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“What, they want me to help them alleviate poverty?”

This retort not only overturned the domestic academic world but also reached the ears of people like Director Chen, who Jiang considered to be illiterate.

Bai Lian fell silent.

She lazily tapped the bar and calmly ordered, “A glass of iced milk for me.”

Manager Yan hurriedly whispered, “Miss Bai, this is a bar, we don’t have…”

The bartender had already changed, and before Manager Yan could finish speaking, the new server magically produced a glass of room-temperature milk, then took out some ice cubes and placed them in an empty glass, flipping it over seamlessly.

He carefully added the ice cubes to the milk with tongs, performed a cool trick, and then respectfully made a “please” gesture: “Your milk.”

Bai Lian: “…”

She picked up the milk and then looked at Manager Yan, “What were you saying?”

“Nothing,” Manager Yan fixated on the glass of milk in her hand and quickly looked away, “Nothing, please drink.”

Bai Lian took a sip of milk before taking out her homework from her backpack.

Manager Yan and Director Chen went to recognize people together.

Eight o’clock on the dot.

The door to the luxury private room opened.

People huddled in small groups chatting in low voices about collaborations all stood up, their gazes turning towards the door.

Director Chen and Manager Yan moved back towards Bai Lian.

“Director Chen,” Manager Yan whispered into Director Chen’s ear, explaining, “that’s their person in charge for this time. Have you met him before?”

Director Chen, without taking his eyes off, said, “No.”

**

A line of people dressed in black walked in from outside.

Leading them was a young man with blond hair wearing a skull T-shirt. He wasn’t tall or muscular, but his face was expressionless, and it was clear that he was intimidating.

Seeing the face clearly, Director Chen’s hand holding his glass paused midair.

Wait, that face… It looks just like Xiaomao, the guy he competed with for washing dishes?

Mr. Nagano by Yu Hongyi’s side promptly smilingly stepped forward, “Young Master Mao.”

He spoke in remarkably pure Mandarin.

Mao Kun raised his head, giving Nagano a slight nod.

Following Xiaoqi’s instructions, he didn’t talk much but sat down at the center negotiating table, resting his hands on the edge. He had the air of someone used to the boxing ring.

Others who recognized him also approached to greet Mao Kun one by one.

“This is my junior sister,” Nagano introduced Yu Hongyi to Mao Kun, “Yu Hongyi, she’s also from your country.”

Mao Kun glanced at Yu Hongyi and merely nodded.

Xiaoqi had said that today’s persona was all about being aloof.

With him acting this way, others didn’t dare to speak carelessly.

They only cautiously discussed the distribution of the drugs and the profit-sharing, “I represent our family, this is our largest profit distribution scheme. Please look at these two options, A and B…”

One was the first to propose the conditions he could offer.

In Mao Kun’s ears, it sounded like—

“Look at these two plans A and B, it *&%￥ can let you ¥#@ profit… ”

He didn’t understand.

He unobtrusively pressed his Bluetooth earpiece.

In the corner.

Manager Yan reminded Director Chen, “Director Chen, what’s the matter with you?”

He saw Director Chen’s hand hovering in the air for quite a while before daring to remind him.

Director Chen snapped back to reality, he turned his head to look at Bai Lian, busy with her homework quietly, and then towards Mao Kun sitting in the main seat colder than Ming Dongheng. Could Young Master Mao and Xiaomao be twins?

“It’s nothing.” Director Chen shook his head, wanting to ask Bai Lian but not daring to.

**

Bai Lian sat in the corner continuously, writing her homework and listening intently.

Not speaking.

Until the end, when Mao Kun mentioned the two partners he was considering.

Bai Lian didn’t know the first one, but the second one…

Bai Lian slowly lifted her head, calmly fixing her gaze on Nagano and the others not far away.

Yu Hongyi and Chen Jingyu were congratulating Nagano, “Senior brother, congratulations.”

There was no way around it; everyone in Jiangjing knew—

The Chen Family needed money.

Most of it still depended on the Jiang Family’s assistance.

So, today, Yu Hongyi and Chen Jingyu mainly wanted to make use of Nagano’s connections.

Nagano could hardly conceal his delight, aware that Yu Hongyi represented the Chen Family, “Don’t worry, I have negotiated with them, and we will set aside 20% of the supply for you.”

“Thank you, senior brother.” Yu Hongyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing that she had completed the task given to her for this trip to Xiangcheng.

Her gaze involuntarily shifted towards Director Chen, who at the moment wasn’t looking at her but seemed to be pondering something with his head bowed. Beside him, Bai Lian had raised her head, thoughtfully watching this way.

Yu Hongyi indifferently withdrew her gaze.

At Bai Lian’s place.

Manager Yan felt happy for the Chen Family but also a bit regretful, “Director Chen, it looks like Miss Yu and Chen Jingyu have already struck a deal with Mr. Nagano.”

Director Chen “Hmm”ed, and then as if remembering something, apologized, “Sorry to have brought you here for nothing.”

Manager Yan was someone who rose with Director Chen.

Since Director Chen and Yu Hongyi were on separate paths, Chen Jingyu was surely to be handed off to someone else.

“Director Chen,” it was at this moment that Bai Lian suddenly turned her head. She looked at Chen Yongkun thoughtfully and asked, “What terms did your Chen Family offer?”

“30%…” Director Chen responded reflexively.

Bai Lian had just been listening to Mao Kun talking to Nagano and the others for a while; Nagano was offering a high 41%.

“Hmm.” Bai Lian nodded her head and took out her phone, found Xiaoqi’s profile picture, and sent a message.

At the central seat.

Mao Kun, sitting coldly on the chair, seemed to hear something from his Bluetooth earpiece.

His gaze suddenly turned towards Director Chen’s direction.

Though he appeared cold,

He still managed to see a familiar, ridiculous hint of Director Chen in that coldness: “…”

Bai Lian leaned back, tapping her fingertips on the table. After careful consideration, she turned to Manager Yan under the soft glow of the crystal lamp, confidently arching her eyebrow, “Manager Yan, isn’t it? Just go with 30%, and talk to them.”