Reborn with Consumption System

"Don’t worry, Qiu Bro, I know the stakes."

Liu Hanhe promised, then began waiting for the phone call.

Wait and wait, the food got cold, the tea lost its flavor, and the heart burned with anxiety, but Han Lie’s call never came.

What was God Lie doing?

At home, smoking cigars with Panzi and Liu Minghao.

Panzi had some nice stuff, and though Han Lie didn’t much like it, he would have one occasionally to enjoy while chatting. It was quite pleasurable.

"Your slap today was really loud!"

Liu Minghao joked with a smile: "Even an outsider like me dabbling in law heard about it, created quite a stir on half of the Huangpu Bund!"

"Oh?" Han Lie raised an eyebrow, "What are they saying outside?"

"There’s a fierce 90’s kid messing with the stock market, swinging a blow that knocked over several old private equity firms, attracting all the attention in the market... investors from those private equity companies have been calling me."

Panzi was puzzled: "Hmm? How did they find out you’re connected with that little punk?"

The term "little punk" is typical Northeastern slang, not sure where Panzi learned it from, anyway he’s been calling him that all day—his mood hasn’t been smooth either!

Liu Minghao laughed heartily: "Who knows where they overheard some gossip, clutching at straws!"

Panzi didn’t understand: "Didn’t they not lose? What’s the rush?"

Liu Minghao shook his head: "If they’re not anxious now, when will they be? Right now, their life or death lies in Han Lie’s whim; if our God Lie decided to crash the stock with a limit-down order, they could go pick a rooftop to jump from tomorrow..."

"Crashing to limit down now, it should be like killing a thousand enemies but losing eight hundred, right?"

Panzi turned to Han Lie suspiciously and asked: "Is your cost that low?"

"It’s not just about cost."

Han Lie replied leisurely: "Our fund has just been set up, there’s no performance pressure, and currently we’re in profit. As long as I want, I can use the mere tens of billions left to wear them out in Yingkou Port until doomsday, losing as much as won’t affect my earnings from other stocks.

In the financial industry, the magnitude of funds is like a mountain, crushing people."

Panzi suddenly realized, finally understanding where Han Lie’s composure came from.

One could say that in an overall strategic sense, Han Lie had already positioned himself in an invincible position.

Profit or loss is all optional, success or failure is at will.

"No wonder... that old Qiu’s peace offering?"

"It was also beyond my expectations." Han Lie laughed with surprise, "I didn’t think their reaction would be so quick, quite decisive, after all, they’re old hands..."

Liu Minghao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, they picked it up very quickly, and the industry’s ridicule didn’t affect their judgment one bit."

"What’s the use? Isn’t their life or death still in the hands of the little punk?"

Panzi felt extremely happy, though angry and cursing, Han Lie was ultimately their kid, achieving something big, he wouldn’t praise with his mouth, but in his heart, he was undoubtedly proud.

Clutching a cigar, he waved his hand dominantly: "Give him a call! I want to hear how they plan to resolve this!"

Han Lie raised his hand to check the time, it was 8 o’clock.

Hmm, letting them sweat for at least two and a half hours was about enough.

So he pulled out his phone and dialed Liu Hanhe’s number.

The first words when he answered were just four, yet carried the weight of a towering mountain.

"I am Han Lie."

He paused, asking knowingly: "Who might you be?"

It was Liu Hanhe’s first time hearing Han Lie’s voice, as if hearing a tiger’s roar.

Han Lie spoke clearly with a strong overtone, emitting a deep bass vibrational sound enhanced by chest resonance driven by breath, sounding extremely authoritative.

"’You’ is very polite, but the attitude is not at all polite, making Liu Hanhe immediately feel respectful."

Indeed not to be trifled with...

"Hello, Mr. Han, I’m Liu Hanhe from Hanhe Capital, sorry to disturb you, I have a matter to discuss with you..."

Liu Hanhe placed his phone on the table with the speaker on, Gao Fengbo, Bao Bin, and Hu Lei sat alongside, staring at the phone screen without daring to breathe.

"Please go ahead."

Han Lie remained concise and to the point.

His phone, also placed on the table, yet Panzi and Liu Minghao’s demeanor was so relaxed and composed, with their legs crossed, enjoying the cigar’s richness with squinted eyes.

No comparison could be clearer.

Liu Hanhe cautiously chose his words—actually, during the more than two hours before, he had already drafted a reconciliation script, and had revised it to near perfection.

However, after hearing Han Lie’s voice, he doubled his emphasis on it.

"Mr. Han, thank you for saving face for me, but as a defeated underdog, there’s nothing to hide—it was my failure to recognize Mount Tai, I underestimated your wisdom and methods.

Now, I have decided to admit defeat and await your disposition.

No need to mince words, name your terms, as long as I can do it, anything is not a problem, just ask for your high hand to spare some of us brothers..."

Wow!

That stance, really low huh?!

Han Lie felt a bit uncomfortable, feeling the victory came too easily.

On the contrary, Panzi and Liu Minghao weren’t surprised—with their experience, what hadn’t they seen? They’ve kicked away more than one defeated dog crying on its knees.

However, Han Lie’s brilliance lay in his mental strength, though stunned for a moment inside, there was no hint on the outside.

"Mr. Liu, you’re too kind, I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about."

Liu Hanhe knew Han Lie was being cautious of recording, so simply used coded language to make everything clear.