47: Chapter 47: Trading Tiangong-1 for a metal box? Are they crazy?

MixC Mall, Pizza Hut restaurant.

Su Xiaonuan held her phone, listened for a few seconds, and then hung up.

She looked up, her innocent yet alluring face devoid of expression.

"Boss Lin said it's okay."

Tang Qiqi's big eyes lit up instantly, and she almost jumped up in excitement.

Su Xiaonuan changed her tone, her gaze falling on Qin Yumo:

"But Boss Lin also said: If she dares to cause trouble at Tiangong No. 1, Coach Qin, you deal with her yourself."

"Don't worry! I'll be absolutely obedient!" Tang Qiqi raised three fingers, her pink lace gloves waving in the air,

"From today on, I am the magical guardian of Cloud Top Palace!"

Watching Tang Qiqi's carefree and thoughtless demeanor, Qin Yumo felt a prick in her chest.

During these few days at Cloud Top Palace, she had become all too aware of that man's paranoia.

He wouldn't even hire daily cleaners, citing that they couldn't be trusted.

Yet, for the sake of her bodyguard's personal connections, he made an exception.

Qin Yumo gritted her teeth.

She couldn't describe this feeling.

But one thing was certain—she had to become stronger. Strong enough to be worthy of this exception.

[Ding! Target Qin Yumo (Beauty 85), Favorability +2%! Current Favorability: 21%!]

[Favorability threshold broken, gained 50% of target's base attribute bonus! (Target Physique: 12, Spirit: 14)]

The three of them walked out of the restaurant and headed toward the entrance of MixC Mall.

Just as they passed the Chanel counter on the first floor, a tall sales clerk in uniform widened her eyes, trotting out in her high heels.

"Ms. Su!"

The clerk bowed at a ninety-degree angle, holding two bottles of chilled Perrier in both hands.

"Please, hydrate yourself."

Half a month ago, it was Su Xiaonuan's million-plus clearing order that made her the top salesperson of the month.

In this clerk's eyes, this petite girl was walking revenue.

Su Xiaonuan didn't refuse, casually taking the water and handing one bottle to Qin Yumo.

The clerk retreated to the side with practiced ease, not forgetting to nod respectfully to Tang Qiqi.

Tang Qiqi was completely stunned.

A Chanel clerk breaking store rules to run out and serve drinks on the street?

…Meanwhile. In the Southern District of Jiang City, on the main road. A fire-red Ferrari LaFerrari was weaving through traffic.

Lin Yuan sat in the passenger seat, eyes slightly closed.

[Host: Lin Yuan] [Physique: 36 (+6)] [Spirit: 54 (+7)] [Superpower: A-Rank [Dimensional Space] (Unawakened) / S-Rank [Sky Torrent] (Unawakened)]

A warm current exploded from his heart, flowing through his limbs and bones. His brain became instantly clear.

The Valkyrie's attributes were obtained; the next one would be the Ice Empress.

His expression had been gloomy when he left this morning because of the woman driving beside him.

The car was filled with the faint scent of roses.

Jiang Xiaowan held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand irritably brushed through her hair.

"Can you stop looking at me with those predatory eyes?"

Jiang Xiaowan glanced at Lin Yuan through the rearview mirror, her tone full of complaint,

"That 'mobile intensive care unit' you wanted, only the medical device company owned by President Chen in the North District has it in stock in all of Jiang City."

She stepped on the accelerator, and the LaFerrari let out a roar.

"But I went to talk to him. That equipment was already reserved by a private hospital and is being shipped tomorrow."

"President Chen wouldn't budge, saying he didn't dare ruin his company's reputation."

Jiang Xiaowan paused, then changed her tone, adopting a flattering manner:

"However, Boss Lin, you closed your crude oil futures positions and cashed out so much money. What's our next move in the financial war? Give me a straight answer, will you?"

Lin Yuan gave her a cold glance.

"Drive your car. I have to go in person for one piece of equipment, and you have the nerve to ask me about the next step?"

Jiang Xiaowan was choked up, curling her lip: You bastard, if it weren't for your usefulness, I would have thrown you out long ago.

[Ding! Target Jiang Xiaowan (Beauty 92), Favorability -1%! Current Favorability: 0%!]

Twenty minutes later, the LaFerrari stopped in front of an office building.

Jiang Xiaowan took Lin Yuan straight to the general manager's office on the eighteenth floor.

President Chen was a fat man in his fifties, sporting a shiny beer belly.

Seeing Jiang Xiaowan walk in with a young man, he immediately sprang from his seat and personally unscrewed the tea canister.

"Miss Jiang, it's not that I don't want to give the Jiang Family face."

President Chen pushed the two cups of tea toward them, "If I resell that intensive care unit to you today, I'll have to pay a 100 million penalty to the private hospital!"

"This is no joke. Business is business, reputation comes first, don't you agree?"

Jiang Xiaowan walked to the side, unscrewed an unopened bottle of water, signaling for the two of them to talk, as it had nothing to do with her.

