Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

Faced with the Song family's temptation, Lin Qi did not hesitate and refused outright.

The rejection was swift and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation!

Even the temptations of the second-in-command of the Southern regime, even the supreme leader, were treated like a piece of waste paper, torn up and thrown into the trash can!

Sister Song's breathing stopped instantly.

She has been a powerful figure in the business and political world for many years, able to turn the tide at will.

No one has ever dared to so bluntly and decisively trample on the unparalleled olive branch extended by the Song family!

In her eyes, Lin Qi was simply ungrateful! He was arrogant to the extreme, courting his own death!

"Good! Very good!"

Sister Song suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the wooden floor with a screeching sound.

Her well-maintained face was covered in frost, and the corners of her lips twitched, squeezing out a sharp, mocking curve.

"It seems Mr. Lin truly looks down on the Kong and Song families. Even such overwhelming power cannot sway you. Mr. Lin's ambitions are probably greater than the world itself."

Sister Song grabbed the velvet shawl draped over the back of the chair with a cold, hard motion.

"Since we have different paths, we cannot work together. There's nothing more to discuss. Farewell."

The subtext is obvious!

Since you can't be the Song family's son-in-law, and since you, Lin Tuozhi, insist on establishing an independent kingdom in this base camp, then be prepared to be their enemy!

The Song family controls the financial allocation, material mobilization, and overseas procurement in the south.

With just a word from Sister Song, the steel raw materials for the Shijing Arsenal would be cut off, and the military pay for the Whampoa Military Academy would be delayed indefinitely.

She has countless ways to use her resources to trap Lin Qi, this tough nut to crack, in Guangzhou!

Sister Song, wearing high heels, turned and walked out of the private room, her back view revealing a resolute murderous intent.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Just as her hand was about to touch the carved wooden doorknob.

Lin Qi leaned back in his chair and let out a soft chuckle with a hint of amusement.

"Madam Kong, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Sister Song paused, turning around with a chilling gaze that could kill: "Mr. Lin, do you have anything else to say? If you regret it and want to beg for mercy, what were you doing just now?"

"beg for mercy?"

Lin Qi shook his head, his fingers rhythmically tapping the mahogany tabletop: "What I want to say is that if you want to bring people closer together and strengthen your alliances, there are more ways than just marriage."

Sister Song frowned: "Besides blood-related marriages, what other relationship is more reliable?"

Lin Qi unleashed his long-prepared nuclear-level trump card.

His voice was lowered slightly, yet it was filled with the deadly allure of capitalism.

"Business partners".

Lin Qi stared into the eyes of the first female tycoon of the Republic of China, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Let's make money together, make a fortune!"

Sister Song snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain: "Making money? Are the Kong and Song families short of money? With your dilapidated arsenal that you're constantly throwing silver dollars into, how many copper coins can you possibly earn?"

"No, the headquarters doesn't need to contribute a single penny to the military budget. This is purely a business operation."

Lin Qi slammed his fingers on the table, revealing the core plan.

"I can accurately predict the US stock market."

Sister Song's brows furrowed, her eyes filled with absurdity and incomprehension.

"The US stock market? Wall Street?"

Sister Song walked back to the round table, looked down at Lin Qi, and let out an undisguised sneer.

"Mr. Lin, you're a PhD in science, a foreman in the arms industry who deals with gun barrels, rifling, and smokeless powder all day long. Do you understand economics? Do you understand how the stock market works?"

Sister Song looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Furthermore, didn't you keep saying that your fiancée's family is very powerful? They must have a huge amount of money at their disposal. Since you have connections on Wall Street, why don't you go to them? Why go to such lengths to find the Song family as your partner?"

Faced with Sister Song's barrage of questions, Lin Qi remained unfazed.

He picked up the copper kettle from the red clay stove and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

In the misty air, his young face radiated an absolute rationality that transcended his time.

"Madam Kong, whether I understand economics or not, you can go back and ask your younger brother. And let me say something you might not understand."

Lin Qi picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

"This world is actually made up of numbers. The trajectory of artillery shells is a number, the carbon content of steel is a number. The stock market is naturally also made up of a huge and complex number."

Lin Qi drew an invisible coordinate axis on the mahogany table with his finger.

"Wall Street is currently experiencing an unprecedented period of expansion. The automotive industry, radio, railroads—countless funds are churning in that pool. What politicians and businessmen see is an unpredictable abyss, a frenzy of emotions. But in my eyes, it's just a calculable parabola."

Lin Qi unleashed his ultimate deception technique, raising his head to look directly into Sister Song's eyes.

"I have developed a rigorous mathematical model that gives me a very good grasp of the future ups and downs of the Wall Street stock market."

Looking at this man, Sister Song felt a strange chill creep into her heart.

Attributing Wall Street's frenzy to mathematical models?

This is practically the line between genius and madness.

"As for why I didn't approach my fiancée's family..."

Lin Qi put down his teacup, a rational, almost cold-blooded smile curving his lips.

"Just as you just accurately analyzed, I don't want to be a pawn in the hands of any family."

"If I use their people and their funds to make money on Wall Street, when the profits come back, who will be in charge of that money? How will the future profits be divided? When faced with absolute profit, let alone a fiancée, even a brother would stab you in the back."

Lin Qi looked at Sister Song, who was deep in thought.

"What I need is a partner who only provides entry channels and start-up capital, but leaves absolute decision-making power in my hands. Your Kong and Song families have the remittance network of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang financial groups and transoceanic financial channels, which is exactly what I currently lack."

Lin Qi leaned back in his chair and threw out the final tuning hammer.

"A profit of more than ten times within a year—I wonder if Mrs. Kong is interested?"

The private room fell silent once again.

Looking at Lin Qi's confident face, Sister Song's business logic was running wildly.

If Lin Qi is a fraud, what would he be after?

If the promise of tenfold profit cannot be fulfilled, the Song family can make him die without a burial place at any time.

But the fact that he dared to offer this deal and rejected the overwhelming power of a political marriage proves that he has absolute confidence.

A man who has a deep understanding of human nature and numbers.

The hostility in Sister Song's eyes was finally completely dissolved by the huge benefits.

"Tenfold profit, Mr. Lin, you've successfully piqued my curiosity."

Sister Song pulled out a chair and sat down again, her gaze towards Lin Qi shifting from scrutiny and observation to anticipation.

For this man, no amount of power could compare to a pile of white silver dollars, or the scent of ink on a sheet of US dollars.