"You think I'd be that stupid? Embezzlement? You think I'd leave evidence for you to sue me once you got out? Let me tell you, you won't get a single penny back!"
The money from Cheng Biao's company was squandered in the guise of losses and company expenses before finally making its way through several hands into Hu Dazhi's secret overseas account.
To say not a penny could be recovered was an exaggeration, but the amount that could be was certainly pitiful.
"It doesn't matter."
What surprised Hu Dazhi was that Cheng Biao didn't get angry at all.
"Wealth is an external possession, what's mine will be mine, and what's not meant to be mine won't help even if I yearned for it."
Hu Dazhi was stunned for a moment. How could his views about wealth have changed after a stint in prison?
This detached?
"Ha! Keep pretending in front of me! You are nothing but penniless now that you're out, but when I get out, I can make a comeback!"
