radicalducati Chapter 147: He pulled out a gold card, and all the company's executives knelt down.
Chapter 147: He pulled out a gold card, and all the company's executives knelt down.
The black card slid across the smooth conference table, making a slight scraping sound.
Like a black phantom, it silently crossed the Chu-Han border and finally came to a steady stop beside President Wang.
There was a moment of silence in the conference room.
Then, as if he had seen something dirty, Mr. Wang stretched out two fingers, pinched one corner of the card, and lifted it up.
He held the lamp up to the light, the mocking smile on his lips almost reaching his ears.
"Black? And with gold trim?"
"Lin Zhou, your props are really realistic. Did you buy them wholesale from Taobao? 9.9 yuan with free shipping? And the kind that comes with stickers?"
"Bringing out something like this to act like a magician, do you think we're all unsophisticated, or do you think you're some kind of magician like Liu Qian?"
The surrounding executives also burst into laughter.
Some people even clutched their stomachs, laughing so hard they were slapping their thighs.
"This is hilarious! Are gigolos all this mentally strong these days?"
"Holding up a prop card and claiming to be able to take on an investment of 200 million yuan, that's probably the funniest joke I've heard all year."
Su Qingge sat beside her, her cheeks burning.
Although she believed that Lin Zhou wouldn't speak without reason, the scene was just too awkward.
She reached out, wanting to take the card back to prevent Lin Zhou from being further humiliated.
"Honey, stop fooling around..."
However, just a second before her fingertips were about to touch the card.
Suddenly, a scream, like a chicken being choked, came from the corner.
"Wait! Don't move!"
The voice was so shrill, filled with terror and disbelief, that it abruptly cut off the laughter in the conference room.
Everyone was startled and turned to look.
The financial director, Lao Liu, who had been huddled in the corner and hadn't said much, was now staring wide-eyed at the card in President Wang's hand.
His thick-rimmed glasses were almost slipping off his nose, and he stumbled over as if possessed.
"Mr. Wang! Let me see! Let me see quickly!"
Mr. Wang was taken aback by his appearance and tossed the card to him with disdain.
"Old Liu, what's wrong with you? What's so interesting about a tattered plastic card?"
Old Liu completely ignored him.
His hands trembled as he took the card, as if he were holding a landmine that could explode at any moment.
He brought the card close to his eyes and, in the bright light of the conference room, carefully examined the inconspicuous embossed portrait on the card and the fine, almost invisible, security thread.
one second.
two seconds.
Old Liu's expression began to change.
From initial doubt to shock, and finally to a deathly pallor.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
"This...this material..."
"This unique cold-pressing process... and this relief of an ancient Roman knight..."
Old Liu suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Zhou, who was sitting opposite him slowly drinking coffee. His voice trembled like a withered leaf in the wind.
"Swiss Bank...Supreme Black Card?"
"A limited edition of only one hundred copies worldwide, available only to invited ultra-wealthy individuals... the kind?"
The moment those words were spoken, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.
Mr. Wang's hand, which had just picked up the teacup, froze in mid-air.
The smiles on the faces of the other executives also looked as if they were glued on, stiff and ridiculous.
"Old Liu, are your eyes getting blurry?"
Mr. Wang snapped out of his daze, slammed the teacup down on the table, and spoke sternly.
"What Swiss bank black card? That legendary thing, how could it possibly end up in the hands of a gigolo?"
"This is a high-quality fake! A knock-off! Stop acting so naive!"
"No...that's not right..."
As a seasoned accountant who has dealt with money his entire life, Lao Liu has an almost instinctive sensitivity to these top-tier financial instruments.
He shook his head, his fingers still tracing the unique texture of the card.
"Mr. Wang, this feels wrong... If it's fake, it can't have this cool, metallic texture."
"And this anti-counterfeiting label changes color under ultraviolet light..."
"Alright!"
Lin Zhou put down his coffee cup with a soft sound.
He impatiently interrupted the debate about truth and falsehood.
"Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we get it checked, won't we?"
"The POS machine is in the finance office next door, right? The PIN is six eights. Go swipe it."
"If I can't get it to work, I'll eat this table. If I can get it to work..."
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on President Wang's face, which was full of disdain.
"Mr. Wang, remember to prepare your teeth, this solid wood table is not easy to chew."
Mr. Wang was enraged by that provocative look.
He snatched the card from Lao Liu's hand and slapped it hard on Lao Liu's chest.
"Go! Go get it tested!"
