C112 (1/2)

What Li Zhiquan had said already moved Du Lei's heart.

”When I bought this aircraft carrier, one of my friends almost exhausted his family's fortune, he even spent close to ten years to renovate the ship, but unfortunately, he is old and already passed away, so the ship naturally became his son's property. His son is a gambler, and owes a lot of money to him, so he is prepared to use that ship. But for those young masters of the Rong City. ”

”This ship's value is equivalent to scrap iron. He actually asked for a hundred million just now. A few days ago, he asked me to lend him some money and asked me for a million. It's not like I don't know about his morals. For his father's sake, I gave him a hundred thousand, but didn't ask him to return it. ”

Li Zhiquan thought about his old friend and couldn't help but sigh. When he was still alive, he was an existence ranked in the top twenty of the Wealth List.

”100 million, I'll buy it too. Old Uncle, give me the contact information for that brat, I'll talk to him myself. ”

Du Lei chuckled and said, ”Don't worry, if that boat is really as you have said, forget about a hundred million, even if it was a billion, I would be willing, because it's really what I need.”

Li Zhiquan did not ask any further, he knew that his nephew had a business brain, if not he would not have earned so much money in such a short period of time.

Even Li Zhiquan himself had reached the pinnacle of his life. His bank card had more than 10 million and he even opened up a 6 million RMB Bentley.

Compared to a few years ago, that was countless times more glorious. Of course, the most important thing was that all the antique dealers in Rong City knew Li Zhiquan's name.

And all of this was bestowed by who?

Wasn't he his nephew?

If not for Du Lei, he didn't even dare imagine what his life would have been like.

Sometimes, money didn't represent everything. However, in this world, money was everything. Money was everything.

No matter how elegant a person was, if he didn't have money, others would all think that he was incompetent, untalented, elegant, and talented. However, the most important thing was that he didn't have money.

Li Zhiquan had crawled and rolled in society for so many years, he had experienced many hardships.

He knew his nephew, and he understood that money was the most important thing.

He quickly sent a WeChat message to Du Lei contacting an old friend's son, their address, and even their photo.

They talked for a while.

Du Lei frowned. He discovered that the mysterious chamber pot had once again turned pitch black, and this time, it seemed to be different.

Du Lei opened his Spirit Eyes and looked inside. He discovered that it was also black, and was still emitting a dense amount of black Qi. It was clear that this was not a good thing.

So he took a shower, hurriedly packed the chamber pot in a plastic bag, took a lot of tea, and drove to the Qian Family's gold and silver factory.

Therefore, he took the liberty of calling Liao Ping. Luckily, because of what Du Lei had done, Liao Ping did not go home, nor did he sleep, and instead anxiously squatted in the office and thought about it many times.

When he received Du Lei's call, he also felt extremely surprised.

”Manager Liao, I've already reached the entrance of your factory. I've come to disturb you late at night. Please forgive me for offending you.”

Du Lei spoke very quickly. After he finished speaking, he saw that Liao Ping had already come out to greet his arrival.

Liao Ping ordered the security guards to open the protective door as he smiled and said, ”Boss Du, you have only come here once, and it has only been a few hours. ”Look at the sky, it's not too late either.”