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

Dead silence.

The study fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the incessant chirping of cicadas outside the window.

Sister Song slumped into the high-backed leather chair, her silk underwear soaked with cold sweat that clung to her back, sending shivers down her spine.

Only at this moment was the terrifying truth hidden beneath the guise of patriotic overseas Chinese and military industry tycoons—a wolf in sheep's clothing—completely revealed.

Sister Song recalled Lin Qi's condescending warning before he left.

She muttered to herself, her voice dry as if she were chewing sand.

"No wonder...no wonder he didn't take my threats seriously at all, no wonder he dared to use that tenfold profit plan as bait to lure me in..."

Upon hearing this, Song Ziwen, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his voice cracked.

"Big sister! Are you crazy?! What did you just say? You dare threaten him?!"

Song Ziwen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the study.

"My dear sister! Putting aside the Fengtian Army and the Shanghai authorities behind him, just look at Minister Zichao! If you anger him, if he finds out you're trying to blackmail his precious daughter, those upright officials will fight us to the death!"

Sister Song panicked, but she forced herself to calm down and quickly reached out to press down on her brother's shoulder.

"Ziwen, don't panic, I haven't blocked the road."

She took a deep breath, her mind racing, and immediately changed the subject from this potentially fatal one.

"He left room for maneuver when he left, saying that we would continue our discussion at the Guangzhou Restaurant at 10 a.m. the next day, and that I must take you with me."

As Sister Song looked at her younger brother, her eyes gradually became fervent.

"Ziwen, he presented me with a plan today. He says he's built a mathematical model that can accurately predict the rise and fall of the Wall Street stock market. He promises that if we provide the capital and the channels, we can earn more than ten times our initial investment within a year!"

As she spoke, Sister Song grabbed her brother's arm with almost all her might.

"You understand economics, tell me, how likely is this really?"

Hearing the words "Wall Street," "mathematical model," and "tenfold profit" makes one feel...

Song Ziwen was stunned.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he broke free from his older sister's hand, walked to the bookshelf, put his hands behind his back, frowned, and fell into a long period of contemplation.

The clock in the study ticked away, and every second felt incredibly long to Sister Song.

A full five minutes passed.

Song Ziwen suddenly turned around and slapped his thigh hard, making a crisp sound.

"Sister! If anyone told me they could make ten times their initial investment on Wall Street, I'd slap them across the face and call them a fraud!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up—the ultimate excitement of an expert meeting a top master.

"But if Dr. Lin says that, then he's absolutely certain!"

Song Ziwen walked quickly to the desk, placed his hands on the table, and spoke very fast.

"He said the world is made up of mathematics? Absolutely right! Absolutely brilliant! Wall Street is on the verge of madness right now, with all sorts of leveraged financing and margin trading popping up everywhere. Those greedy politicians and bankers are having a blind party. If Dr. Lin really did build a mathematical model that can avoid emotional interference and purely calculate the flow of funds..."

Song Ziwen swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Using high leverage and options hedging, achieving tenfold or even twentyfold profits in a year is theoretically an absolutely achievable miracle! He's leading us to rob the whole world of money!"

After listening to my younger brother's explanation.

A flash of hysterical madness crossed Sister Song's calculating eyes.

Her desire for money far outweighed her pursuit of political power, which is the root cause of her rampant embezzlement and accumulation of enormous wealth in her original timeline.

Now, a shortcut to wealth is laid out before her.

"it is good."

Sister Song gritted her teeth and slammed her fist on the table.

"Ziwen, you're coming with me to see him tomorrow morning!"

As he spoke, a fierce, desperate look flashed in his eyes.

"If his plan convinces you tomorrow, then, eldest sister, you decide! The Kong and Song families must pull out all their hidden savings! Combine the funds from the Shanghai banks and all the cash they can borrow from the Shanxi banks, convert it all into US dollars and put it on the line!"

