Chapter 473: I Can't Put It Down

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Although no actual sound was made, everyone heard it.

It was the sound of Lu Xiting's heart falling to the ground.

In fact, it wasn't just him; everyone present was dumbstruck, staring at Zheng Qian in shock, unable to speak for a long time. Exaggerated, it was simply too exaggerated. This number, even for them, was no simple matter.

12 billion USD, just said so casually?

Rahman's gaze toward Zheng Qian was now filled with something strange.

He glanced down at his phone; this was the latest intelligence regarding Zheng Qian and Wei Rusi. Although he had previously gathered some general information and gained a simple understanding of Zheng Qian, his actions this time in Oman made him feel compelled to re-evaluate him.

Seeing Wei Rusi in particular made Rahman look at her with new eyes. Originally, he only thought she was a companion, translator, or secretary by Zheng Qian's side, but now it seemed she was far more extraordinary than he had imagined.

The aura of a "New Generation Banker" is not something just anyone can bear.

Isabella was even more so.

Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Zheng Qian, her breathing even becoming a bit hurried, and a faint flush spread across her originally fair skin. However, it soon faded away in the sea breeze, returning to her usual frosty appearance.

Zheng Qian took a deep drag of his cigarette and nodded, saying, "Little Lu, don't feel like this is a high-pressure number, and don't live so tiredly. You can completely shift this pressure onto your parents; if you don't push them, they won't even know how capable they are. Try it, make a call. What if you get some surprising news?"

Lu Xiting wiped away cold sweat, hiding his expression within the swirling cigar smoke.

He had already cursed Zheng Qian's ancestors up to eighteen generations in his heart.

Call now? Surprising news?

He was afraid his father would be so angry he'd banish him from the family directly.

If he couldn't even secure this poseidon era that Monica had long desired, how would he explain it when he went back?

"We are all adults; let's discuss a trade calmly. I have acquired some shares in an oil field project in Haiti. It pays out 1 billion USD annually, and it increases year by year. I am also trying to acquire shares from other shareholders."

"I will pay 8 billion USD to buy the yacht, and then transfer these oil field shares to you."

"You withdraw. How about it?"

Lu Xiting was worthy of coming from a big family; although his composure was lacking, far less calm than Arthur, he was still decent. After a brief period of thought, he offered a reconciliation plan that showed Zheng Qian some sincerity.

If it were anyone else, they might have chosen to agree without any hesitation.

One had to know that oil field shares were not that easy to acquire, especially with such astonishing annual output.

It was equivalent to Zheng Qian not having to do anything; as long as he didn't participate in the competition for this yacht, he could get over 1 billion USD for nothing every year.

Few people would refuse.

Pierce shook his head and sighed:

"Good heavens, damn God... Why didn't you give me a revelation earlier? If I had just gritted my teeth and persisted a bit longer, even if I had lied about being able to pull out over 10 billion, wouldn't I have been able to get a hefty profit for nothing?"

No one would question Lu Xiting; many people knew his family worked in this line of business.

Moreover, in this setting, lying in front of Rahman, the price would simply be too high.

This Lu Xiting is indeed interesting.

Zheng Qian flicked the ash from his cigarette, thinking this to himself.

After all, Lu Xiting didn't have a system; bringing out such a golden goose was indeed very bold. But, this alone was far from enough. Because as long as Zheng Qian bought it, he could turn around and get a 120 billion USD rebate.

What kind of concept was this? His oil field would take 120 years to give that much money.

Zheng Qian didn't think he could live that long.

Lu Xiting stared intently at Zheng Qian's eyes, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. This matter should be settled. 8 billion USD was not a small amount, but it was better than truly having to bankrupt his family and scrape together over 10 billion to throw in.

He was certain Zheng Qian would waver; doing nothing and getting this money for free every year.

If it were him, if not for the fact that he wanted to give it to Monica as a gift, he would definitely have agreed.

Wei Rusi's eyes darted around, and she leisurely took a sip of the coffee provided by Isabella, also trying to guess Zheng Qian's thoughts. Many of Zheng Qian's previous industries in the country were small-time, but if he could get the oil field shares, the significance would be completely different.

If the occasion weren't a bit sensitive, and it weren't inappropriate for her to suggest it directly to Zheng Qian, she would definitely have hoped he would agree.

Obtaining the shares would be equivalent to indirectly obtaining the qualification to enter this market.

He could completely continue to try and acquire shares of other oil companies abroad, which could earn hefty profits every year.

But...

If Zheng Qian didn't agree, it actually didn't matter.

As long as this trip to Oman ended and he returned to Shanghu to help Jin Lu complete that matter...

That was also an equally great achievement.

Not to mention, this poseidon era was actually really good-looking.

"I refuse."

Zheng Qian shook his head slightly, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, "Little Lu, I admit you have a lot of guts, but it's not enough to move me. My sister-in-law likes this yacht very much, so I can't give it up."

"Hmm... to make you feel better, I'll add some more to the price."

"15 billion USD, let's leave it at that."

As Zheng Qian said this, he handed over his violet bank card and nodded with a smile at Isabella.

Huh?

Lu Xiting's jaw was about to drop to the ground.

He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He stood up abruptly, gritting his teeth as he said, "Are you serious? You actually dare to refuse me? And you want to use 15 billion USD to buy this yacht? Damn it... Do you remember what its starting price was? 5 billion USD! You spent an extra 10 billion; are you trying to go against me?"

Looking at his furious expression, Zheng Qian could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

He sighed, "Little Lu, you really disappoint me. Just now, your act of pretending to be cool and deep was pretty good, so why couldn't you keep it up? It's just an extra 10 billion; is that a lot?"

"You—!"

Lu Xiting was trembling like a sieve, his face red and neck thick with anger.

It's over. If he couldn't buy this yacht, then the matter between him and Monica...

Damn it!

But he had no bargaining chips left now!

He could only watch helplessly as Zheng Qian swiped his card, made the payment, and went through the relevant procedures.

"Give me your passport."

Zheng Qian patted Wei Rusi's little butt.

Hmm, this tactile sensation was really quite good, very bouncy; he was finding it hard to put his hand down.