She smiled politely: "Thank you, Mr. Cui."
It’s always good to have the opportunity to take a look around.
Cui Qi, being very perceptive, handed his business card to Yan Lu with both hands.
The girl in the blue dress was prettier, but the round-faced girl standing here exuded a distinctly richer aura.
Yan Lu’s eyes darted around. "Which family in the country has the power to take out two billion in liquid funds all at once?"
Cui Qi replied with a polite smile, "There’s always someone better; the sky’s the limit."
Yan Lu squinted her eyes. "Foreigners?"
Cui Qi’s pupils contracted suddenly, though he kept a neutral expression.
Yan Lu raised an eyebrow. "So it really is foreigners then."
She had simply acted on a flash of intuition to bait him, not expecting it to actually work.
Cui Qi broke into a sweat; this girl’s piercing eyes were like X-rays—hard to withstand.
To prevent her from asking further questions, he quickly held up his phone and pretended to make a call as he walked away.
Lv Jiarong asked suspiciously, "Foreigners?"
Yan Lu suddenly recalled the Mei Fei Family’s young heir that her aunt had mentioned a few months ago.
Though she’d never met him, his legendary reputation had never eluded her.
A natural prodigy in investment strategies, he was not only gifted but had developed an arrogant and domineering personality.
To have the audacity and ability to snatch something out of the Leng family’s hands—only he could manage such a feat.
Moreover, Cui Qi appearing at Tianlu Bank the day after the auction couldn’t be a coincidence.
Yan Lu glanced back at the towering skyscraper standing under the sunlight and squinted slightly.
"Jiarong, are you sure the girl beside Lan Xiping is his girlfriend?"
Lv Jiarong, puzzled by the odd question, thought for a moment and said, "What else would she be?"
Yan Lu laughed lightly. "People easily fall into a mental trap or preconceived notions. As long as there’s a woman beside Lan Xiping, you assume she’s his girlfriend. Did you hear Lan Xiping admit it himself?"
Lv Jiarong froze for a moment. "If she’s not his girlfriend, then what is she?"
"She could be a friend, or even a business partner. Don’t jump to conclusions every time and assume something romantic."
Lv Jiarong let out an "Ah": "But I noticed Lan Xiping pays a great deal of attention to her; his eyes are glued to her."
Yan Lu smirked lightly: "It could just be that Lan Xiping’s feelings are one-sided, you never know."
Lv Jiarong suddenly understood. "You might be right. I honestly think he’s not good enough for that girl; it’s like an old cow eating young grass."
"Lan Xiping isn’t that old, is he?"
"That girl is even younger. She looks about our age. Why not call that old cow eating young grass instead?"
For some reason, the first person Yan Lu thought of was Amos. She remembered her aunt mentioning that someone from the Mei Fei Family was one of Tianlu Bank’s founders.
Tianlu Bank was founded by five individuals—besides Sunny, whose name was well-known, the identities of the other four remained shrouded in mystery. To the public, they were known only by names, which were actually aliases.
After years of relentless probing by outsiders, one of the founders, Wind, was suspected to be someone from the Mei Fei Family. But exactly who it was remained a question without answers.
Could it be Amos?
But when Tianlu Bank was founded back then, he was just a little boy. No matter how exceptional a prodigy, it wouldn’t have been possible.
Still, the crucial question now was: is Lan Xiping’s "female" friend actually connected to Amos, the one who won the Purple Ganoderma at last night’s auction?
"Lu Lu, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Lu smiled. "Nothing much. Don’t you want evidence against Wei Xia? I’ll come with you. Maybe I can help you find something useful."