"Nonsense! Two hundred thousand? That’s my life savings."
Bank President Yi was a good cadre. He had always maintained a strict moral boundary, never taking more than his fair share and limiting his wining and dining to what was strictly required by his job. He had agreed to invest his entire savings because one-third of the decision was swayed by Qi Tongwei’s silver tongue, and the remaining two-thirds was out of a sense of obligation—he couldn't turn his back on the man who had saved his life.
When he handed over the money, Bank President Yi had already braced himself for a loss, but this kind of reckless, all-in gamble felt far too much like child’s play. This was the blood and sweat he had set aside for his old age; it hurt—it hurt so much!
Chapter 137