After looking at the charity leaderboard, Shen Qiang chuckled, "Why don't you donate that thirty million of yours too?"

Xiu Ju smiled with a twinkle in her eyes, "No, I earned my money through hard work, it's clean and I won't donate it."

Shen Qiang laughed, "It's high-interest loan money. You lent me twenty million, and I gave you thirty million in two days."

"It was a gift from my boyfriend," Xiu Ju said with pursed lips and a smile, "and no one else can touch it."

Shen Qiang laughed and scooped her up, pressing her onto the bed, "Is it okay for you to have two sets of standards like this?"

"Don't you feel like this way you can have a clear conscience?" Xiu Ju chuckled.

After a moment of silence, Shen Qiang nodded, "Indeed, my heart feels a bit more at ease."

Seeing Shen Qiang's serious expression and his silence, a somewhat shy Xiu Ju said, "So what are you going to do next? And just now, I saw you didn't tell Bianyi on the phone that you had emptied his safety deposit box."

Shen Qiang laughed, got up, and started to tidy the packages, "Why should I tell him? That's the little surprise I've left for him. When he is at his wit's end, that little surprise might bring him unexpected relief."

Xiu Ju sat up from the bed and laughed, "You're terribly wicked. He's going to be desperate."

Shen Qiang fell silent for a moment and said, "Him being desperate is better than me being desperate. Did you hear what he said? He wanted those bastards to chop off my beloved woman's limbs, put them in a box, and mail them to me. I don't care about the money, but I care about the principle. If someone doesn't offend me, I don't offend them. If someone offends me again, I eradicate them root and branch."

"I think you could go and kill him right now," Xiu Ju said, "He must be powerless to resist by now."

Shen Qiang fell silent for a moment and said, "It would be easy to kill him now, but that would only be trimming the grass. Who else is behind Bianyi? He still has hidden assets, and I'm not yet fully aware of them. I don't want, years later, for someone to suddenly jump out pointing a gun to my head, saying, 'Hahaha, I've come to avenge Bianyi.'"

"So, my plan is to expose all of Bianyi's cards and ensure he can never recover."

Xiu Ju fell silent for a moment and then asked, "What's your next step? Are you going to push him into a corner?"

Shen Qiang laughed, "There's no need for such hassle; this matter doesn't require my intervention at all."

As he spoke, Shen Qiang took out his phone and dialed a number.

He smiled, "Auntie Song, are they contacting you? Yes, good, you can call the police now and let them handle this. Yes, their paperwork is fake, and no, I never signed a contract to sell Datong River."

Watching Shen Qiang end the call, an expression of concern crossed Xiu Ju's face, "But that contract was signed by you."

Shen Qiang laughed, "I thought you'd be more concerned about what happens next."

"A farce," Xiu Ju said, "Once the police get involved, they will determine the contract is a fraud."

Shen Qiang smiled, "You're worrying about the wrong thing. Once the police get involved, it proves that the buyer, who wants Datong River, will have to go through a lot of trouble, realizing they can't get hold of Datong River anytime soon, and their money is already paid. If it were you, what would you do?"

Xiu Ju's eyes lit up instantly, "Of course, I'd look for Bianyi!"

He took out a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Shen Qiang poured the champagne with a smile, handed a glass to Xiu Ju, and gently clinked his glass against hers, "So now, all we need to do is celebrate. Our Mr. Bian has big trouble on his hands."

Xiu Ju smiled, her eyes curving, "You really are a scoundrel."

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The Institute of Tuberculosis Prevention and Research.

In the sickroom.

Several doctors wearing masks stood in front of Bianyi's bed.

"Mr. Bian, your condition is seriously beyond our expectations; it's very thorny. The existing drugs for tuberculosis cannot take effect on this new strain of tuberculosis bacillus. Your condition is rapidly deteriorating, and within a short time, even authoritative experts won't have any good solutions."

Bianyi covered his mouth with a tissue and, after coughing twice, he said, "Tell me the worst outcome."

The doctors looked at each other, and one of them said, "If we can't find a specific drug, you will die in three months."

Bianyi nodded and said, "I see. Please leave."

"Mr. Bian, actually, there is still hope. With science and technology advancing rapidly, perhaps in three months..."

"Get out!" Bianyi roared angrily.

The doctors glanced at one another and turned to leave.

He threw the bloodstained tissue in the trash can beside the bed.

Taking in a deep breath, Bianyi closed his eyes and nodded, "Shen Qiang, nicely done, truly a masterful poison you've laid."

No sooner had he spoken to himself.

The door to the sickroom banged open.

Three burly men with notable Cultivation, wearing masks, filed in.

Then, turning around, Mr. Zhang, dressed like a playboy, walked in covering his nose with a white handkerchief.

Bianyi chuckled, "Mr. Zhang, you flatter me with your courtesy. It's said my illness might be contagious, yet I didn't expect you'd come to visit me."

Mr. Zhang smiled coldly, his voice muffled by the handkerchief.

"Datong River has reported the alarm. They deny that Shen Qiang sold the Datong River."

Bianyi laughed and, after being silent for a full three seconds, said, "As expected, he's been a bit naughty lately, but our contract specifies clearly that he can't get away with reneging on the deal. I will talk to him."

Mr. Zhang's eyes were cold as he said, "When you wanted money, you didn't say that. You said he was as obedient as a son in your presence. So now, am I to understand that you deceived me, or perhaps you and he joined hands in deceiving me?"

Bianyi smiled, "How could that be possible? I'm a businessman who abides by the rules."

Mr. Zhang laughed.

One of the burly men walked to the bedside and delivered a fierce elbow to Bianyi's abdomen, then forcefully grabbed Bianyi's hair, yanking him up from the bed.

Looking at Bianyi's pained expression, Mr. Zhang sneered, "Shanghai lacks for nothing, except for cheats. Now I give you two choices: one, hand over Datong River to me immediately; two, return the money to me now. If you refuse, I won't hesitate to chop you into pieces and throw you into the gutter to feed the baby lobsters."

Seeing that Bianyi remained silent, the Cultivation practitioner holding his hair punched him viciously again in the abdomen. With intense pain surging through him, Bianyi's face turned red as he clenched his teeth and said, "I don't have any money in my bank account right now. Give me three days, and you will definitely get the Datong River."

Mr. Zhang laughed, "Do you think I'll give you a chance to run away?"

Bianyi said in a heavy tone, "I won't run. I, Bianyi, have a name and reputation among Cultivators. It's just a slight mishap right now. You can rest assured, within three days, if you don't get the Datong River, I guarantee, I will return the full 500 million to you, down to the last cent."

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