4890: C4890 Alman Who's Cursing Me Behind My Back

C4890 Alman Who's Cursing Me Behind My Back

Oh...

A disdainful smile appeared on Qin Luo's face as he watched Oman leave.

It was undeniable that Oman was indeed very cautious.

But so what?

The initiative was in his hands. No matter how cautious Oman was, it was useless.

"Hm, I don't know which idiot took the initiative to give me the initiative. I really want to thank him in person"

Qin Luo muttered in a low voice.

Whoever could get his understanding would become a member of the Rothschild family.

Hehe...

As long as it was a normal person, as long as it was not a cerebral palsy, they would definitely not offer such conditions.

Wasn't this handing over his own benefits to an outsider?

"Idiot!"

"AHHHHH..."

Far away at the Beijing Grand Hotel, Arman suddenly sneezed.

Just now, Alman's nose suddenly felt itchy and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Who is cursing me behind my back?"

Alman muttered to himself.

...

On the other side, Qin Luo had already dialed Chen Qiangsheng's number.

"Doo Doo Doo ~"

After three blinks, the call was smoothly answered.

"Hello, Qin Luo, it's so late. What's the matter?"

Chen Qiangsheng's voice came from the phone.

"Minister Chen, there is something I want to tell you. Just now, Oman sent the money over."

"It's a Swiss bank card. I'm not sure. Minister Chen, find someone to transfer the money."

Qin Luo said.

The Swiss bank was not a local bank after all.

Although the rumors said that he was the safest bank in the world.

However, Qin Luo didn't think so.

In Qin Luo's eyes, this thing was still in his own pocket.

And he could not guarantee that Oman did not set up any tricks inside.1

What if he transferred the money away?

Although the probability wasn't high, it was hard to say.

If Oman really did that, Qin Luo really wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Qiangsheng stood rooted to the spot.

What did he hear?

Oman had already sent the money over?

A total of 100 billion?

"Qin Luo, is what you said true? Are you kidding me?"

"The other party sent the money over so quickly?"

Chen Qiangsheng asked subconsciously.

"Minister Chen, I'm not joking."

"Hurry up, get someone to transfer the money."

"Although the Swiss Bank is nominally the most private room in the world, we don't even know if Oman has set up any tricks."

"Transfer the money earlier, and I'll be at ease as well." Qin Luo said.

"Alright, alright, alright. Qin Luo, wait for me. I will send someone over right away."

"Forget it. I'll make a trip myself..."

After saying that, Chen Qiangsheng hurriedly hung up the phone.

100 billion was not a small amount.

And most importantly, this money was practically picked up for free.

He did not want Oman to have another chance to take it back.

He had to complete the transfer as soon as possible.

Putting down his phone, Chen Qiangsheng immediately shouted, "Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming, go to the Finance Department and transfer a few people. Also, prepare a car and go to Yanjing University immediately."

"Understood!"

Zhang Ming nodded, then turned around and left.

A few minutes later, a few black red flag cars drove out from West Dan Lane, heading straight to Yanjing University.

About 20 minutes later, the cars drove into the campus of Yanjing University.

"Bang..."

After a while, the door of the room was pushed open.

Chen Qiangsheng rushed in.

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