Chapter 96: How Many Graves Do I Have to Dig to Get Back the Lost Money?

At that moment, Fatty Wang burst into tears.

"It's all your fault! Why did you bring them here? Why did you make me cooperate with you? Why did you make me take those things out?

"Are you satisfied now? The Song Huizong Thin Gold Calligraphy worth 300 million—gone!

"Wang Zhen, worth over 3 billion—also lost!

"In just one day, we've lost more than 3 billion!

"You tell me—how many graves do we have to dig to recover our losses?

"You tell me! You tell me! You tell me!"

As he spoke, he slapped Angkor hard on the body.

Angkor was filled with regret as well.

Originally, he had only planned to take a small loss—just a few million—so that Lin Beifan would appreciate him and take him in as a trusted aide.

Who would have thought that in just one day, they would lose over 3 billion?

They had sacrificed their two most valuable treasures!

If he had known it would come to this, he would have never brought Lin Beifan here!

He wouldn't have come up with such a stupid plan!

But it was too late for regrets.

Thinking about the two treasures he had painstakingly excavated, only to have them fall into the enemy's hands in the blink of an eye, his heart filled with panic.

Clutching his chest, he felt a chill seep into his bones.

"So cold… so cold…!"

Angkor tried to comfort him. "Fatty, what's done is done. There's no use regretting it now. Worst case, I'll dig a hundred graves for you in the future to make up for the losses, how about that?"

Fatty Wang looked at him seriously. "Alright. A hundred graves! If you don't dig them for me, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life! Even if you marry Liu Ma, I'll stay in your bridal chamber and never leave!"

Angkor's face turned red. "Get lost!"

Not long after, the two of them emerged from the backyard.

Angkor held Wang Zhen in his hands and said, "Mr. Lin, after my persuasion, Boss Wang has come to his senses. He realizes his mistakes and has agreed to return Wang Zhen!"

Sun Lao smiled approvingly. "Every profession has its own rules. Only by following them can the market thrive. Fatty, acknowledging your mistakes and correcting them is admirable!"

Angkor handed Wang Zhen over. "Mr. Lin, Boss Wang just had a moment of confusion and did something foolish. Now that he's changed his mind, please be generous and let him off!"

Lin Beifan nodded. "Since you personally vouched for him, Brother Wu, I'll give you face and let this go."

Angkor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as he thought the ordeal was over, Lin Beifan suddenly smiled and said, "Boss Wang, take out the rest of your treasures. Let me continue appreciating them!"

Fatty Wang was stunned. "You still want to buy more?"

"Of course!" Lin Beifan said firmly. "It was my first time buying antiques, and I happened to uncover two priceless treasures from you. What luck! Naturally, I have to keep going!"

He patted Angkor on the shoulder. "Brother Wu, I'll have to trouble you again—let's go big this time!"

Angkor: "..."

Fatty Wang clutched the remaining boxes tightly and wailed, "I won't sell! Even if you kill me, I won't sell!"

With that, he slammed the door and kicked everyone out of the shop.

After exchanging contact information with Sun Lao, Lin Beifan parted ways with him.

Holding the Song Huizong Thin Gold Calligraphy in one hand and Wang Mei, a priceless treasure, in the other, Lin Beifan was undoubtedly the most dashing man on the street.

At that moment, Angkor spoke up. "Mr. Lin, I'd like to request leave!"

Lin Beifan asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Clutching his chest, Angkor said with a pained expression, "I must have eaten something bad. I'm not feeling well and want to rest. I hope you understand."

In reality, he just wanted to go home, nurse his wounds, and heal his shattered heart.

Lin Beifan raised an eyebrow. "You're holding the wrong spot—it's your heart that hurts, not your stomach!"

Angkor immediately moved his hand to his stomach and groaned, "It must be too painful. The pain shifted without me realizing it!"

Lin Beifan sighed. "I was going to invite you to a meal to celebrate today's harvest!"

Angkor quickly shook his head. "No need! Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lin. Another time, maybe!"

Lin Beifan teased, "Would you like Liu Ma to accompany you? She's older and experienced in taking care of people."

Liu Ma, who was standing nearby, perked up with interest.

Angkor's heart clenched even more. "No need! I can take care of myself!"

"Alright, I won't push you. Go home and rest."

"Thank you for understanding, Mr. Lin!"

With that, they went their separate ways, and Liu Ma also found an excuse to leave.

Lin Beifan took his two treasures home, then continued spending time with Song Yuqing. They had dinner together and celebrated his incredible gains for the day…

The weekend passed quickly.

By Monday, it was back to business.

Lin Beifan saw Angkor again and noticed that his expression was completely normal, as if nothing had happened.

He couldn't help but admire him. As expected of someone from a cutthroat business—his mental resilience is impressive!

"Brother Wu, after two days of rest, are you feeling better?" Lin Beifan asked with concern as soon as they met. "Would you like to take a few more days off to recover? Or perhaps go to the hospital for a full check-up?"

Angkor was overjoyed.

Lin Beifan was clearly showing more concern for him than last week!

What did this mean?

It meant that Lin Beifan valued him more now!

His sacrifices hadn't been in vain!

…Even if the price was a bit too steep.

"Mr. Lin, don't worry! I'm fully recovered!" Angkor patted his chest confidently.

"That's good to hear!" Lin Beifan smiled. "Brother Wu, I was really worried about you! By the way, I deposited 10 million in your salary account as a bonus. Have you received it?"

Angkor was ecstatic.

Lin Beifan continued, "Also, I've informed HR to promote you a few levels! You'll still be a janitor in name, but you'll receive a manager's salary!"

Angkor was overjoyed.

A raise!

And he was now almost on the same level as Ye Xingchen, Lin Beifan's most trusted crony!

This meant that Lin Beifan was truly acknowledging him!

"Thank you, President Lin, for the promotion!" Angkor said happily.

Lin Beifan laughed. "Brother Wu, you earned it! You helped me acquire two priceless treasures worth over 3 billion! I'm deeply grateful!"

The moment he said this, Angkor's chest throbbed with pain again.

Lin Beifan smiled and continued, "Brother Wu, given your new status, being a janitor is no longer suitable for you. Tell me, what position would you like? I'll arrange it for you!"

Angkor's eyes lit up.

This is my chance!