Sister Song's voice echoed in the study, carrying a resolute determination.

"I'll go with Lin Tuozhi and bet big!"

The usually composed Song Ziwen was stunned by her elder sister's words, her back breaking out in a cold sweat.

……

The Wangjiang Pavilion on the top floor of Guangzhou Restaurant.

Fifteen minutes have passed since the agreed-upon ten o'clock.

Outside the private room, the bodyguards stood ramrod straight, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Inside the private room, Sister Song, who was usually aloof and superior, was now sitting in the main seat of the mahogany armchair.

Today she wore a dark green cheongsam with dark gold thread trim, and her hair was neatly styled. However, the lid of the blue and white porcelain teacup she was holding in her right hand was being scratched on the rim of the cup intermittently.

The clinking of the porcelain pieces produced a sharp, grating sound, revealing her inner anxiety.

The pot of Pu'er tea on the table has been brewed three times, and the color of the tea soup has faded from dark red to amber, but the tea itself is still nowhere to be seen.

Sitting to the side in front of Sister Song is Song Ziwen.

This Harvard finance graduate was behaving with absolutely no airs of a returned overseas elite.

He held a glass of cold tea in his hand, his tie was loosened halfway, and he would stand up from time to time, walk to the window overlooking the river and look out, then quickly turn back, his footsteps making a mess on the floor.

"Big sister, is Dr. Lin tied up with some military affairs and can't get away?"

Song Ziwen stopped and glanced at his watch, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead: "The Huangpu School just started, there's a lot going on, he's the real deal when it comes to managing things."

Sister Song put down the lid of her teacup, suppressing her anger, and said coldly, "Ziwen, sit down. This is called 'training the eagle.' He deliberately arrived late, simply to put us at a disadvantage in the upcoming negotiations and dampen our spirits. I spoke too confidently yesterday, and he's here to settle scores today."

Despite her eloquent analysis, Sister Song's hands, clasped on her knees, involuntarily clenched into a tight fist.

She knew all too well what today's meeting meant.

Last night, she sent people to investigate Lin Qi's background, and the information they returned was exactly the same as what her brother had said.

The Lin family of Fuqing was a sworn brother of Zhang Hanqing of the Fengtian clique and a guest of the Shanghai Green Gang.

This Lin Qi not only has a terrifying background, but he also throws out a bait that is enough to make anyone lose their mind—a tenfold profit in a year.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A series of unhurried yet remarkably steady footsteps echoed from the wooden floor of the corridor.

The bodyguards outside didn't make a sound, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Qi didn't wear the Zhongshan suit he wore yesterday; instead, he changed into a light gray casual suit.

He was wearing a pure white French shirt underneath, without a tie, and the collar buttons were casually undone, exuding a natural sense of relaxation and composure.

He walked in against the light in the corridor.

Yesterday, Sister Song was the judge looking down on us, but today, the roles of host and guest have been completely reversed in an instant.

Upon seeing Lin Qi enter, Song Ziwen nearly spilled the tea in his hand. He slammed the cup on the table and rushed forward, leaning slightly forward, his posture even more humble than when treating the elders of the headquarters.

"Dr. Lin! Brother Tuozhi! We've been waiting for you!"

Song Ziwen gripped Lin Qi's right hand tightly with both hands, shaking it vigorously twice. Her eyes, behind her gold-rimmed glasses, were filled with the fervor of someone seeing an idol: "Yesterday, after my older sister talked about your mathematical model theory, I couldn't sleep a wink. Quantifying the madness of Wall Street into numerical patterns—that's simply a groundbreaking achievement in the field of economics!"

Sister Song also stood up, completely suppressing her arrogance and coldness from yesterday, and a smile that she thought was the most amiable she could muster appeared on her face.

"Mr. Lin, please take a seat. The tea has just been served, and the temperature is just right."

She even personally picked up the copper kettle on the red clay stove and filled the empty cup in front of Lin Qi with tea.