Chapter 497: The Most Loyal Friend

Zheng Qian's left and right brains began to struggle frantically.

Chen Chou had clearly done something; otherwise, he wouldn't be worried about being seen or recognized! But, if he had done something, why didn't it cause a commotion? And looking at the secretary's expression, it didn't seem like anything had happened at all!

Could it be...

that I've been overthinking it all along?

Actually, Chen Chou isn't that impressive, and feeling that the situation wasn't favorable, he retreated in the face of difficulties?

That would be for the best! Zheng Qian inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. Heh, I scared myself for nothing. Damn it, this Chen Chou doesn't look like much either! After all the build-up and foreshadowing earlier, I actually thought this kid was something special.

Watching Chen Chou's retreating figure, a flash of sharpness flickered in Zheng Qian's eyes.

"Thank you for your reminder, old gentleman, I will be careful."

Several people arrived in front of Rahman's study, and just as they were about to knock on the door, they saw him walking out to meet them.

Walking out alongside Rahman was a spirited old man. This person was wearing a black Tang suit, walking with vigor and a majestic stride. He bowed slightly to Rahman and strode away.

Before leaving, he cast a glance at Zheng Qian and the others, as if they weren't worth his attention, and then looked straight ahead.

"Apologies, my closest friend!" Rahman gripped Zheng Qian's hand with an apologetic face and said with a wry smile, "I originally intended to find you directly, but suddenly I had a rather important matter to discuss, so... you won't blame me, right?"

Hearing this, Zheng Qian laughed.

Blame you? How could I blame you?

You're actually a pretty good guy!

The fact that he is still alive and well is the greatest reward for me!

The two exchanged brief pleasantries, and then Rahman led Zheng Qian and his group into the study.

Vanekto nodded slightly at Zheng Qian without leaving a trace; it was evident that he was genuinely concerned about Zheng Qian and the others.

This also caused a warm current to surge in his heart. It seems that not everyone in this residence is driven by greed; there are still good people. Vanekto is truly excellent, and his skills are good; if only he could be requested from Rahman to protect him.

As long as he doesn't encounter anyone too freakish, he should be able to do as he pleases in the country, right?

He could definitely fight ten.

"Zheng, I know you already have plans to return to your country. Indeed, for a busy person of your level, a titan who controls so much capital, it is only right to be busy, so I will get straight to the point!"

"I need your help to compete for the position of Sultan. There is a very important assessment currently placed before us."

"It is simple, yet not simple. The United States' most advanced F-35 Lightning II fighter jet is not sold externally, and even if it were, they would only be stripped-down versions. Some time ago, through the cabinet, Father proposed a procurement..."

Listening to Rahman's words, Zheng Qian couldn't help but feel a sense of heart-palpitating fear.

This...

Is this something I should be hearing?

Damn it, I just want to make money and open a bank. If you tell me these things, are you really not thinking that I have lived too long?

Simply put, Oman knew that the United States would not sell this fighter jet externally, but still applied for it. The purpose was to let the world know that they intended to buy this. Knowing clearly that the US side would flatly refuse, then what?

Then there would be an excuse to contact Israel, because the Israeli side has them, but they cannot communicate through official channels.

So, a massive flow of funds is needed to open up a secret channel.

Zheng Qian was deeply convinced of this; he believed that the ultimate goal of this family was definitely not to buy these planes. Although certain neighboring countries have been restless recently, there was absolutely no need to purchase such a formidable fighter jet.

As for the purpose...

Zheng Qian had some ideas, but he dared not confirm them because it was simply too shocking.

"Heh, my friend, you know."

"Often, to obtain expensive, ultimate things, the price one needs to pay is also immense. Because this cannot go through official channels, before achieving the goal, a lot of money needs to be spent, and it cannot pass through cabinet approval, etc., and it cannot be easily detected by people from other countries. This is the final test Father gave us, and I think, it is probably the expectation of the nation as well."

"After all, only if that thing exists can this country truly be safe."

This was basically equivalent to telling Zheng Qian the purpose outright.

He did not answer immediately.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, his voice slightly hoarse, "Your Highness, do you trust me that much? You must know, I am a Jiuzhou person, not one of you Oman people. Furthermore... this matter is too shocking, what if it leaks out..."

"It will not, you, it will not."

Before Zheng Qian could finish, Rahman waved his hand.

He lit a cigar, allowed the tobacco aroma to fully diffuse in his mouth, and then slowly exhaled.

"Would a normal person think about establishing a headquarters bank in another country, and then be eager to transfer assets here? Friend, I am not saying you have ulterior motives, I want to say... you are a smart person, and smart people are very good at making choices."

"I told you this news, which is equivalent to you holding my leverage."

"And your money is deposited in my country, which is equivalent to me holding your leverage. Both of us have things the other does not want the outside world to know. In this situation, it is actually safest for you and me."

"So, if I don't discuss this matter with you, who else should I discuss it with?"

Incredible.

This was the only thought in Zheng Qian's mind at this moment.

This Rahman is truly an ambitious hero with great talent.

He believed that many families coveted that thing. If there was absolutely no hope of obtaining it, with Rahman's brains, he would not start a plan that is 'destined to fail.' He must have a trump card that he himself doesn't know about, one that is highly likely to succeed.

And the trigger to activate this trump card is money.

More importantly, Rahman is very right.

When two people both hold the other's most important leverage, the relationship between them will be the most unbreakable. He can enjoy unparalleled privileges in Oman, possessing a country as a backer.

"I can guarantee you, no matter how much money you deposit in the bank's vault, I will not send anyone to investigate, nor will I allow any national agency to query it. I swear in the name of the Saeed family, I swear on my life."

"If I break my oath, Allah will inflict the most cruel punishment upon me."

"Ten thousand deaths would not be enough to appease it."

Zheng Qian took a deep drag of his cigarette; only at this moment was he truly moved.

Very good, this is exactly what I wanted.

For this devout religious country, this poisonous oath is already extremely cruel, not to mention that the most proud name of the Saeed family is also gambled on it.

"Tell me, how much money do you need, my most loyal friend."

Zheng Qian flicked the ash off his cigarette and laughed.