Lin An sometimes had great admiration for an old hand like Mr. Liu in society, who always had ideas for many things, which was why the junior boss valued him so highly.
Take this time for example, he had asked Mr. Liu for money twice, once for a million and another time, five hundred thousand.
Mr. Liu didn't give him cash or make a transfer.
The payment for the million was a master's ink painting with a very transparent market value, the kind that was particularly easy to offload.
As long as it was guaranteed to be authentic, the price was calculated by size; a ruler was all it took to determine its value.
And the five hundred thousand was even more interesting.
It turned out to be a set of properties deeply entangled in triangular debts, the details of which he explained, but Lin An listened with a completely bewildered face.
