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Wang Minghui explained in a difficult tone, "President Huang, our line of work involves significant risks, and it's not just me earning money here. Money needs to be spent on various connections throughout our network; I really can't offer any discount."

"Alright then," Huang Weicheng said helplessly, "if it has to be seventy percent, it has to be. What do you need me to do?"

He knew that if he wanted to transfer the funds tonight, Wang Minghui was the only one who could help.

If no discount was possible, he simply had to accept it.
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Accepting this rate, he would still have six billion.

If he didn't accept it, by the time the court convened tomorrow morning to announce the verdict, he wouldn't have a single penny.

Wang Minghui immediately smiled, "What you need to do is quite simple: just give me your bank account number and password. I guarantee that before dawn tomorrow, I will have transferred the money to your overseas bank account."

Huang Weicheng narrowed his eyes, "What if you transfer all my money away and leave none for me?"

This worry was not unfounded.

If he divulged his bank account and password and the other party transferred the money away without leaving any for him, then he would have no way to get back at them.

If he had money, he could still seek vengeance.

Without money, revenge would be pointless.

So, engaging in this transaction still carried substantial risks.

Wang Minghui said with a smile, "President Huang, rest assured, our business prides itself on reputation. I have been in this industry for many years and would not ruin the hard-earned credibility over such a sum of money."

Who knows?

Huang Weicheng muttered to himself, but he knew he had no choice but to trust the other party, so he said, "Okay, I trust you!"

After hanging up the phone, he sent several bank account numbers and passwords to Wang Minghui.

After doing this, Huang Weicheng felt as though he had aged ten years.

Seventy percent of the money, just gone like that.

If Wang Minghui lacked integrity, it would all be gone.

However, he believed that Wang Minghui would not deceive him.

After charging a seventy percent fee, it was unnecessary to risk his reputation just for the remaining thirty percent.

Gathering his composure, Huang Weicheng packed some things and called his subordinates, asking them to prepare the private jet and apply for a flight to Southeast Asia.

His wife and children were all vacationing abroad.

Being the only one in the country was not inconvenient.

Stepping out of the villa, Huang Weicheng looked back at his mansion and sighed.

Once abroad, he knew living as comfortably as he did in China was unlikely.

Landing in such a predicament was all Xu Yang's doing.

Thinking about how he had moved the money brought him considerable relief.

"No matter what, you won't get a penny!"

Huang Weicheng snorted coldly.

He got in the car and left for the airport.

...

On Xu Yang's end.

He received a report from Ma Yangrong on the phone, "President Xu, Huang Weicheng has found an international fixer to transfer all his cash overseas."

Xu Yang frowned, "Is it possible to stop it?"

After such a long battle with Huang Weicheng, he naturally wanted to profit from Huang Weicheng's loss.

In his view, the money in Huang Weicheng's hands was already his.

"It's possible," Ma Yangrong said with a smile, "but I just wanted to ask, do we really have to completely annihilate him? If we block his funds, even if he makes it overseas, he'll be living at the very bottom."

Xu Yang snorted coldly, "He brought this upon himself."

Ma Yangrong laughed, "Understood, I'll get right on it."

...

America, a certain villa.

It was nearing noon in America at this time.

Wang Minghui lay on a chair in the courtyard, soaking up the sun.

Two blond, blue-eyed beauties were attending to him; one was massaging his shoulders, the other, his feet.

Life was comfortable indeed.

Just then, the phone on the table next to him began to ring.

His phone was different from regular ones; it was larger than the average mobile phone.

It was a satellite phone, difficult to intercept and with a signal no matter where you went.

Wang Minghui was in the money laundering business and needed this type of phone for it to be secure enough.

If he used those regular smartphones, he would have been caught and thrown in jail long ago!

After several rings, Wang Minghui answered, "Hello, is it done?"

The person on the other end was his connection in a domestic bank, named Ye Chen.

This time, making money was all about having the other party handle the operation.

Ye Chen's slightly tense voice came through, "Boss Wang, there is some danger this time!"

"How could there be danger?" Wang Minghui frowned, "You never mentioned any danger before when you were transferring money for those corrupt officials. Huang Weicheng's money is all clean; it's just a matter of moving it. What danger could there be?"

Ye Chen explained, "Boss Wang, I'm not lying, this situation is different from the past. I just submitted the transfer request, and my superior suddenly said it needed to be reviewed, which is unprecedented!"

"Damn it, it's almost midnight over there; don't your bank leaders need to sleep?" Wang Minghui was somewhat at a loss for words, "Do this, tell your leader you made a mistake in the operation, and retract the application. Your leader can't possibly stay awake forever, right? Once he's asleep, you make the transfer, just bypass him and do it directly, that should work, right?"

Ye Chen was silent.

This kind of operation was against regulations and illegal.

However, he had done it many times before, one more time wouldn't make much of a difference.

So he nodded, "Okay, I'll try again later."

"Hmm." Wang Minghui nodded in satisfaction, hung up the phone, and set it aside.

This time he might earn an extra ten percent.

The commission on this additional ten percent was very high; it meant he could make quite a bit more.

Just as he began to laugh, the phone rang again.

Seeing an unfamiliar number on the caller ID, he answered, "Hello?"

A young and unfamiliar voice came through the phone, "Wang Minghui, Huang Weicheng's money is mine. You better not touch it!"

Wang Minghui was caught off guard by this abrupt statement.

He quickly realized what was happening.

Huang Weicheng must be in trouble if he was trying to move his money overseas overnight.

Piecing together what the caller had said, it seemed Huang had been dealt with by this person, who was now trying to flee with the funds.

Given that this person had traced him and even made the call, it was clear they were no ordinary player.

Wang Minghui asked, "May I know who I'm speaking with?"

"I am Xu Yang," Xu Yang gave his name and continued, "I expended a great deal of resources to deal with Huang Weicheng. His money is mine, and by moving it, you're touching my money, understand?"

Wang Minghui inquired, "Xu Yang? Are you the owner of Jiang Di Lao, Xu Yang?"

Even though he was in the States, he still followed news from China.

He had heard about a remarkable young man who burst onto the business scene in China the past year.

In just one year, his worth had soared into the tens of billions.

Most famously, he started a hotpot restaurant called Jiang Di Lao.

The restaurant was booming, likely to become a hundred-billion empire within five years.

It was also said that Xu Yang might soon become the wealthiest man in China and possibly the world, marking him as the youngest to ever be the richest man in China and the world.

"That's right, it's me," Xu Yang confirmed.

"Boss Xu, I'm just running a small business, I had no idea that was your money," Wang Minghui said in a jocular tone.

"Now you know. I hope you won't take any action, or you will bear the consequences!"

With that, Xu Yang hung up the call.