The two are now lying on a lounge chair next to the infinity swimming pool on the roof of the hotel, basking in the sun comfortably. The nearest servant is also fifty meters away, so don't worry if anyone hears it. Mr. Ambani knew that Guo Tailai did not say on the phone that he had made a special appointment to China, and there must be something very important.

"Why do you say Jiuliu?" Guo Tailai did not hide it anymore, organized a tone, and then asked Mr. Ambani: "Mr. Ambani..."

"A, call me A!" Mr. Ambani said with a smile: "Just like I call you G."

"Okay, A." Guo Tailai immediately changed his words and continued to ask: "If, I mean, would you find it strange if, if, for some special reasons, I know some unknown history and some unknown things in India?"

"It's normal!" Mr. Ambani didn't feel strange at all about Guo Tailai's words and said disapprovingly: "A lot of things in our India are not preserved in words. But you have retained a lot of them. I remember that there are some classics in Buddhism, and you still need to copy them in China."

"Okay, this is easy." Guo Tailai was still afraid that Mr. Ambani would have a strong national self-esteem, so he insisted on denying it, so he couldn't say.

"What the hell is it?" Mr. Ambani was quick-minded and immediately guessed some clues: "It has something to do with our India? Some unknown things in our country?"

"Yes!" Guo Tailai nodded: "A batch of treasures that have been covered for a long time!"

"Treasure?" Mr. Ambani's first reaction was not to ask what treasure and where the treasure was, but to ask Guo Tailai curiously: "If no one knows, why don't you take it out in person?"

"Because that is the cultural heritage of your India." Guo Tailai sighed and said, "If you know the modern history of China, you will know that my motherland was raided by others more than a hundred years ago. It felt bad, and I wouldn't be that kind of robber. That is your India's treasure, so I think it's the most appropriate to give it to you, a pure Indian."

"Thank you, G!" Mr. Ambani seemed to have really understood the history of China, and he sighed when he heard this: "We have also been enslaved by Britain, but we were eventually independent."

As a super rich man, Mr. Ambani also sighed about the history of his motherland. However, if Guo Tailai had not printed the treasure for this reason, then the treasure obviously did not cost much. Perhaps at most it was a few billion or billion, and it might be even less. For a rich man like Guo Tailai, it was not worth his efforts, and he would have to bear an unfamous reputation for it.

"It's an ancient temple." Guo Tailai continued: "Maybe there are still people to take care of, but there will definitely not be too many people, because they have been desolate for many years."

"Do you need me to hide those treasures and deal with them together?" Mr. Ambani asked with a smile.

"No need!" Guo Tailai turned his head and looked at Mr. Ambani, smiled and shook his head, "A, that is the treasure of your India. You can deal with it yourself, possess it yourself, or hand it over to the government, whatever you want."

"Why me?" Mr. Ambani was silent for a while before asking Guo Tailai seriously.

"Because you are one of the only Indians I know." Guo Tailai explained with a smile: "And no one of the Indians I know except you has the ability to deal with this batch of wealth worth tens of billions of dollars."

Plopped, Mr. Ambani's recliner was turned over. He wanted to stand up on it because he was surprised. His movement was too big and he turned over directly. He fell directly to the ground wearing only one swimming trunk.

The servant not far away saw this scene and ran over like crazy. His master was tripped by a chair under his nose, which was simply unforgivable!

Several servants helped Mr. Ambani up with all their might, but Mr. Ambani shouted fiercely: "Get out of here, get out of here, don't interfere with our chat!"

The servants left with grievance and hid fifty meters away again.

Mr. Ambani stood barefoot on the ground and walked a few laps with great anxiety. The air conditioner here could not make him feel a little cool, so he jumped into the swimming pool and swam hard twice, which made his mind slightly cool.

He came up from the swimming pool wet, grabbed a bath towel and wiped himself a few times. Seeing this, several servants in the distance wanted to come and serve him, but were warned by their master's fierce eyes that they dared not approach.

Two folded pieces of paper were handed over from Guo Tailai, and Ambani took it. The two pieces of paper were placed here from the beginning, and he had never known what it was. Open it, the first piece was a coordinate of latitude and longitude, and the second piece was a temple building distribution and structural diagram of the secret room. Where there were treasures, they were all made.

Seeing the contents on these two pieces of paper, Mr. Ambani's hands were trembling. Even though he was already a rich man who actually had a wealth of tens of billions of dollars, he would still be unable to control himself suddenly when Guo Tailai stuffed a treasure worth tens of billions of dollars. He could not understand how Guo Tailai was able to stuff tens of billions of dollars to himself without any temptation?

"What do you want?" Mr. Ambani still felt his throat dry and couldn't help but ask in a low voice after drinking two large gulps of ice drinks.

"First of all, if there are any Chinese cultural relics inside, it is mine." Guo Tailai knew that his internationalist spirit, which is not selfish and specialized in benefiting others, is absolutely untenable in Ambani's eyes. He must have a plan, otherwise who would give others tens of billions of dollars of wealth? He must do something so that he dares to take these things with peace of mind. Indian cultural relics are from India, but Chinese cultural relics are from China, so there is no problem.

"Of course!" Mr. Ambani didn't take this little request at all. Who would put a large amount of Chinese cultural relics in India? How many of them could be given to Guo Tailai.

"Second, there is a three and a half feet tall statue of the diamond-inlaided Vishnu." Guo Tailai continued to make his request: "I want to see it."

"Just look?" Mr. Ambani asked in confusion: "If it is just a statue of god, you can give it to you."

"No, that's your statue." Guo Tailai shook his head: "I just have to look at it."

"What else?" Mr. Ambani continued. He didn't believe that Guo Tailai gave him tens of billions of wealth information, just such a trivial thing.

"Oh!" Guo Tailai sighed before saying, "Ten percent. Except for Chinese cultural relics, I don't want other things inside. At that time, you can estimate the price yourself and I want 10 percent of cash or gold."

"Trade!" Mr. Ambani breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Guo Tailai's last request.

That’s right! How can you give people benefits for no reason? You must have your own demands!
Chapter completed!