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Chapter 563 $2.35 Billion Cashback Reward
"Mr. Han, I'm sorry to bother you while you're on vacation."

"Although I have already sent you a text message and an email, I feel that I should call you in person to express my gratitude."

December 17, 2016, Saturday, 10:00 AM.

The Ritz London, Royal Suite.

Barbara was getting ready at her vanity in the master bedroom, preparing for the upcoming Premier League match. Meanwhile, Han Yi, already dressed, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, gazing at the bustling traffic on Piccadilly Street outside.

The phone, held in my palm, carried Gary Barnett's slightly hoarse New York accent.

On the other end of the phone was New York at five in the morning. Han Yi could imagine that the head of Extell, who had overcome the crisis at the last moment, was probably filled with emotion, mixed feelings, and so excited that he tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

"Good morning, Mr. Barnett." Han Yi's tone was calm, as if he were discussing the weather. "I just got up and haven't had time to check my emails yet. But... congratulations in advance, it seems Blackstone has given you final confirmation?"

“Yes! Yes!” Gary’s voice was filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster. “The $2.35 million, not a penny less, was paid in full to Blackstone before the end of yesterday’s banking day. The loan has been repaid on time. I… Mr. Han, I really don’t know what to say. You have kept every promise.”

"I always keep my word. That's who I am, Mr. Barnett."

He was secretly thrilled, but he maintained a nonchalant demeanor—not for any other reason than that this low-key, pretentious manner, like that of a reclusive master, made him feel even better.

Following his meeting with Gary Barnett that day, he quickly replied to Han Yi's message. SMI's attitude was very positive; they welcomed any financing attempts that could keep the Central Park Tower project going.

After all, the shares were given by Gary Barnett's Extell Development Company, so it wouldn't affect SMI in the slightest.

With the partner's approval, Gary Barnett sent the drafted agreement to Han Yi that same day. Han Yi didn't delay at all; after Jordan Bromley reviewed and approved the agreement, it was immediately handed over to Antoine Gashe for processing.

An investment manager, who was vacationing in the French Alps, put down his ski poles and rushed back to the hotel to help his boss complete the entire process of signing the agreement before 5 p.m. East Coast time.

Next came a series of massive sums of money being deposited into Extell's company account.

The initial payment of $3000 million arrived as promised within 24 hours of the agreement being signed.

The source of these funds is clear and direct—in Han Yi's personal account, excluding the $1.33 million that can only be withdrawn from his Chase Wealth Management account next March, there is still a cash balance of $6743.4 million, which is a slight increase from before, because this includes the reward cashback settled after successfully giving gifts to Xiaoru, Youzhen, Madison, and Barbara.

According to the long-standing principles of U.S. tax law established in Higgins v. Commissioner in 1941, family offices like Han Capital, set up to manage Han Yi's personal assets, are not eligible for tax deductions under Section 212 of the IRS. Therefore, even if the $3000 million is transferred from the personal account to the company account as investment funds, no corresponding tax deduction can be generated. However, correspondingly, capital flows between Han Yi and his family office are much freer and faster, as it is considered an extension of Han Yi as a tax entity.

This is the fundamental reason why Han Yi dared to promise that the first batch of funds would arrive within 24 hours after the agreement was signed.

The next payment received on December 13 was a two-year loan of $85 million from CEP-III to Extell Development, with an annual interest rate of 7%.

At this point, CEP-III has essentially used 100% of its funds, leaving only $164 million in cash on hand.

As for the $120 million that arrived yesterday, it was a cash bonus from the memorandum following the purchase of the Adele 2 portrait.

When withdrawing the cash from the memo, Han Yi was cautious. He didn't directly withdraw the huge sum to his personal account in North America or Europe. Instead, he typed in the memo asking if it was possible to use a discreet limited liability company like S42H19, with Gary Barnett's consent and with Han Capital providing a formal POA, to directly pay the funds to Extell on behalf of Han Capital.

They gave an affirmative answer.

The memorandum of understanding regarding the limited liability company that would provide the return bonus wasn't limited to S42H19. Han Yi astutely realized that the cash bonus he received after purchasing the collection in Argossi was wired by MC94H11Y11 LLC., a company that had never appeared before.

And this time, they allowed him to use MC94H11Y11 LLC.

I don't know what MC means, but 94/11/11 is exactly his birth date, and HY is the abbreviation of his name.

Outsiders can deduce the intricate connections between this limited liability company and Han Yi, but they cannot trace the origins of its actual shareholders.

The $1.2 million remitted by MC94H11Y11 LLC, plus the $8500 million from CEP-III and the $3000 million from his personal account, exactly raised the $2.35 million needed for Extell to repay the loan from Blackstone Group.

This combination of moves was executed covertly, efficiently, and flawlessly.

In this way, Han Yi not only perfectly fulfilled the contract, but more importantly, he cleverly isolated his mysteriously created funds from the conventional investment channels of Han Capital and Carlyle Group.

Even Antoine Gashe, who was the investment manager overseeing the entire transaction process, only knew that the boss had made the payment through "an undisclosed private entity entrusted with the transaction," and would never have guessed the true source of this nine-figure sum.

If someone insists on being meticulous and digging deep into the details, they will only find layers upon layers of limited liability companies with cross-shareholdings, ultimately breaking down with an investment group registered in the British Virgin Islands or the Cayman Islands.