"I'll see what kind of person is underneath after this layer of skin is peeled away!"
"Old Liu, bring back the verification form! I'm going to expose this swindler right here and now!"
Old Liu held the card like a eunuch carrying an imperial edict, and ran out tremblingly.
The conference room door closed again.
The air fell into a suffocating silence once again.
President Wang crossed his arms, staring at Lin Zhou with a cold smile, his eyes filled with the smug satisfaction of "you're dead."
"Lin Zhou, you're still pretending to be calm at a time like this. I have to admire your acting skills."
"It's a pity that the financial system doesn't care about acting. Data is data; whether it's true or false, you can tell with a single glance."
"Wait until the results come out, then I'll see where you put your face."
Lin Zhou ignored him.
He turned his head and looked at Su Qingge, who looked worried, and quietly took her cold hand under the table.
Why are your hands so cold?
Lin Zhou's voice was soft, with a hint of doting.
"Is the air conditioning too high here?"
Su Qingge glared at him in frustration, then lowered her voice and gritted her teeth, saying:
"What time is it and you're still worrying about the air conditioner!"
"Lin Zhou, that's two hundred million! You...you really have money in that account?"
"How come I never knew you had a Swiss bank card?"
Lin Zhou shrugged, looking completely innocent.
"I probably got it when I was buying groceries before. They gave out eggs with the card, so I just signed up on a whim."
Su Qingge: "..."
She really wanted to throw the coffee on the table in this man's face.
What the hell?! Buying groceries gets you a Swiss bank black card!
Is your local market on Wall Street?
Time passed by, second by second.
Every second felt like an eternity.
Mr. Wang's fingers tapped impatiently on the table, making a "tap tap tap" sound.
He kept checking his watch, and the unease in his heart grew wildly like weeds as time went by.
Why did it take you so long?
It's just a verification process, can't you just swipe your card and be done with it?
Is it...
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Just as Mr. Wang was about to send someone to urge them on...
"Bang!"
The conference room door was kicked open again.
This time, the banging on the door was even louder than when Lin Zhou came in earlier.
Old Liu stumbled in, and because he was running so fast, he tripped over his own feet and knelt directly on the carpet.
But he didn't care about the pain at all.
He clutched a long, untorn verification slip tightly in his hand; the slip of paper trailed on the ground like a white tail.
His face was flushed, his chest heaved violently, and his lips trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease.
"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang..."
"Miss Su... Miss Su..."
Everyone stood up.
Mr. Wang rushed over and grabbed Lao Liu by the collar, his voice urgent.
"How is it? Is it fake? Does it show insufficient balance?"
"Speak up! Are you mute?"
Old Liu gasped for breath, struggling to hold up the verification form in his hand, his eyes unfocused, like a believer who had just witnessed a miracle.
"Really...really..."
"It's... real!"
"This card has no spending limit! And...and I checked the balance..."
Mr. Wang snatched the capital verification form, his movements so rough that he almost tore the paper to shreds.
"Really? How is that possible!"
"I'd like to see how many coins he has in his bank account, considering he's a gigolo!"
He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping fiercely over the thin piece of paper.
next second.
Mr. Wang froze.
It felt like being struck on the top of the head by a bolt of lightning; my whole body went numb.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
Seeing this, the surrounding executives couldn't contain their curiosity and swarmed over.
"How much? How much exactly?"
"Is it ten million?"
However, when their eyes fell on the "Balance" column.
"suck--"
A chorus of gasps filled the conference room.
The sound was as if it were trying to suck all the oxygen out of the room.
On the not-so-wide verification form, the string of numbers was so long it was almost despairing.
There are no thousands separators, only a dense, seemingly endless string of "0"s.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions...
Some people tried to count them, but after counting halfway through, they felt dizzy and their vision blurred.
"How many zeros are there?"
The director of the film and television department felt his legs were a little weak and had to hold onto the table to keep his balance.
"I...I'm getting dizzy from counting..."
"This isn't a balance; it's clearly a phone number!"
Mr. Wang, who was standing at the very front, slowly dropped the verification form in his hand, and it floated to the ground.
He raised his head, mechanically turned his neck, and looked at the man who was still sitting in the chair, casually peeling off the hangnails on his fingers.
His eyes were filled with deep fear and confusion.
Lin Zhou blew on his fingertips, lazily raised his eyelids, glanced around at the group of elites who seemed frozen in place, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"How is it?"
"Is there enough money to buy this table?"