Mr. Qiao Bafu not only has a big house, but his bank is also a big house, and he even has a special vault. Lance is quite interested in owning it.
"You... cough, speaking of Qiao Bafu, what's up with him?"
Lance casually said, "He might be going bankrupt. He's trying to sell his previous assets to the bank, but the bank is unlikely to offer him any high price."
"So maybe we have a chance to get something from his hands."
Morris was somewhat amazed and emotional when he heard the news, "For those who have lived here for a long time, the name Qiao Bafu is like a signboard!"
"I know many people go to his bank to withdraw money, but I didn't know they were on the verge of collapsing!"
Only the upper echelons of the bank and Lance knew about Qiao Bafu's selling of his collection. Although Morris knew many people and had many partnerships, he couldn't reach such high-level information.
"Are people withdrawing from his bank again? What is it for this time?"
