Chapter 459: How did she catch a fever?

"Oh, respected Mr. Sayyid, may I ask what you need?"

"In our country, there is only one Mr. Sayyid, and that is my father, the Sultan. You should just call me Rahman. I hear you are currently in Sohar? I saw a merger application; would you like to come over to my place and chat?"

"I didn't expect such a small matter to disturb you. Well... then I shall accept your invitation."

"Very well, I will send someone to pick you up shortly."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Rusi looked at Zheng Qian as if she had seen a ghost.

Originally, her scheduled plan was to submit an application to establish a bank to local officials through some friends in the financial sector. Lindsay had already started arranging this, and they would likely get a result soon.

But as far as she knew, the results might not be good. Although this place was also a famous international financial haven, the economic policies in recent years had been relatively tight. The threshold for such applications had been raised, and they would not easily allow entry. Wei Rusi was anxious to bring Zheng Qian here, thinking about whether there was an opportunity to pave the way with money, preferably finding a way to see the local financial official.

Wei Rusi really didn't dare to hope to see Rahman; after all, his status was too noble.

But!

Zheng Qian actually managed to do it with just such a small livestream?

Zheng Qian was currently enjoying Wei Rusi's gaze. Hmm, very good, this was exactly the feeling of shock he wanted. She was truly too smart, and everything was arranged in an orderly manner. But it seemed she wasn't truly omnipotent after all.

"I'm even starting to suspect that Cindy was someone you arranged in advance. How did you think of this method? Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, the effect seems quite good."

Wei Rusi was silent for a long time before she managed to squeeze out these words.

"Actually, what I did wasn't just what you saw. Long before we set off, I had already arranged for Xia Xixi to invest in the charitable foundation under Rahman, such as the Women's Protection Association, Children's Protection, Protection for the Disabled, and so on..."

"All in all, it totaled ten billion US dollars."

"It should all be in the account by now, and someone must have reported this to Rahman. Coupled with the commotion I made on the media platform just now, it clearly started to truly attract his attention, and he believes I am his person."

"That's enough, isn't it?"

"The livestream was just a lead-in; what I really wanted to do was to send a signal."

Zheng Qian's actions today completely overturned the impression he had originally left in Wei Rusi's mind. In the past, in her eyes, Zheng Qian was just a playboy with a little bit of brains and seemingly endless money. But today's methods truly exceeded her expectations.

"Then aren't you afraid that the Second Prince will fail to seize the throne? In case the First Prince, Rahad, takes the throne and holds a grudge against you, he could just issue a law to seize all your assets, and all the money in the bank would become his!"

Wei Rusi still couldn't help but ask.

Zheng Qian waved his hand, lit a cigarette, smiled, and stood up to walk outside.

"Don't worry, I understand these consequences. And I wouldn't be stupid enough to express support for the Second Prince on one hand, while being ambiguous with the First Prince on the other. Since ancient times, fence-sitters have died miserably. If we're going to play, we should play thoroughly."

In fact, Zheng Qian did not tell Wei Rusi the real reason.

When he learned about the current political situation in the country of Oman, he felt some emotion lurking in his bones. Only at this moment did he finally confirm it; he originally thought it was an adventurer's spirit, but it wasn't—it was a gambler's mindset.

The money he invested in Rahman's foundation did not all get a cashback; only those where women were in charge of the foundation received system rewards. But even so, plus the SUN and other investments he just bought... added together, the assets he could control now were an terrifying eight hundred and seventy billion.

As long as he was willing, he could make this money double again in an instant. Ordinary money-farming actions could no longer satisfy Zheng Qian's appetite. So when he learned that the First Prince and the Second Prince were secretly competing for the throne, he had this idea: why not start a high-stakes gamble, and simply bet on the Second Prince, Rahman, whose situation on the surface was not looking good?

Providing help in times of need is always more appreciated than adding flowers to embroidery. If he invested heavily in his path to power, Rahman would definitely regard Zheng Qian as his closest comrade-in-arms. In this way, once he successfully took the throne, the things he would give to Zheng Qian would be even more.

Establishing the bank headquarters here would provide unprecedented security, and no one would be able to touch his money.

Of course, if the attempt to seize the throne failed, the consequences would be very tragic. But Zheng Qian didn't care. Even if all eight hundred billion were detained by the First Prince, so what? As long as Zheng Qian was willing, in a month's time... no, if handled properly, in three days—three days of desperate money-farming—he would still be able to earn it all back.

This process was exciting, and he needed this kind of excitement to add some challenges for himself. Just farming money was too boring. Investing in a future king, how about that?

Just then, a black and gold Lamborghini Urus slowly arrived in front of them. The driver got out of the car very nimbly to open the door, bowed slightly, and said, "His Highness the Prince sent me; please, both of you, get in."

He recognized him at a glance, without even asking, which Zheng Qian was not surprised by at all. If he couldn't even confirm such a small matter, then he would have truly underestimated Rahman.

Actually, this model of car was not expensive; the top-trim price was only over three million. But he could tell that this must be a special custom version for the royal family. The car body was domineering, and the riding experience was very good.

He had seen reports before that the carbon fiber exterior power kit alone cost over 2 million Jiuzhou coins. Not to mention the interior and other power modifications, the zero-to-one-hundred-kilometer acceleration was only 3 seconds.

[Pop—] As soon as the two of them sat in the back, the driver pressed a button. Suddenly, the back seat and the front driver's seat were completely blocked by a partition. Obviously, this was also specially customized, um... meaning... no matter what happened in the back, the driver could not see or hear it.

Wei Rusi was also an "experienced driver," and her pretty face flushed red instantly. Their relationship must have been misunderstood by this driver!

"Sisi, why do you feel like you have a fever?"

Zheng Qian actually didn't think that much. He was just pondering why there was a partition when he saw Wei Rusi blushing like peach blossoms. He hurriedly grabbed her hand with concern. Because the back was too spacious and it was troublesome to reach out, he simply pulled her into his arms and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

Oh no, why does she seem even hotter?