Chapter 476: True Friends

Until he was sitting on the soft, comfortable sofa, Zheng Qian still hadn't recovered.

It was sheer luck just now; he even felt the female assassin's mercy. Clearly, one blade could have stabbed him directly, but she seemed to deliberately deviate from the intended path; otherwise, he would be nothing but a wandering ghost now.

Or perhaps she was too fixated on killing Rahman and didn't care about the others.

Regardless, Zheng Qian had saved his own life.

It was precisely during the woman's moment of hesitation that he seized the opportunity to push Rahman aside.

"Hiss—"

Zheng Qian was preparing to adjust his posture to a more comfortable angle when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He looked down abruptly and discovered that his black robe was already soaked—that... that was his own blood!

After the assassination occurred, Rahman had provided Zheng Qian with a different set of clothing, seemingly a more noble black robe.

But this had precisely masked the crimson of the blood.

Pulling back the black robe, he discovered a shocking wound.

"Damn it! Zheng, don't move. I will find the best doctor for you immediately!"

Rahman had just finished changing and walked in to see this scene. He immediately summoned the residence's doctor. Not long after, several doctors in white coats walked in and hurriedly bandaged Zheng Qian.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious. While it looked like a lot of blood, the wound was actually not deep; at least, the bone wasn't exposed.

"That was truly dangerous. If it had been just a little lower, it would have damaged your internal organs," the doctor said, still feeling lingering fear.

"Thanks for your hard work." Zheng Qian took a deep drag of his cigarette, his face covered in cold sweat.

Just then, an officer walked in, seemingly wanting to report something to Rahman. Zheng Qian knew they would definitely discuss the investigation results of this incident, which might involve some privacy, so he prepared to take off the translator on his ear.

"No need, Zheng. You are my true friend; there is nothing to avoid in this matter. If it weren't for you, I would be dead by now. Besides, you are also a victim and have the right to know."

Rahman waved his hand and nodded, saying, "Speak, there is no need to avoid my friend."

Just as the doctor finished bandaging Zheng Qian, he tactfully left.

The officer hesitated for a moment but still nodded:

"Yes! Your Highness, we indeed found two assassins at the bottom of the hot spring. However, their molars had been modified; when bitten, poison would flow out. There were no survivors, including the woman who just attacked."

"However, based on their techniques and weapons, we have basically determined..."

"We suspect it is possible that His Highness Rahad commissioned them, because the style is very similar to the previous batch of assassins we encountered."

"And it is indeed as Your Highness guessed; they originally intended to act inside. But because you suddenly changed your mind, she had to act early. Fortunately... she was stopped by this distinguished guest."

No wonder they were hesitant when speaking just now; it turned out it involved such a sensitive matter.

In that instant, Zheng Qian deeply regretted not taking off the translator.

Damn it, he didn't want to know such details, okay!

Since ancient times, people who know too much generally don't have a good end!

"I understand. Seal the information regarding this matter and do not leak it," Rahman pondered for a moment and said with a nod, "Musa, I trust you so much; I really don't want to encounter such a thing again. From now on, strictly investigate the interior of the residence for me. No matter who it is, even those Michelin chefs, do not let them off!"

"Yes!"

Musa's voice trembled slightly.

Rahman waved his hand wearily, and he immediately bowed respectfully and backed out as if granted amnesty.

"Zheng, I am truly sorry that I let you experience such a thing as well. Doesn't it sound ironic? My own older brother actually wants my life. More importantly... it is already 2023, and there are still such bloody wars over the throne."

He seemed truly saddened, took a sip of wine, his face flickering with emotion.

At this moment, Rahman did not look as decisive and ruthless as before.

He looked more like a younger brother who felt betrayed.

Zheng Qian took a drag of his cigarette, as he really didn't know what to say. After all, such a life was too far away from him, and, to be honest, he wasn't very good at comforting people. Should he say, "Don't take it to heart"?

Come on, he had just almost been killed.

"Zheng, actually, when I first brought you here, it was only because I thought you were very rich. Um... sorry, I also conducted an investigation into your background because I needed to ensure that those approaching me were not dangerous. I know you are an orphan, have billions in assets in Jiuzhou, and even recently bid on a piece of land for 18 billion..."

"Precisely because you are very rich, I hoped you could invest in me, attempting to use Isabella to lure you, get a hold on you, and make you truly a part of The Group representing my interests."

Speaking of this, Rahman gradually became serious.

He gazed earnestly into Zheng Qian's eyes, "But I want to confess now, sorry, my friend. Sitting in front of you now is not the Second Prince of Oman, Rahman Qasim Sayyid, who wants to compete for the Sultanate, but your friend."

Because of his identity as an orphan, Zheng Qian had been very sensitive since he was young and was good at reading people.

He could feel that Rahman was very serious.

"Actually, when I first approached you, my thoughts weren't that pure either. I hoped you could approve the relevant documents for establishing the bank. Of course... I also wanted to invest in a future Sultan. Now, I still think so, and even more firmly."

Zheng Qian slowly raised his head.

That's right, he wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Although he didn't quite agree with Rahman as a person and was quite repulsed by some of his actions, he hadn't come here just to make friends; he was here for the industry, for the bank, for the money.

Likewise, Zheng Qian would not hide his thoughts and stated his purpose very directly.

"Hahahaha, I like honest people."

Rahman's eyes lit up, and he poured a glass of wine for Zheng Qian, "But I don't want to talk about these overly utilitarian things today. Come, I know you have now become a top-tier wine supplier in Jiuzhou; take a look with your professional eye and see how it is."

Zheng Qian smiled bitterly and picked up the wine glass, thinking that Rahman's intelligence work was really quite thorough.

Fortunately, he had found many teachers to cram wine-tasting knowledge beforehand.

Taking a small sip...

Huh?

It actually seemed quite good?

"It's really quite good! My friend, can you give me a bottle when I leave?"

Zheng Qian wasn't being polite; he really felt it was quite good. The wine in the glass emitted a rich fruity aroma. Taking a light sip, the taste was mellow and smooth, the tannins were gentle, and the aftertaste was long, with faint hints of vanilla and oak.

Jin Lu would definitely like it.

"The glass you just drank costs one hundred thousand US dollars."