company's clients are basically in the million-dollar range."

"Fuck! Shit!" Zhao Yang threw out two common English words, stood up, grabbed his bag, and walked out.

Mark was even more confused—this wasn't good enough either? Why were they so hard to please?

Although he thought this, he still hurried forward and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao Yang, please don't misunderstand. We have a wide range of clients, with assets from over a hundred thousand to several hundred thousand dollars..."

Zhao Yang spun around and pointed at Mark's nose, "Shut your mouth. Who do you think you're looking down on? What hundred thousand, several hundred thousand? Do I need you to manage that pittance of money?"

Mark was stunned, "Mr. Zhao Yang, I don't quite understand what you mean. At the beginning, we used ten million dollars as..."

"As what? A mere ten million dollars, who are you trying to insult?" Zhao Yang took out his phone and shoved it in Mark's face, "Look, this is the balance I checked before I came. How much does the bank text message show?"

Mark glanced at it and immediately saw, "This... five hundred million?"

Zhao Yang hummed triumphantly, "Good that you recognize it. Ten million dollars isn't even one-sixth of what I have, and you have the nerve to bring it up in front of me?"

"Mr. Zhao Yang... you actually keep all five hundred million in one account?" Mark showed an expression of surprise.

"You don't believe me?" Zhao Yang handed over the phone, "You check it, you know how to check, right? It's our Magic City Commercial Bank."

Mark hesitated for a moment, then took the phone and entered the SMS command to check. Shortly after, the bank's message came back, same as the last one, it was a balance of five hundred million.

Mark swallowed hard and gave a sheepish smile, "Mr. Zhao Yang, I am truly sorry, I misjudged your financial strength. Your assets are already worth us deploying a team to serve you. If..."

"There are no ifs. You have already lost my trust, and I highly doubt your professional standards." Zhao Yang said this with his mouth, but he was secretly laughing inside.

He could indeed easily come up with five hundred million in cash, but he would never keep five hundred million in demand deposits on a single bank card. That balance inquiry was just a small piece of software he had made, purely to bluff people.

"Mr. Zhao Yang, our company serves over a hundred thousand high-net-worth individuals and possesses..."

"I don't believe it." Zhao Yang shook his head, "You finance types have too many tricks. I don't want to hear you bluffing me with empty concepts anymore; I want to see real cases. Song Siming mentioned you, he must be your client, I want to see how you manage things for him. Besides him, you need to show me a few more real client situations. Otherwise, I absolutely won't believe you have the ability to manage this much money. Although I have a lot of money, it didn't just blow in on the wind!"

Mark showed a troubled expression, "Mr. Zhao Yang, we are not allowed to disclose client account information."

"I just want to take a look on your computer so I have an idea. If even that won't work, then forget it. I'll just go buy houses with this money, at least it can maintain its value!" After saying this, Zhao Yang walked out again.

"Mr. Zhao Yang." Mark hurriedly stopped him, "Please wait a moment, let me make a phone call to ask for instructions."

After speaking, he ran outside the meeting room and pretended to make a phone call. In fact, Mark had already decided to show him some real things—he had inferred from Zhao Yang's behavior of keeping all five hundred million in cash in one account that Zhao Yang was a financial novice, and showing him some client information wouldn't hurt.

Moreover, he firmly believed that Zhao Yang's money was not clean and definitely required asset transfer. Making the call was purely to make himself look professional.

Shortly after, Mark returned and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have received authorization from the company to show you some real client data and wealth returns."

"Alright, let me see."

Subsequently, Mark displayed the asset custody status of seven Magic City officials, including Song Siming.

After seeing it, Zhao Yang immediately snapped his fingers, "I believe you now. I have decided to entrust this five hundred million to you to manage."

Mark was immediately overjoyed, "Then Mr. Zhao Yang, I will prepare the relevant Materials for you tonight, and we can sign the contract tomorrow."

Zhao Yang waved his hand, "Tomorrow won't do, tomorrow is not a good day for anything. Three days from now is an auspicious day, suitable for breaking ground, suitable for weddings, suitable for making alliances. Let's make it three days from now."

"What do you mean?" Mark was completely confused.

"According to your foreign saying, it's..." Zhao Yang paused, "The day three days from now is the day blessed by God. Signing the contract then will bring good luck. Understand?"

Mark nodded, seemingly understanding, "I think I understand. Then on the fourth day, we will sign the contract. Mr. Zhao Yang, I have prepared a dinner, please..."

"Forget the dinner, I have an appointment today. Goodbye."

"That... is a pity. Next time then."

"Alright, when we sign the contract, I'll treat you." Zhao Yang immediately shook hands with Mark in a friendly manner and turned to leave.

He returned to the car, and his phone suddenly rang; it was a call from Chen Shuting. He hurriedly pressed the answer button, but didn't speak, just listened quietly.

"Director Song, you were right, the environment here is indeed quite nice, it makes one... very relaxed. What floor is this again? Right... the eighth floor, 520, right?" Chen Shuting's voice came from the phone, filled with a sense of laziness.