Qin Jiang: "I hope to wipe away my name!"
Bai Meng: "…"
A small goal!
One hundred million!
Easy!
Will you take a look at whether what you're saying is even human language?
Do you know what one hundred million represents?
Even if you multiply my entire life's salary by ten, it still wouldn't add up to that!
How does it turn into a small goal when it comes out of your mouth?
My small goals only dare to start by setting one W! Is your goal directly set at ten thousand times that?
This is simply… outrageous!!!
Yet he unexpectedly didn't know how to refute it?
Qin Jiang truly had the strength to say those words; looking back at Qin Jiang's rise from scratch up to now, it had only been five years. Now, the market value of the Black Dragon Group had already reached 350 billion, not even counting the new additional market value gained from securing the Pu Region gambling license.
Five years!
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year!
That is a total of: 1,825 days!
That meant: an average income of nearly two hundred million per day, which was two small goals a day.
If calculated truly by time: during the time he was talking with Qin Jiang, the other party had already earned 0.1 of a small goal.
There was nothing wrong with the other party calling one hundred million a small goal, and even calling one billion a small goal would be fine. His lifetime salary couldn't compare to what the other party earned in an hour. This was truly despairing!
Bai Meng: "You really are a monster…"
He wasn't particularly jealous either: the two of them walked different paths; the other party was on the path of commerce, while he was on the official path!"
The other party possessed massive funds, wealth unimaginable to ordinary people, and an incomparably brilliant life.
He likewise possessed a career the other party could not imagine, being a decision-maker whose single word could determine the lives of tens of thousands.
It was impossible to tell who won and who lost!
Of course…
The other party was already an outstanding leader in the business world.
Yet he was not an outstanding leader in the officialdom.
Half an hour later.
People from the Police and the National Cultural Relics Department arrived. (These people from the Cultural Relics Department were originally prepared to receive the qin dynasty bamboo slips, but upon hearing the phone call about donating even more qin dynasty cultural relics, they rushed over in a hurry.)
As soon as they entered the room, they were dumbfounded upon seeing those cultural relics on the table:
"Holy shit… Is this armor from the qin dynasty? Such complete armor? Its market price must be at least tens of millions."
"And this… a small tripod! Although it's not big enough, it's complete without any flaws and has characters on it… It's a priceless treasure."
"This is a precious sword from the qin dynasty… Although it's a bit damaged, it's definitely a priceless existence…"
They cried out in incomparable shock. It wasn't that they hadn't seen the world: they had seen even more cultural relics than this, but either in museums or underground excavations. This was the first time they had seen so many taken out by a wealthy merchant for donation.
A conservative valuation of these items would be two hundred million!
If not conservatively valued, it might even be more. After all, the value of antiques depended on the person who wanted to buy them.
If someone really liked them, it would be completely normal for the value to double, but some things were purely priceless and unmarketable.
Valuable!
But it was hard to sell them at normal market prices!
Their valuation was two hundred million:
That meant that even if these items were sold at the lowest price, they could fetch two hundred million.
Immediately, an old man said to Qin Jiang: "Are you Chairman Qin! I represent the Cultural Relics Exchange and Cooperation Department to thank Chairman Qin for donating these cultural relics. Regarding this, I will definitely report it upward and issue a certificate to you."
However, Qin Jiang shook his head and said: "You might have misunderstood. I'm not donating these cultural relics to you."
The old man: "What? Not donating to us…"
Qin Jiang: "Right! These cultural relics of mine are donated to the Northern Police, and as for how they dispose of them, it has nothing to do with me."
Nonsense! Of course he wouldn't hand the cultural relics over to these old men. What could handing them over to them exchange for?
A medal!
A certificate!
…
Those things were completely useless to the Black Dragon Group right now, and they didn't hold any value either.
It was completely the most losing business deal!
Instead, it would be better to donate them to the Northern Police. In this way, the upper levels of the Northern Police could negotiate with the Cultural Relics Bureau, and internally they could definitely generate greater value for each other. The Northern Police would definitely issue a certificate to Qin Jiang as well, and furthermore, the gold content of that certificate for the Black Dragon Group would definitely be much higher than the one issued by the Cultural Relics Bureau.
Secondly, the leaders of the North would definitely acknowledge this favor from the Black Dragon Group and would certainly offer care and protection in the future.
In the end, these cultural relics would still fall into the hands of the Cultural Relics Bureau, which could also be considered making a contribution by donating to the state.
For Qin Jiang, this was completely: doing charity while fulfilling his own needs and making the Northern Police owe him a personal favor!
Three birds with one stone!!!
…
The old man: "…"
"Mr. Qin Jiang! We are from the Cultural Relics Bureau; if you want to donate cultural relics, donating them to us is the professional match."
Qin Jiang: "I don't know you? Why should I donate to you…"
The old man: "Now you know us… Let me introduce myself…"
Zhu Zheng: "You don't need to introduce yourself! They have already been donated to the Northern Police. You guys are all in the same system; you can discuss with the local specialists to return these items to the Black Dragon Group, and then the Black Dragon Group can donate them to you again."
The old man: "…"
He knew that it was completely useless for him to find the Northern Police. Once they fell into the other party's hands, how could they possibly be returned? This batch of cultural relics would still end up at the Cultural Relics Bureau in the end, but wouldn't it be through them anymore? Instead, the leaders of the Northern Police would directly interface with the leaders of the Cultural Relics Bureau.
He was utterly helpless against this!
After all:
Neither Qin Jiang nor the Northern Police was someone he could manipulate; he could only continue to stare at those cultural relics in astonishment.
Soon…
Bai Meng led those old men and took the cultural relics away…
…
Afternoon!
By a certain lakeside!
Bai Weiguo shook his fishing rod while smiling and said: "This kid Qin Jiang is truly smart. Instead of donating things to the Cultural Relics Bureau, he donated them to the Police to maximize his benefits."
Bai Meng: "Ain't that the truth! I didn't even figure it out at the time! Later on, I found out he is truly smart, achieving his desired goal while also doing us a favor! The Cultural Relics Bureau had zero impact on him; he's too smart. You don't know how terrible the expressions of those old men from the Cultural Relics Bureau looked at that time, practically worse than eating shit."
Bai Weiguo: "A person like Qin Jiang is destined to be suited for commerce. Being too smart in officialdom is conversely not a good thing…"
Bai Meng: "Right! Qin Jiang said he wants to have his name removed from the special task force's plan…"
Bai Weiguo: "He actually knows about the existence of the special task force? Who leaked the news… Or did he guess it himself? It's possible…"
"Does he want to wipe away his name?"
Bai Meng: "Yes! He said this is the recognition he hopes to receive for donating cultural relics to help us solve the case."
Bai Weiguo: "Reply to him: I will find a way to help him with this matter, but specifics will depend on the situation."
Bai Meng: "Yes!"
…
After Bai Meng left.
Bai Weiguo looked at the empty fishing rod: "Qin Jiang, oh Qin Jiang! I also hope there are no fish in the North!"