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The screen is lit.

An unfamiliar number, originating from Shanghai.

Li Yichen reached into his pocket, took out his phone, swiped his finger across the screen, and then put it to his ear.

"Who is it?"

"Hello Mr. Li, I am Wang Lei, project manager from Liepin."

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely professional, speaking at a moderate pace and with clear enunciation.

"We have shortlisted a candidate who perfectly matches your requirements for the high-end talent you previously entrusted us to find. Their resume has been verified; they previously served as the Greater China Executive President at a multinational investment bank for three years."

When would be a convenient time for you to schedule an interview?

Li Yichen raised his left hand and glanced at the Patek Philippe Greenwich on his wrist.

12:15 noon.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon," he said, "Starbucks on Nanjing West Road."

"Okay, Mr. Li, I'll inform the candidate to be on time for the appointment. See you this afternoon."

The phone hangs up.

Li Yichen put his phone back in his suit pocket and turned to look at Liu Xue standing to the side.

"Let's go, let's have a simple meal."

Next to the Liu Group building is a highly private Black Pearl restaurant.

There were no outsiders in the private room.

Liu Xue personally held the celadon teapot, tilting her wrist.

The tea leaves formed a thin stream and fell steadily into the teacup in front of Li Yichen without spilling a drop.

1.5 billion in cash.

This huge sum of money had already been deposited into the Liu Group's corporate account ten minutes ago.

The confirmation screenshot sent by the CFO is still saved in her phone's photo album.

Liu Xue's chest is still rising and falling slightly.

The funding chain has been completed.

The Liu family has come back to life.

She placed the teapot on the table, crossed her hands on her knees, and straightened her back.

"Mr. Li, the dishes have been ordered; they're all the restaurant's signature dishes. Please try them and see if they suit your taste."

Liu Bing stood by the door, without even pulling out a chair.

He held a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes constantly fixed on the cup in front of Li Yichen.

Whenever Li Yichen picked up a cup, he was ready to step forward and refill it with water.

Li Yichen had other things to do in the afternoon, so he didn't drink.

The meal was eaten very quickly.

While eating, Li Yichen was mentally planning his next move. He was wondering who should be sent to the Liu Group to oversee the use of those funds.

Who is suitable?

He went through all the people he knew in his mind.

Finally, a name was chosen.

The time jumps to 1 p.m.

Li Yichen took a napkin, wiped his hands, and stood up.

"I'm leaving now."

Liu Xue immediately stood up and followed, trailing half a step behind, to the restaurant entrance.

The glass door was pushed open.

The midday sun was a bit too bright.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom had come to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

Liu Bing climbed out of the driver's seat, ran up the steps, and handed over the car keys with both hands.

"Brother Li, I've parked the car for you and filled it with gas."

Li Yichen took the keys, stepped down the stairs, and opened the driver's side door.

"Wait a moment."

Two words were enough to freeze Liu Xue and Liu Bing in place.

The car door closed.

The Rolls-Royce started its engine and smoothly merged into the main traffic flow.

Liu Xue stood on the steps, looking at the car's rear in the distance, her tense shoulders slumping down by half an inch.

"Sister." Liu Bing swallowed and took a half step closer. "Just how rich is this guy? Fifteen billion, he just handed it over without even batting an eye."

Liu Xue turned her head and gave him a cold look.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

She straightened the cuffs of her business suit.

"Our Liu family must treat this God of Wealth well. From now on, anything he assigns will take precedence over all other business operations within the group."

The carriage was very quiet.

Li Yichen held the steering wheel with one hand and used the other to press the car's Bluetooth button to dial Liu Xiaoyu's number.

It beeped twice.

connected.

"Yichen?"

Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the other end of the phone, with some background noise and the sound of a cart wheel rolling across the ground.

"Xiaoyu, are you still at work?"

"Yeah, I'm still checking the inventory at warehouse number three in the MixC shopping mall. A batch of autumn clothes just arrived today, it's a mess."

"I remember you told me you majored in accounting in college?"

Li Yichen turned the steering wheel and the car turned onto the inner ring elevated road.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"I need your help with something."

Looking at the road conditions ahead, Li Yichen increased the car's speed.

"I just invested 1.5 billion yuan in a pharmaceutical company."

"This money is a dedicated fund, which can only be used for the completion of clinical trials and the approval process for the development of effective drugs. It cannot be used for any other purpose."

"I need someone trustworthy to go to their company and keep an eye on the accounts and cash flow."

"You can manage this money for me."

The phone went silent instantly.

Even the sound of the wheel rolling stopped.

Only a faint electrical hum could be heard.

1.5 billion.

These four words hit Liu Xiaoyu so hard that she completely lost her train of thought.

Women's clothing warehouse on the third floor of MixC Mall.

Liu Xiaoyu held a crumpled inventory slip in one hand and gripped her phone tightly in the other.

Her breathing rhythm was completely disrupted.

His chest heaved violently.

Although she knew Li Yichen was wealthy—after all, just a month ago he had casually paid off over nine million yuan of their family's debt—she never imagined he would be this rich, able to invest 1.5 billion yuan in a pharmaceutical company.

Now Li Yichen is calling and asking her to manage these 1.5 billion yuan.

What a trust.

She knew that Li Yichen still had feelings for her.

Li Yichen knew that her family had gone bankrupt, and he wanted to pull her out of this quagmire and put her in a position she never dared to dream of before.

