Chương 63: Work on 63

Zhu Wencong and Malik emerged from the basement, once again settling into the plush leather sofa.

The thought of a gold stash below was unsettling—Malik was truly despicable, responsible for the downfall of countless bankers.

The concept of a zero-dollar purchase wasn't a future innovation, it existed then and before—wild lands bred wild opportunities.

Malik wore a look of pleasure on his face, even daring to caress a passing maid with a lecherous touch—he was a damned scoundrel.

Zhu Wencong picked up a coffee cup, thinking that the gold and silver downstairs could serve as Jiuding Bank's reserves, especially since they were in dire need of such assets.

The paper money from the South had its value, and Jiuding Bank could handle the exchange, ultimately leaving the die-hard followers of the Southern Faction to foot the bill.

All the benefits laid out before him made Zhu Wencong realize that encountering Malik was like receiving God's starter pack.