“Now you can have a relaxing Christmas, Gary.”

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I'm not a person who likes to relax; long breaks only give me nightmares. In those nightmares, I always overthink the problems I might encounter after the holiday."

"That's a good habit, but at least you don't have to worry about me. The rest of the money will arrive on time, just as I promised."

“I’m not worried about you at all. The conviction, commitment, and honesty you’ve shown are qualities I’ve seen in very few people in my career.” Gary paused, then laughed again in a hoarse voice. “But I have more to worry about, don’t I? I still need to raise $10 billion, and that’s just the funding gap for CPT.”

“While that’s true, Gary, you should always remember…”

At this point, Han Yi abruptly stopped speaking.

It wasn't because he forgot what he was going to say next, but because his world-famous supermodel girlfriend had just opened the bedroom door.

She was leaning against the door, arms crossed, her gaze intense, and a charming smile on her face.

"Ah, Gary, I have something to take care of here, I might have to hang up now. Let's talk again after the holiday, okay?"

“Of course, Yi… Whenever you return to New York, please let me know, and this dinner will be on me.”

"Of course you should treat me. You've drained all my cash flow, and now I don't have a single penny in my wallet."

"Haha, that's very funny. Happy holidays, buddy, enjoy your vacation."

"You too, Gary, savor the victory."

"Let's savor it together... Thank you again, Yi, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Han Yi spoke those last few words almost instinctively, because his mind and gaze were already firmly fixed on Barbara Pavin.

“Oh my god, baby.” Han Yi tossed his phone onto the sofa and slowly walked towards Barbara. “You look absolutely…”

"What's wrong with you?" Barbara tilted her head, looking at him with a charmingly innocent expression.

What's going on?
Guys...

Who remembers what Barbara Pavon wore when she went to the Parc des Princes to watch a PSG match?
Well, fuck...she's wearing exactly that right now.

Even their makeup is exactly the same.

The same.

She wore a meticulously tailored black double-breasted trench coat, the hem swaying elegantly above her knees, exuding composure and presence. The collar of the trench coat was casually left open, revealing the secret of what she wore underneath.

Inside was a white women's suit, with smooth, clean lines. The collar of the suit jacket was also open, revealing even more of the black deep V-neck dress underneath.

The dress features a bold and deep V-neck that extends all the way to the deepest part of her chest, yet is cleverly concealed by the suit jacket and trench coat, revealing only a dazzling expanse of skin as smooth and delicate as the finest porcelain.

It was her delicate collarbone, her slender swan neck, and that breathtakingly white expanse set against the backdrop of her pure white suit and composed black.

Her hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, its natural curls framing her already flawless face. In the soft light of a London winter morning, her lake-blue eyes shone like two of the purest gems, sparkling with a mischievous yet captivating light.

It is an effortless yet incredibly impactful beauty.

It's sophisticated, sexy, and has a touch of languid European charm, yet it's also made special by the girlish innocence she displays in front of her boyfriend.

Han Yi felt his throat was a little dry.

"You look..."

As Han Yi approached his girlfriend, he reached out to support her waist, but stopped mid-air just before he could touch her, as if he couldn't bear to disturb such a rare treasure.

"It's simply..."

“This is the second time you’ve said ‘absolutely’,” Barbara said with a smile, shaking her head. “Can you even describe it?”

"No, I can't describe it. I give up, I have nothing to say." Han Yi surrendered. "You're simply not someone who was born into this world."

"Is it so beautiful?"

No girl could resist such sincere and flawless praise from her sweetheart. She took Han Yi's hands, placed them on her waist, and then raised her arms to wrap around her boyfriend's neck.

"I didn't really dress up much today, I just wanted to be comfortable... Of course, I didn't go completely unkempt, since it's a date after all."

"I think you probably have no idea how effortlessly beautiful you are."

With his nose touching his girlfriend's, Han Yi once again marveled at the wonders of the Creator.

It's not just the Creator's miracle in creating such an unparalleled beauty as Barbara Pavin.

There was also the miracle of the Creator giving him a second chance at life.

In this time and space, Barbara Pavin's makeup and look are perhaps one of the most stunning, and that title will forever belong to her.

"This has officially become my favorite of all your looks." With that thought, Han Yi announced to the world, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this view."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Barbara tightened her arms slightly, almost pressing her lips to her boyfriend's. "She already belongs to you completely, doesn't she? Do what you want to do to her."

“I really want to do that, but that would only make us miss the game and ruin your makeup.”

"Hmm, that sounds exciting. I like it when you get me dirty."

"Run, miss, escape this dungeon before I turn into a monster!"

"It's even more exciting now."

They smiled at each other and exchanged a light kiss.

Although they talked a lot of nonsense, both Han Yi and Barbara were actually looking forward to today's football match.

Both of them rarely have the opportunity to participate in such events.

"Let's go then, baby."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm going to get my phone."

"Okay... Oh! I forgot my sunglasses, wait a moment."

"no problem."

Barbara and Han Yi split up; the former went back to the bedroom to retrieve her sunglasses case, while the latter went to the sofa and picked up his phone.

"Got it!" Barbara's energetic voice drifted from the bedroom.

"I...found it too." In contrast, Han Yi's voice was much lower and more muffled.

He noticed that the phone he had just tossed on the sofa had automatically lit up.

And it was switched to the notes interface.

A $2.35 million cashback reward program is coming.

(End of this chapter)