"Hmm, take out all the unused money, and then go turn yourself in."
Xiao Chen said indifferently.
"Turn myself in!"
Gou Huo was somewhat agitated.
"Unwilling?"
Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Yes, no one wants to go to prison. Well, you can leave; I won't force you."
"No, no, no, Mr. Xiao, I'll turn myself in, I'll go turn myself in!"
Gou Huo was filled with fear.
Turning oneself in would at most mean a few years in prison.
But if he didn't go today, he might be arrested tomorrow, no, he could even be arrested today.
At that point, he might face more than just prison time—possibly even a bullet.
"Alright, you can go. After you get back, organize all the data from your research institute, make an electronic version, and give it all to Zhang Wei."
Xiao Chen casually waved his hand.
Gou Huo nodded repeatedly and scrambled out of the private room.
"Husband, sometimes I really think you are a genius. You seem to foresee everything, even things we couldn't imagine.