Lin Yuan didn't even look at the tea, directly pulling that pure black bank card from his windbreaker pocket.

Slap. The black card landed on the mahogany coffee table in front of President Chen.

"The equipment costs 10 million; I'll pay the full amount now. Have it moved out immediately."

Lin Yuan stood there, looking straight at President Chen.

"As for the penalty," "I'll use Tiangong No. 1 as collateral. I'll sign an IOU for 100 million. In three months, I will pay you 100 million in cash."

President Chen's hand, holding the purple clay teacup, froze in mid-air; hot tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but he didn't even notice.

Jiang Xiaowan also widened her eyes, looking at Lin Yuan as if he were a madman.

Using a villa as collateral? Signing an IOU for 100 million? Just to buy a medical iron box that originally cost 10 million?!

And if this President Chen says the penalty is 100 million, it's really 100 million? He could have at least bargained.

Lin Yuan ignored her gaze completely.

At this moment, the renovation of Tiangong No. 1, the procurement of arms, and the hoarding of massive strategic supplies had already swallowed almost all his cash flow. But that didn't matter.

In three months, currency would be worthless paper. Contracts would be a joke. What he was signing was nothing more than a scrap of paper that would automatically become void when the apocalypse arrived.

President Chen swallowed hard, his brain whirring wildly. A villa... 100 million... To hell with reputation!

"Lin... Boss Lin, how generous!" President Chen suddenly put down his teacup, "I'll have the legal department draw up the contract and collateral agreement right away!"

In less than ten minutes, a thick contract was placed on the table. Lin Yuan took the pen, didn't even look at the terms, signed his name with a flourish, and pressed his thumbprint.

President Chen took the signed agreement, his fat face crinkling with a smile, and personally arranged for the company's heavy truck fleet to load the equipment.

The two walked out of the office building. Jiang Xiaowan, clicking along in her high heels behind Lin Yuan, finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Lin Yuan, have you lost your mind?"

Jiang Xiaowan looked incredulous, "Booking a top-tier ICU at City Center Hospital costs at most 20,000 a day. This 100 million is enough for you to lie in there until your next life!"

Lin Yuan stood by the LaFerrari's door, looking at the gloomy sky.

"You'll soon realize that there are some things in this world that, once missed, cannot be bought with any amount of money."

Jiang Xiaowan rolled her eyes and hurried to the driver's seat in her high heels.

The scene of the two standing by the car was seen clearly by someone in a black Mercedes-Benz across the street.

That was the blind date man from a few days ago at the Intercontinental Hotel, who had been on a date with Su Muxue but was exposed and slapped by Lin Yuan in front of everyone.

He had come here to discuss a project and didn't expect to see Lin Yuan from a distance.

The man rolled down the window and raised his phone. The lens zoomed in, precisely capturing the image of the two standing very close together.

He scrolled through the burst photos, his mouth twisting, and his thumb slid to his WeChat contacts.

Inside the LaFerrari. The engine roared, driving toward Cloud Top Palace.

Jiang Xiaowan rested her hands on the steering wheel, but couldn't help asking: "You still haven't said, where are we going to cycle the cash we pulled out?"

Lin Yuan turned his head, looking at her face full of worldliness,

"If you want to live long, be like me and exchange all available funds for supplies."

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze, "If you can't bear to part with those useless numbers, there will be a wave of huge profits in the pharmaceutical sector over the next half month."

Jiang Xiaowan's eyes lit up. Hoard supplies? She didn't have the time for that.

But hearing about the pharmaceutical sector, her keen business instinct was immediately triggered.

Yesterday's rumors of hospital lockdowns, the official denials, plus the current flu season. This was definitely insider information!

"You are high-brow; I am low-brow. I only love money."

Jiang Xiaowan immediately took out her phone, excitedly dialing the manager of her family's private equity fund, and began to make frantic arrangements.

Four in the afternoon. Cloud Top Palace, Villa 13.

The massive "mobile intensive care unit" was installed in the temporary medical area on the second floor under the direction of Lu Yan and Tank.

Various indicator lights lit up, and a pale blue sterile barrier formed inside the unit.

Lu Xixi lay inside the unit, a hint of color finally returning to her pale face, and her vital signs stabilized completely under the monitoring of the instruments.

Lu Yan looked at his daughter through the blast-proof glass, his eyes reddening—this iron-willed man.

He picked up the walkie-talkie wanting to say something, but hesitated to press the button.

In the lounge. Su Muxue, who had been under high-intensity mental strain for two consecutive days, finally took off her white coat, which was stained with the smell of disinfectant.

She leaned back on the sofa, exhausted, picked up a cup of cold coffee, and prepared to close her eyes and rest.

Buzz—buzz—the screen of her phone, which had been on silent for two days in her pocket, suddenly lit up.

Su Muxue opened her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed. She took out her phone. On the caller ID, two words flashed: "Father".