Back at the Mu family’s residence, Qi Yuan handed over the list he had obtained from Han Hongbin, the archived materials of a batch of goods.
Mu Feichi glanced at it a few times, then handed the file to Yun Xi. Qi Yuan noticed Young Marshal Mu’s trusting attitude toward Yun Xi and found himself holding Yun Xi in even higher regard.
Qi Yuan glanced at the two people sitting on the sofa and continued, “The goods in Han Hongbin’s hands are worth at least 100 million yuan. He didn’t expect that Young Marshal Mu would intervene in catching Crocodile rather than come after the Han family, so he seized the opportunity to do a double cross. While Young Marshal Mu was pursuing Crocodile, he seized this shipment in order to make a huge profit.”
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Yun Xi glanced at the amounts listed on the piece of paper she was holding and the list of people involved, many of whom were business people who had been dragged down by the Han family.
From this perspective, the Han family could be seen to be really greedy.
As long as the Crocodile died, the Han family wouldn’t have to worry about being exposed, and they could make a fortune. They could also seize the opportunity to grab all the money, without worrying about Crocodile settling accounts with them later.
However, they’d underestimated Crocodile’s abilities, and Mu Feichi had been injured, which delayed things.
Crocodile not only didn’t die, but also laid his hands on the b*stard son.
Since 100 million yuan had been used to trade for Han Yaotian’s life, obviously his life was quite valuable to Han Hongbin.
“Han Hongbin spent 100 million yuan at one fell swoop. Losing such a large sum of money was probably very painful for him.”
“Saying that it was painful is a gross understatement. The anguish over having to spend the money almost killed him!”
Qi Yuan pointed to the information in Yun Xi’s hand. “Continue flipping toward the back. He had originally planned to sell this batch of goods at a high price to make up for the shortfall from the holiday villas for the year. The Han family talked to several investors last year. I invested in a partnership to build holiday villas on the coast, but, unfortunately, right after the villas were built, there was a typhoon. The inflow of seawater flooded the villas. Now, none of the villas have been sold, and they have all become abandoned buildings. This monetary loss hasn’t been made up yet.”
Yun Xi glanced at the batch of abandoned buildings listed on the document. She knew about this.
In her last life, the Han family had caused their company to lose a lot of money because of this project. Han Hongbin had endured it for three years and then left the mess for Han Yaotian to deal with.
Han Yaotian had made up for the company’s shortfall through the Xinghai Project, which made him a one-hit wonder and gained him a firm foothold on the board of directors.
Yun Xi chuckled softly. “Now that he’s had to spend the 100 million yuan that he got from these goods, I don’t believe he can find another 100 million to fill this hole. At this moment, the Han family is probably as anxious as ants in a hot pot!”
“It’s useless to be anxious. They have no choice but to find a way to tear down the east wall and make up the west wall when they’re out of stock.”
Closing the file in her hand, Yun Xi raised her eyes and glanced at the man across from her, then thoughtfully started brainstorming traps for the Han family.
“Since they are so anxious to demolish the east wall to make up for the west wall, give them an east wall and let them slowly demolish it.”
Mu Feichi raised his eyes. The little rascal across from him seemed especially invigorated, as if she had figured out how to get revenge for that kidnapping.
He didn’t plan to let the Han family off the hook, but he didn’t want to completely ruin them for the time being.
Chuckling, he leaned back in his chair lazily. “What do you want to do?”
Yun Xi smiled innocently. “Dig a hole and let them bury themselves!”
Mu Feichi was also delighted to see her dazzling smile because they had both thought of the same thing.
“We’ll use this project to set a trap.”
With that said, he handed over the information he had just read.
Yun Xi glanced at the label on the folder: Linbei Old City Reconstruction.
Linbei wasn’t in Jingdu. It was in a neighboring province, which was accessible in half an hour by train.
Linbei was near the border of Jingdu and the other province. A subway line had just been constructed there a few years before. If a highway line with Jingdu was opened, the area would definitely appreciate in value.
Because of its border with Jingdu, in Yun Xi’s last life, Linbei had developed into a prosperous business district very quickly.
If even she was aware of the business opportunities, many investors must also be eyeing the area covetously.
Using a factory there as bait, Young Marshal Mu was really too sharp and savvy.