Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Sir John tried to calm his wildly beating heart. He looked at Smith, then at Charlie King, and then called his secretary over and whispered a few words to him. The secretary hurriedly ran out.

A short while later, he ran in carrying several boxes. Sir He snatched them away and, without caring what was inside, stuffed them directly into the arms of Smith and Charlie King.

Smith and Charlie King opened the box and their eyes lit up.

Sir He bowed deeply to the two of them again.

"Gentlemen, we've been old friends for a while now. I really can't figure out how I offended you two big bosses. Please, for the sake of our friendship, show me the way out."

Charlie King stood up, straightened his tie, glanced at Smith, and said arrogantly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

His words were as cold as a knife, piercing Sir Ho's heart. Sir Ho couldn't help but take a step back; he swayed, and his secretary quickly steadied him.

Sir He looked to Smith for help again. Smith coldly moved his fingers, and his four men bowed in unison, said "Yes," and then turned and walked towards the office hall.

Sir John bowed repeatedly to Charlie King and Smith. He waved his hand, and another secretary ran out and then ran back, this time carrying only a box.

Sir He opened the box, and inside were twelve copper coins, gleaming yellow, with four characters on them: Kangxi Tongbao. However, the character "Xi" was missing a stroke.

Charlie King and Smith were both antique connoisseurs. They rushed over, each taking out an antique and examining it closely. Suddenly, Charlie King exclaimed in surprise.

"Two point seven centimeters, this is the mother coin of the Luohan coin! Oh my god, these twelve coins are the mother coins of the Luohan coin from the Kangxi period!"

Smith nodded repeatedly.

Sir He took the arhat coins from their hands, put them in the box, and then slowly said.

"If anyone can tell me the truth, I will give him these twelve Kangxi mother coins. You two should know the value of these twelve coins very well, so I don't need to say more."

The so-called mother coin refers to the twelve sample coins made by the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Revenue of the Qing Dynasty for minting coins. All subsequent Luohan coins were made from these twelve copper coins, except that the coins minted were smaller than these, measuring 2.5 centimeters.

Even a single one of these twelve mother coins would be priceless, let alone the entire set of twelve. This value astonished even the well-informed Charlie King and Smith.

Both men hesitated, their expressions a mixture of greed and fear. Sir He secretly sneered; these bastards of the Eight-Nation Alliance were the most greedy of all. He refused to believe he couldn't sway them.

Charlie King finally succumbed to the power of these antiques. He wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced at Smith, and whispered.

"Actually, our big boss is the same person, but he's a low-key person, so others don't know. He is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a female secretary behind him gave a cold laugh and said something.

"Charlie King, shut up! You've got some nerve! How dare you leak my master's secrets! You're dead!"

As she spoke, she walked to the table, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said in a calm tone.

"Please tell my master that Charlie King has betrayed us and returned to the bank. I will initiate the process to bring him back to London for trial."

Charlie King trembled all over. He pointed at his secretary, never imagining that this beautiful and charming secretary was actually a spy planted by the big boss at HSBC.

This is quite normal, though; only in this way can the big boss control HSBC's every move.

Smith broke out in a cold sweat. His four men had all left, but he believed that the big boss had spies in Standard Chartered Bank as well. Luckily, he hadn't reached out earlier, otherwise, like Charlie King, he would have been sent back to the country to stand trial immediately.

Charlie King knew that such nails couldn't be bought with money, and he could only say dejectedly to Sir He.

"I'm sorry, I'm barely able to take care of myself and can't help you. Goodbye."

Sir Ho stared in astonishment at the scene, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He never expected that HSBC and Standard Chartered were owned by the same person. How could such a person order a blacklist against him? How could he possibly survive?

Smith sighed and patted Charlie King on the shoulder. The guy was completely finished; even if he returned to London headquarters, he wouldn't have a good ending.

The female secretary walked up to Charlie King and said coldly.

"Go on, my master said you're going back to London to eat in jail. Whether you get out alive or not depends on your luck."

Charlie King was pale and hung his head, looking like a defeated dog. Just a few minutes ago, he was the arrogant bank manager, but now, because of his own greed, everything was over.

Smith's face was also pale, but his eyes were filled with fear. He had just been walking on the edge of a razor, and if he hadn't been careful, he would have ended up like Charlie King.

The female secretary turned to Sir He and said.

"My master said that, out of consideration for our shared Chinese heritage, he'll give you a way out: donate half of your fortune to Hong Kong charity, and the five ships in Europe will be unblocked immediately, and the banks will lift their blacklist."

Sir Ho, this is an notification, not a consultation. Also, my master has a piece of advice for you: live an honest life and don't cause trouble in Hong Kong. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind sending you and your son to an outlying island for the rest of your lives.

Sir He's face turned from red to green, then from green to white. After a long while, he slowly bent down, his usual imposing demeanor completely gone.

"Yes, within three days, I will donate half of my assets to Hong Kong charity."

The female secretary stepped forward, picked up the box of mother coins, and a smile bloomed on her face.

“I accepted the gift on behalf of my master. He said, ‘Thank you.’”

The female secretary turned her head and saw Charlie King's dejected appearance. She suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face, shouting sternly.

"Get out of here! Who are you trying to impress with this act?"

Charlie King nodded hastily and slunk away.

The female secretary walked slowly behind, her back a sight that instilled fear in everyone, yet her eyes were moist. Who could have imagined? Just a few months ago, she was the lowest of prostitutes in France.

When she carried her child and followed Da Bao out of that hellhole, after Da Bao placed two million francs in front of her, she thought about it for three days and finally refused all the money, acknowledging Da Bao as her master.

Before Da Bao returned to Hong Kong, he had already assigned her from headquarters to be Charlie King's secretary. In fact, like Huo Jiali, she was a liaison officer sent by Da Bao to HSBC.

If it weren't for her status as a dispatched officer from headquarters, she would probably have succumbed to Charlie King long ago, given her beauty. Now, she has become the de facto ruler of HSBC, and no one dares to disrespect her anymore.