"Ten...fifteen billion?"

Her throat tightened as she uttered those words.

"Yes." Li Yichen's voice was calm. "Can you go report for duty tomorrow?"

Liu Xiaoyu glanced at the densely packed inventory list in her hand.

Dry numbers, cumbersome barcodes.

She crumpled the form into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket next to her.

"able!"

One word, without any hesitation.

"I'm resigning right now!"

"Okay." Li Yichen lowered the car window a little, letting in a gust of wind. "I'll send you the address and the contact person's information. Go directly there tomorrow morning."

hang up the phone.

Li Yichen forwarded the location of Liu's Technology Pharmaceutical Company and Liu Xue's phone number to Liu Xiaoyu.

Then he dialed Liu Xue's number again.

"Mr. Li," Liu Xue answered immediately.

"Tomorrow morning, the person I sent to monitor the funds will come to your company. It's a girl named Liu Xiaoyu."

"Please arrange the coordination."

"Yes, Mr. Li." Liu Xue acted without hesitation. "I will personally pick up Ms. Liu downstairs tomorrow, arrange a private office for her, and grant her the highest level of auditing access. I will fully cooperate with her work."

Li Yichen hung up the phone and glanced at the navigation screen.

It is three kilometers away from Nanjing West Road.

Vientiane Mall.

Liu Xiaoyu put her phone into her jeans pocket.

She didn't go to the changing room to change out of her blue stocking vest; instead, she walked straight out of the warehouse and headed towards the supervisor's office.

Push open the door.

The supervisor was sitting with his legs crossed, leaning back in his chair scrolling through short videos, without even looking up.

"Liu Xiaoyu, is the inventory check of Warehouse No. 3 finished? Don't come looking for me if it's not done. The data must be entered into the system today."

Liu Xiaoyu walked to the desk.

"I quit."

Four words: crisp and concise.

The supervisor looked up, his finger hovering over the phone screen, forgetting to swipe.

"You're quitting?"

He slammed his phone face down on the table and gave a cold laugh.

"Liu Xiaoyu, get this straight. If you resign now, your entire bonus for this month will be forfeited, and your salary will be withheld for half a month."

He leaned back.

"Don't you know how hard it is to find a job outside? You won't even earn five thousand yuan if you leave this door."

Liu Xiaoyu didn't even have the energy to refute.

Her mind was filled with those 1.5 billion.

Li Yichen entrusted such a large sum of money to her to keep an eye on.

This paltry salary isn't even worth a day's interest on that money in a bank savings account.

All she has to do now is rush home, dig out her university textbooks, and stay up all night reviewing them.

We absolutely cannot let Li Yichen down.

"casual."

She left with just two words, turned and went out.

The door slammed shut in front of the supervisor.

The supervisor stood there stunned in his chair, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

This little girl, who usually doesn't even dare to speak loudly and only knows to bow her head and admit her mistakes when scolded, what's wrong with her today?

Liu Xiaoyu quickly walked out of the mall and hailed a taxi.

Sitting in the back row, she opened the number that Li Yichen had sent her.

Liu Xue.

She saved the number in her contacts and then headed home.

2:50 p.m.

Nanjing West Road.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove into the marked parking space in front of Starbucks.

The car was too long; its body was much longer than the sedan next to it, and the front of the car went directly beyond the parking line.

People passing by quickly walked around it, afraid that the metal buckle on the bag would scratch the painted surface.

Li Yichen got out of the car.

He was wearing a black suit, no tie, and his white shirt had one button undone at the collar.

He took out his phone and dialed the number of headhunting manager Wang Lei.

"I've arrived, I'm at the door."

A window seat in a coffee shop.

Wang Lei was holding an iced Americano, his fingers rapidly swiping across the tablet, giving a final review of the key points of the candidate's resume.

Upon receiving the call, he immediately stood up and stuffed the tablet into his briefcase.

"Mr. Li, I'll be right out."

He pushed open the heavy glass door of the coffee shop.

His gaze swept around the roadside.

I spotted the Rolls-Royce Phantom with its reflective paint at a glance.

And the young man standing next to the car.

Wang Lei paused on the steps.

Having worked in the high-end headhunting industry, he has seen countless people.

He had met many of the big bosses in Shanghai who had a lot of money in their hands.

There are plenty of people driving Porsche Panameras and Maybach S-Class cars.

But very few people actually drive their own Rolls-Royce Phantoms.

This car is usually driven by a professional driver.

Opening it yourself only proves one thing.

To others, this luxury car worth tens of millions is just an ordinary means of transportation.

Wang Lei strode down the steps and handed over a gold-embossed business card with both hands.

"Mr. Li, this is Wang Lei."

Li Yichen took the business card, then put it in his suit trouser pocket along with his car keys, and extended his right hand to shake hands with Wang Lei.

"Let's go inside and talk."

Upon hearing Li Yichen's words, Wang Lei stepped aside, making way for half of the passage.

"Please go ahead."

The two entered the coffee shop one after the other.

A blast of cool air hits you, carrying with it the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans.

Wang Lei led Li Yichen through the open seating area in the lobby to a semi-enclosed booth at the very back.

In the booth sat a woman wearing a dark blue business suit.

Hearing footsteps, the woman put down her coffee cup and stood up.

Li Yichen stopped in his tracks.

His gaze fell on the other person.